Monday, June 18, 2007

Bully!

Some people just don’t get it.
I work in what would be considered a very creative environment:
Lots of imaginative people collaborating in a real-time continuum to produce value for our consumers. We conduct a part of our business in space that is rented.

The manager of that space is a tyrant.
A bully.
He’s totally inflexible in his approach and treatment of me and my employees there.
He likes doors closed all the time.
People cooped up in their spaces, all tucked away from sight and sound.
There is no interaction that way.
No collaboration, either.

And instead of building creative ideas, what’s building is a pressure dome of resentment and discontent towards him.

He doesn’t see it.
He doesn’t understand.
He’s basically an idiot.

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Career Ladder Capers

I am really proud of my son. He's found his niche in life, and is following his dreams. He put himself through college, and avoided the temptation to "go pro" before getting his degree. Now he's working two jobs to make ends meet, but in an area for which he has passion and talent.

Tonight a newspaper columnist wrote a story that mentions a career move for my son. It would be a nice promotion--except no one bothered to tell my son, and the columnist didn't fact check before running with the story. Sure, assuming the information is legit because it comes from an official source is understandable. Who would've dreamed the prick hadn't shared his grand vision with the minions he employs?

The other boss for whom my son works is probably feeling a little betrayed. He's reading about an employee in which he's invested time and training, and even given encouragement to, obviously with an eye to developing his talent for the benefit of that organization. Now, the paper says his boy is about to go to work for someone else full time.
I'd be pissed.

I am pissed.
I'm totally torqued at the lack of professionalism and common courtesy showed my son by the organization that presumes he's going to alter his career course to answer their whims.

I'd hate for this to have a negative consequence for my son...but I wished the OTHER job would wake up and see what they've got, cement their relationship with him, and he can tell these presumptious egotists to take their very public, very premature job offer, and shove it.

Ah, spleeen vented...

Friday, June 8, 2007

Badbyes, Part II

I found out at lunch today that one of my bosses has gone to South America for the next two weeks.
Didn't even say goodbye.
I'm not that crushed.
I'm not that surprised, either.
This boob has the social skills of a toad.

We spent some considerable time the day before, going over plans, employees, strategies, and progress in many areas. Not one mention of his pending long-term absence.

I think people like that basically cannot be trusted.
You never know what you're not being told.
That's a fundamental character flaw, in my book.

I sometimes forget to tell my wife things, like meetings after work, or an old friend I might have run into during the day. We all sometimes have gaps in our total recall for the day.

But leaving the country for two weeks--to me, that's worth a mention. Makes you wonder what else he's not telling us...