The Ass in the Corner Office

I’m sitting here waiting for a meeting to begin with a fellow that locked me out of our space last Friday morning. Said he’d been told by corporate to change the access code because too many of our former employees had it. The interesting thing is, I haven’t replaced anyone since the Summer, and his people have been running through here like a bus station. He makes them mad and runs them off quicker than a Baptist preacher at a Cathouse Convention.

We’re about to move offices, and I need to coordinate some of the logistics. Every minute of my day is precious, and this dick changes the locks without telling us, one week before we’re going to be gone anyway.

Oh, excuse me, he did tell us.

Via email, at 8pm the night before.
What an ass.

So I called a meeting for 8am to work out the rest of the logistics, just so there are no surprises—or additional lock-outs.

He’s running late, and I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that’s the way the final days here are going to go. He will slight us, and we will just take it, because what are we going to do, leave?

Although this is an anonymous blog, intended solely for the relief of my mental stress and frustration, how I wish I could reveal his name. Bet you know someone just like him.

Sweating the Small Stuff

The manager at our facility is really anal about the small stuff, and oblivious to things that are important.

Someone keeps disconnecting from the internet one of our computers located in a common area. We’ve asked for a switch so that neither ours nor their computer lose connectivity.
(We told him this would be a problem, but he ignored our advice). Our people wasted half a day diagnosing the problem, only to discover the disconnected cable laying beside the computer.

Meanwhile, over the weekend, he took down our wall thermometer, and replaced it with one of his own, placing our thermometer on the floor. Then he proceeded to check the temperature every 15-minutes…all weekend long.

When it was pointed out to him that warm air rises and cold air drops, he lost his cool and said, “well in 45-days you won’t have worry much about that!” and slammed the door on our studio operator.

Some others working in the general vicinity of this man have commented his behavior is likened to that of a neutered beast of burden. He told his staff that the next person who calls him a “Jack-Ass” would be escorted from the building.
Guess the shoe fits.

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.