Boss wants it when?

This is me reporting a typical work week forecast in Hell.

What’s a boss? Someone who does a lot of shit you hate. Repeatedly. And does it a lot.

An example is getting pounced by the boss the exact nanosecond you walk into work. As the door swings shut behind you and you begin to walk across the room, the boss patiently counts to .1 then lets it fly.

“Oh. Um. Hey. I have some prices and stock changes for the website for you I need done.”

“For you.” What a quaint way of putting it.

“They need to be entered and saved into the website.”

No shit? I was going to try sticking them in my ear. I have no data to suggest that would work, but I figured what the hell. I’m just a blubbering idiot compared to glowing brilliance that is you.

“I need it done right away.”

What? You’re not giving me five years lead time on this grand project of yours? I’m literally shocked.

You can guess what came next. Yep. I took an additional 15 seconds to walk across the room and reach my desk. I paused to savor a feeling of accomplishment. Wow, I sure accomplished a lot in my first minute at work. Team building? Check. Project management? Check. Blood leaking out of ears? Check! That’s why I keep tampons in my desk.

The boss was watching and waiting expectantly. I put on a little show consisting of setting my coffee down, sitting in my chair, adjusting my chair, turning on my computer display and lots of exciting stuff like that. I could feel the boss’ beady little eyes drilling into me. Creepy. How many minutes left in this day until quitting time? I already feel like I’m roasting in Hell while demons with tongues of flame lick the flesh from my bones.

Finally I turned to face him.

“Sure thing,” I said, being careful to speak to him as if he was a small child. Bosses respond well to that. “Let me know what you want changed and I’ll be happy to take care of it. I’ll make it my top priority.” Bosses like words like “priority.”

This response excited him. He peed himself a little.

But first there was a day full of important boss stuff to get done. This included things like buying stuff on Woot.com, taking 42 phone calls from his wife, reading news stories, playing with his Ameritrade account, “cooking” multiple meals in his disgusting microwave, playing Plants vs. Zombies on his iPad while sitting on the toilet, and, of course, a nap on the office sofa, his Hobbit-like bare feet sticking up in the air.

Several eternities later, it was quitting time. I got up out of my chair. I gathered my things. I slug my backpack over my shoulder and headed for the door.

The boss looked up and said, “What? Are you leaving?”

“Afraid so, old chap. Quittin’ time and all that. Cheerio!”

“Wait,” he cried. “I was just about to send you those changes.”

There followed a long and pregnant and awkward pause. I swallowed my bile and spoke The Question, breaking the silence.

“You don’t want that done now, do you?”

“Yes, I need it now. It has to be done today. My wife has been riding me hard on this one.”

Ah, fear. That’s why it was so damn important you fucked around on it for an incredible eight and half hours. Top priority, indeed.

Like a boss.

It’s not that I minded that much getting a little OT. But seriously. Is there any possible way this grown person with firing power over me could act any dumber? I think not. He’s perfected the art.

5 responses

  1. I’ve worked for this guy.
    Oddly, no one has seen him in quite some time.
    I have a spare shovel if you need it.

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    1. I tried using a shovel once. My hands had blisters after operating (is that the right word) the thing in under two minutes.

      Still, I can imagine the possibilities. Hmmm. 🙂

      Obviously you’re talking about trying to dig myself a breathing hole from under all of his bullshit, right? 🙂

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  2. I manage bosses like that by continually reminding them they haven’t actually told me what they need done and inventing an important event I can’t miss after work.

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    1. I like the thought of managing a boss. The dumber they are the easier it gets. Sometimes it feels cruel but then I just remind myself, “Hey, this asshole is a boss. He deserves it.”

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