Abyss-mal secretary

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Does your boss ever give you conflicting messages? My boss is pretty much nothing but.

“You do not answer phones,” he tells me. “I didn’t hire you for that.”

Meanwhile, boss is in an “important” meeting where he’s telling someone that is paid to be there how great he is…

[phone rings]

Boss, shouting from his office: “Yo, Abyss boy. Will you get that?”

That only happened about 42 times today.

Also, the boss says, “I didn’t hire you to work the retail floor. If you’re out there that’s because you choose to do it.”

Oh really, douche nozzle? I can mother-fucking guarantee I’ve never not once in my entire life “chosen” to work the retail floor.

[customer walks in]

“Yo! Abyss boy! I’m in another important meeting and I’ve got the rest of the team in my office being reprimanded for actually doing what was our policy as of yesterday. Take care of those customers!”

And so it’s back to the retail floor I go. “Yes, boss. Here I go choosing to do that again.”

Isn’t it exhilarating having flaming tard idiots telling you what to do? Like I overheard my boss put it the other day, “I provide for my employees. They wouldn’t have a place to live or food on the table if it wasn’t for me.”

I guess that explains why we put up with your bullshit. We have no other choice. Have you seen a wee bit of my heritage, the coat of arms for my family?

Me? I’m the so-called “talent.” I have specific technical skills my boss pays about 10 cents on the dollar to get. I wasn’t hired for my retail, sales, or phone skills. In fact, that sort of shit makes me want to vomit up my gall bladder. But then what will I ever do for my daily dose of bile? My boss likes to lounge around and pontificate about how he didn’t hire me to do those sorts of things. Yet he has structured everything so those duties plus vacuuming the offices and cleaning the toilet with my tongue constitutes the bulk of everything I do. The “talent” portion of my day is slim to none and on a lot of days doesn’t exist at all. I’m just a fucking pawn on a chessboard. Even so, I’m still such a pathetic pussbag I try to do my job to the best of my ability. That’s the key weakness my boss exploits.

Things work in very mysterious ways around here. Employees are inept and incapable of making the tiniest of decisions or wiping their own asses without the divine oversight of management. Information has to be kept secret from employees. New policies can only come from management and it is vital that they are then sprung on employees as a complete and utter surprise.

I’ll try to provide an example.

The office manager called a meeting and told us, “We will not do in-store orders any more. That policy has been changed. Period. If an in-store customer wants something we don’t have, they can order it from our web site.”

Six months later the employees are still dutifully adhering to that policy, the last known instructions and directives from on high regarding the subject.

Then the CEO finds himself out on the floor and is telling customers left and right, “Sure, we’ll order that in for ya. Anything you want.” The employees shrug and figure the policy must have changed and, like always, no one let us front line workers know. Any of us. In the world of business “osmosis” is a powerful management technique. I’d rank it right up there with Kaizen!

Around here the employees are usually the last to know anything. I guess it makes the bosses feel big and powerful and important. “I know more than you, mothafuka! Ha ha ha!” Shit, when we have a sale that has been planned for months we don’t know one thing about it. We find out from our customers.

Of course, once the CEO sniffs out that the employees are a bit confused, that can only mean one thing. It’s time for a meeting where the CEO will personally demonstrate his all-knowing powers and awesomeness.

“It has come to my attention,” he starts, “that some of you are confused about the in-store ordering policy.”

Um, actually, no. Fuck no! You are the only one who seems to be confused, you overwhelming prick.

“I’m here to clear this up for you. We always handle in-store orders for our customers. Why wouldn’t we? I want their money!”

Why wouldn’t we? Maybe because your right-hand man expressly forced us into a meeting and told us the exact opposite thing, dill hole.

“If you can’t keep this straight, write it down if you have to.”

You think there is a problem with our memories? We are the only ones who actually remembered anything, you pompous ass. It’s not our fault that the omnipresent and omniscient “management” has no friggin’ clue and is doing their absolute best to destroy this company and destroy us as individuals and employees. Eat my balls.

There is a very good reason why I don’t own a gun.

9 responses

  1. Yeesh. This: “I provide for my employees. They wouldn’t have a place to live or food on the table if it wasn’t for me.” sounds like you work with bosses like Ricky Gervais in The Office… I am deeply empathic. I’m glad you don’t own a gun, though, since these assholes are NOT worth the jail-time.

    “Oh really, douche nozzle?” Tell me, do you happen to be a fan of Adam Carolla?

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    1. Sadly that is exactly as he said it. No embellishment. Talk about a God complex. We are all so lucky just to be allowed to drink his bathwater. We owe him our very lives.

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      1. Indeed. But of course you owe your lives to him. I mean, that’s an obvious thing, isn’t it? Your boss is, quite clearly, the master of the universe.

        (I’m sorry to be obnoxious, but seriously… Do you know who Adam Carolla is? It’s fine if not, it’s just I was always sure he coined the phrasing of douche-nozzle as opposed to douchebag… But I may be totally wrong about that.)

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  2. I always use my pulse smartpen to record meetings and take notes. More than once, a quote has been easily accessible to me. I just go back through my little book, find it, click it, and then their own voice comes out telling them exactly what it is they have forgotten. Of course, if you tried it on this guy, he’d probably take your pen away. What a douche bag.

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    1. Great idea! I have a little digital recorder than can do about 8 hours of audio. I can keep it in my shirt pocket and no one ever knows…

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  3. unabridgedgirl | Reply

    1. I love the new layout! 🙂

    2. I am glad I do not work where you do. It gives me headache just reading about it.

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  4. Sorry. I think I’d be slightly happier if you worked here, too. Misery loves company!

    This theme seems more abyss-like to me. Less color. 🙂

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  5. Oh, I’ve seen the man show. I wasn’t consciously aware of Adam Corrola or anyone else using the phrase, AFAIK. It just came to me when I was writing so I rolled with it.

    Sometimes the way I blog is akin to workin’ a Ouija board. 🙂

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  6. Wow, that picture of Maggie Gyllenhaal from The Secretary is great! Loved that movie.

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