But you should know not to get me started on HR.
Then there is FishGuts in Sydney, who buggers stuff up, so many things she does she gets wrong.
For a woman who is paid 200K a year, to be so inaccurate, I can see no other way that she keeps her job other than she is sucking the boss' dick. (It is hardly a put down, I'd suck his dick too)
I hear a collective inhale. Oh come on, you can't say that, it is 2022. (Oh, I think I can, because I am gay and I'm not putting her down in some sort of sexist way to make myself look better like some hetro boy might. [I'd say the same thing about a guy] I'm just speaking the truth, with a little gay embellishment)
She just gets stuff wrong. So often. How does she keep her job, I ask you? (or does she save the mistakes just for me?)
Grrrr! Annoying. She is a senior manager. I'm sure she must get everyone to do her work for her. I'm not sure how she'd survive otherwise.
I push back, though, I don't care. (she's not my boss) So much so that she even thanked me for doing something for her recently.
"Thanks, I appreciate it," she said. It sounded really weird. I don't need to be thanked for doing my job. (well, her job)
But, then I realised just lately I have pushed back against a number of things she has asked me to do.
I guess it was recognition, of sorts, for the things I do do for her. If only she could do them for herself.
The next day...
There was more stuff she got me to do, which pissed me off and I did it through gritted teeth – just because it easier in the long run than taking on a fight with a senior manager, she has a director on her side and she is not afraid of running to him crying like a little bitch. I do too, of course. In the past it has been her Director of HR against my Director of Finance duking it out over fights I have picked with her. Anyway, again, she thanked me afterwards.
"I really appreciate your help. And I am sorry for doing that to you."
Seriously? You are ruining a good bitch I have about you on my blog that I'm about to publish. What are you doing, all this nicey pie shit for, you are doing my head in.
Truthfully, I think it is because previously I have let my anger show in the tone of my emails, you know, banging off a reply. Now I wait half an hour before I respond. Set my Apple watch timer. (no, I don’t really do that. Figuratively, perhaps) Go make a coffee, or do something else. Come back to it.
'Now, let me explain why we are not doing what you asked.'