Jackasses always succeed.

I'm supposed to be at the pilates studio right now preparing to participate in a class. Instead, I'm at home waiting for Scott so we can go to the mall. You see, I need to buy a suit. My intentions were to buy a nice suit to wear to the corporate conference that the office is going to on Friday, but now I'm in a situation where I'm going to need a suit to go to interviews in.

I sort of teased a couple of weeks back that there was speculation that someone in the office would be promoted to a recruiting management position.

About 99% of the time that wouldn't affect me at all because I report only to the owner. He doesn't micromanage me. If he needs something done, he'll hint around at it and I'll get it done quickly and efficiently like a super-fast invisible ninja. Most of the time, he doesn't know what the hell he wants. I have to figure out the "concept" he has tumbling around in his head and do something with it. He leave me alone. That's how I like to work.

My opposition with the person who did indeed get promoted is that he's a lazy son-of-a-bitch. He's one of those people who believes that management means delegation. I, on the other hand, believe staunchly that management means leadership. I don't ask my assistants to do what I do not or have not done myself.

The person who was promoted was hired a little less than a year ago. He had some moderate success during the first couple of months, but then just stopped working. He complained that he didn't have anything to do, although there was (and is) an entire board of jobs that needed to be filled that he wasn't making any effort to recruit on. He's one of those people who speaks loudly instead of speaking the truth.

I really dislike this person.

As snarky as I may come across in this blog, there are certain personality traits that I have that you wouldn't know of unless you knew me personally. I believe in fairness. I try to like everyone at least a little bit. I give everyone the benefit of the doubt. I will do things for you to make your life a little easier without you having to ask...because maybe you did something nice for me the day before. I'm emotional, and keep my mouth shut to prevent myself from saying things that will hurt people's feelings.

I think that "hate" is a word that should never be used to refer to your feelings about a person - it should only be used as an adjective expressing your dislike of certain flavors of beer.

My dislike of this person is borderline hatred.

Before you assume that I must be jealous that I wasn't the one promoted, let me clarify: there's nowhere for me to be promoted to that isn't a sales role. I like my job - it's the people there that rob me of feeling like I've accomplished something.

I don't want to assassinate the character of the person I'm referring to, but he's really the reason why I'm deciding to quit.

I went into work this morning in a good mood, ready to get things done. I was organized and knew what I had to get done before I would feel satisfied for the day. Mr. Loud & Obnoxious calls a morning meeting and tells me I should participate in it because they were going to talk about some form that I would need to put into the database.

Let's be perfectly clear. On the very top of my list of pet peeves is when people ask me to do things they could have already done themselves. I am nobody's goddamned secretary.

I don't participate in morning meetings because about 80% of the time, nothing that is said during them is relevant to what I do there. I keep the office itself running. Everything else is extraneous.

I didn't participate in the meeting this mornng. I was busy trying to get my boss's chair replaced before he came back to his desk. That's what I do during morning meetings. After the meeting he put some form on my desk that has been available to all since the dawn of time and asked that I code it and put it in the database. The form had no business in the database, and I made that perfectly clear. It had no usefulness other than being a visual aid in a hardcopy file. I told him to put the shit on the server for whoever needed it to acces and threw it away.

Later on, he sends me this long-ass email with his new profile copy that he wanted on the website. Look - I don't have my profile on the website - it's not important for the business. Only account executives have their profiles on the site. This person, being neither an account executive, nor someone I desire to do anything for, is not in my opinion entitled to be profiled on the site. He never did the job and now he wants to manage those who do. Hmm.

Also in the email, he goes on and on about how in his new position he would begin to delegate things to MY assistants and how we needed to be professional and work as a team and how I should participate in the morning meetings and all that bullshit.

At that point, I turned off my computer, left the office with a comment to some peers that someone in the office was a real jackhole, and got into my car.

I'm not going to work tomorrow. I considered being an asshole and just showing up RIGHT after the morning meeting, but instead I'm going to stay home, apply for some jobs, and figure out just what it is I want to do for the next 35 years to finance my retirement.

I'm really upset about this. Good luck to them all to find ONE person capable of doing all the shit that I do in that office when I leave.

Posted by Tiffany at January 31, 2006 06:44 PM | TrackBack