Waaahhhhhhhh
Aug. 1st, 2005 12:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenI don't want to go into work. On Friday my boss was in full-on idiot mode wherein he was not only micromanaging but being annoying on top of it (case in point: snatching stuff I had just printed off of the printer, then chewing me out because the stuff wasn't sorted yet. Yes, because you just took it off the printer, asshole.) The real problem with him is that whenever there's something else bugging him in his life, he takes it out with compulsive behavior in the office.
Case in point: last week he also spent every free second he had cleaning out our storage room and putting everything into new shelves he built in the lab. Which means now we have an empty storage room. And there's nothing wrong with that per se, but neither was there anything wrong with using a storage room for, you know, storage. But for him when he gets anxious he wants to have things "done" and to him clean surfaces = done. Doesn't matter if the surface didn't need to be cleaned (witness the times he's thrown out things that I use every day, and the fact that the storage room was neat and organized already) he'll clear it out anyway. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if the next step is him picking some other room to clean by moving the stuff there into the now empty storage room, then cleaning another room by moving it into the second, and so on and so forth until weeks have passed and everything's back where it started in the first place.
And my own compulsive fix-it personality is such that I have a hard time not grabbing him by the shoulders and going Dude, your coping mechanisms suck. Get some therapy and stop taking it out on everybody around you. Except you can't do that with your boss so here's me gritting my teeth.
Anyway, point of all this being that I'm not whistling a happy tune about going in to work today. Granted he does have the memory of a gold fish so it's just as likely he's forgotten whatever it was that crawled up his ass last week as it is that he'll be on my case as soon as I walk in the door. But Mondays are stressful enough with the stacks of mail and the phone ringing off the hook and everything, so I'm not liking the thought of stress on top of that.
So phooey.
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obsessedmuch wrote a companion piece to my RPS story Split. It's called Spare and it does rock muchly. It's under flock but Lar says she'll friend anybody who wants to read it.
Case in point: last week he also spent every free second he had cleaning out our storage room and putting everything into new shelves he built in the lab. Which means now we have an empty storage room. And there's nothing wrong with that per se, but neither was there anything wrong with using a storage room for, you know, storage. But for him when he gets anxious he wants to have things "done" and to him clean surfaces = done. Doesn't matter if the surface didn't need to be cleaned (witness the times he's thrown out things that I use every day, and the fact that the storage room was neat and organized already) he'll clear it out anyway. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if the next step is him picking some other room to clean by moving the stuff there into the now empty storage room, then cleaning another room by moving it into the second, and so on and so forth until weeks have passed and everything's back where it started in the first place.
And my own compulsive fix-it personality is such that I have a hard time not grabbing him by the shoulders and going Dude, your coping mechanisms suck. Get some therapy and stop taking it out on everybody around you. Except you can't do that with your boss so here's me gritting my teeth.
Anyway, point of all this being that I'm not whistling a happy tune about going in to work today. Granted he does have the memory of a gold fish so it's just as likely he's forgotten whatever it was that crawled up his ass last week as it is that he'll be on my case as soon as I walk in the door. But Mondays are stressful enough with the stacks of mail and the phone ringing off the hook and everything, so I'm not liking the thought of stress on top of that.
So phooey.
In more pleasant news,
obsessedmuch wrote a companion piece to my RPS story Split. It's called Spare and it does rock muchly. It's under flock but Lar says she'll friend anybody who wants to read it.