How the fuck did you end up in management?? It boggles my mind each and every day as i watch you fumble through another 8 hours doing god knows what. You have no idea how any of the systems here work, you don’t even know how to do MY job, do you? Of course you continuously fake it through that over-ambitious job title of yours, pretend to know everything, and let all of the male employees push you around because you’re scared shitless to stand up to any of them. Do you have ANY leadership skills or valueable qualities? Can you even READ?? It makes me sick to my stomach to think of how much you must get paid just to gab on the phone and watch newfie jokes on Youtube all day. I’m so embarassed and ashamed to call you my boss…crying, in fact.
—Dazzled by your sheer stupidity
This article appears in Mar 26 – Apr 1, 2009.
Sounds like you work in the same place I recently vacated; on Joe Howe drive, near the Armdale roundabout!
There was a “team lead”,I use that term loosely, who was so stunned I wondered how she managed to get herself to work in the morning.
Yeah I had a manager like that once. Instead of faking it she’d work shitloads of overtime to do the work she should’ve been able to do in 8 hours because she didn’t know wtf she was doing. She’d put up a good front too and pretend to be all boss like when she was a bumbling idiot!
It was frustrating to say the least.
Anyone care to trade for a pencil-necked control freak with an airlocked sphincter?
Hah, TTFN. You crack me up!
I work for a reformed piss-tank who has the management qualifications of a graduate of the Hitler school of dickwads. He’s always 3 days behind his e-mails and sends out blisering messages asking why you haven’t dealt with such and such a problem – even though you did 3 days ago – naturally he copies the world in and all reply pointing out his fucking incompetence, but the saga continues – wish he’d take up drinking again