- Dołączono
- 17 Cze 2024
Was working with a different team on my new job this week. Arrived to the site, there was a nice finished kitchenette in use, complete with running water. When I was washing my french press in the sink during a break, the chief supervisor started yelling at me like a retard, that I must be fucking dumb and such not nice things. Because the sink wasn't connected to the sewage pipes yet and not to be used for washing things, there was just a large bucket in the closed cupboard under it. But how I was supposed to know, when nobody told me that?
Turned out he is also a nanomanager. Not even a micromanager.
He would command the ukros about how they should hold a broom, was getting testerical over vacuum cleaner cable and tube being attached ''wrong'' between uses and couldn't just speak normally, everything was an insult or a swear. When I asked him what cable should we use, he started a litany about how retarded and ignorant we are, that we don't look around where the material is. But how we were supposed to know that one spool in the corridor is the right one and not prepared for someone else? If we used that one without asking first, it would be even worse.
Or he'd yell at me for going to do work outside with a hoody in my hand in case I start to feel cold, ''because it's not that cold out there, you do feel cold?'' (I knew he was hungover)
I was close to quit and go home several times, and even tho I had realized he supervises no rocket surgery and doesn't really know anything important so I don't have to respect him and learned to dodge the insults and make witty replies (this wasn't that hard, I'd pre-prepare them easily), this did not get me rid of his repulsive presence. At least he had object permanence of a baby, so he'd forget about me when I got out of sight.
But it's been three days and still I am angry. I walk the woods and I am angry. I go to the city, angry. I ride a bike, still pissed.
Turned out he is also a nanomanager. Not even a micromanager.
He would command the ukros about how they should hold a broom, was getting testerical over vacuum cleaner cable and tube being attached ''wrong'' between uses and couldn't just speak normally, everything was an insult or a swear. When I asked him what cable should we use, he started a litany about how retarded and ignorant we are, that we don't look around where the material is. But how we were supposed to know that one spool in the corridor is the right one and not prepared for someone else? If we used that one without asking first, it would be even worse.
Or he'd yell at me for going to do work outside with a hoody in my hand in case I start to feel cold, ''because it's not that cold out there, you do feel cold?'' (I knew he was hungover)
I was close to quit and go home several times, and even tho I had realized he supervises no rocket surgery and doesn't really know anything important so I don't have to respect him and learned to dodge the insults and make witty replies (this wasn't that hard, I'd pre-prepare them easily), this did not get me rid of his repulsive presence. At least he had object permanence of a baby, so he'd forget about me when I got out of sight.
But it's been three days and still I am angry. I walk the woods and I am angry. I go to the city, angry. I ride a bike, still pissed.
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