Someone asked me the other day if I was ever going to write on threeleggeddog again and I had to pause because for a split second, I didn’t know what he was talking about…then it hit, “You have a blog, dumbass”. Oh. Right. A blog. Right, right, that’s what I was thinking.
I guess the reason I quit writing is because it was taking me so long to do one post…I was trying to write instead of just doing it (heheheh, you said “doing it”). So I thought I’d try and start up, yet again, to let you know what’s going on…if anyone is still around.
The guy who asked about writing said, “Man, I thought you’d have a ton of stuff to write based on the last four months” and my internal response was “that shit just made me mad when I thought about it”. And it’s true..every time I thought about it and the man we call JackAss, Budz, fuck head, or any number of unflattering things, it just pissed me off and I had enough to be pissed off about without adding to it.
You see, Dear Reader, about 4 months ago we had us a little reorg in my group. My supervisor, who I truly enjoyed working for, was lateral-moted out of the supervisor role. I don’t consider it a demotion if you hate being a supervisor so I’ll term it “lateral-moted”. He became a Lead Technical Analyst…and since I know he reads this, I want to reiterate the same thing I’ve said to him many times…I absolutely do not blame him for ANYTHING that occurred in the previous four months. He had to do what worked best for him and I totally respect that, and him. I will, however, continue to bring it up and bash him about it, but in a friendly way. You know, like accidently kicking your buddy in the balls…repeatedly. 🙂
Anyway…when the reorg occurred, 4 of the 6 remaining team members were moved under…him. From this point forward, Dear Reader, you will refer to him as JA…JackAss…because that’s what he is. JA is a narrow-minded, lying, bullying, non-thinking, order-following, fuck head whom I had the distinct displeasure of working for. He’s one of those guys who pisses you off by simply opening his mouth. His idea of supervising is…well…I really don’t know what his idea of supervising is because I never saw him do it. I just saw him reassign everything, try to take credit when someone completed something, and being a general pain in the ass.
From the minute, and I do mean minute, that this was announced, my response was, “I cannot work for him” and I told my manager the same thing during the meeting in which it was announced. I did nothing to hide my displeasure, irritation, and aggravation of being chosen to work for JA. I felt like I was being punished. Seriously. I felt as though the other two guys were being rewarded by being given to the one really good supervisor in our group, while my friend and I were being punished. I felt like the fat, slow kid who is picked last for everything. And I was mad because I knew…KNEW…that I was smarter and better than the guy I was now working for. And I was pissed. And I stayed pissed for four months.
I tried to like the guy. I really did, but it wasn’t going to happen. There are few people in this world I can’t get along with and he just happened to be one of them. Hearing his voice just made me mad. First thing I did was to get my phone modified so his extension would light up when he called. And then I ignored it every time it rang…petty? You bet your ass…did I giggle every time he called and I ignored it? You bet your ass.
Second thing I did was ignore him. He talked, I tuned out. He asked me a question, I’d answer in one word or less. Preferably less. There was, and still is, nothing that guy could say that I believed nor was there anything he could tell me that I didn’t already know. We’d be in a meeting trying to resolve problems, he’d speak, and I’d squash his idea like a spider…and I fucking HATE spiders. He knew, I knew it, but there’s wasn’t anything he could do because I was usually right…and since I didn’t direct my responses to him, he couldn’t really prove that I was trying to make him look stupid, but we both knew I was. Can you tell, Dear Reader, that I don’t deal well with people I don’t like?
It went on like this until about 10 days ago when we were liberated. And I think I had a hand in it…which tickles me to death. I won’t say that I was the reason for the reassignment because I don’t know that for sure, but based on a conversation I had the other day with my department VP, I’m pretty sure I was the catalyst. Well, me and the fact that JA is a flaming turd might have had something to do with. When I was in our VP’s office about 3 weeks ago to fix a problem on his computer, he asked me how things were going and I said, “Pretty good, we’re just busy”. He said that he knew it and continued typing. It was at that point that my mouth said, “And I could really use a new supervisor”. I didn’t plan to say it, it just came out. His response was, “Well….” and he kept typing. And that was it. I wasn’t sorry I said it, I didn’t apologize for saying it, and quite honestly, I was glad I said something.
Well…this past Wednesday found me back in my VP’s office to fix a problem and he again asked how things were going and I said they were going well. He waited about a minute, turned, looked me right in the eye and said, with a little smile on his face, “Are you getting settled in with your new supervisor?”. I smiled back, said, “Yes Sir, I greatly appreciate the change and will not forget this”. His only response was, “I wanted you to know that I heard you…I couldn’t say anything at that point, but I want you and everyone else to know that I do listen.” And then he left.
Right now, Dear Reader, things are going very well. We’re working our asses off, but our new supervisor is right there with us. She is taking our advice and our recommendations and getting things done. I know that there are going to be times when I get mad about a particular course of action, but I will know that if she could’ve changed it, she would have.
And the best part? I think JA has stopped talking to me. Yeehaw!