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Quite often I get asked, why is work so bad?
Well, at this point the environment has degraded to the point where it cannot be saved. Imagine, if you will, that your boss were Mr. Frost. And that even when you were in the next room, you could still feel the chill through the wall. That is how work feels.
I think that most of you who frequent this site would know that, at least in my opinion, that while I am sometimes an asshole, I am not that hard to get along with. (Wow, that's some awkward sentence structure.) And yet, apparently my immediate two superiors loathe me. However, they are both passive/agressive weasels, so they never come right out and say it.
Two quick stories. First, Tammy.
A little nothing -- After ordering station jackets for the staff, hers was made with her name on it (as was the Promotions Director's jacket, who placed the order), I was given my jacket - emblazoned with the name "Staff", because apparently my name is too confusing. After wearing it to our big station event, she made me leave it with her when I returned, "because I think it needs to be sent back" (P.S. It's still in her office)....
It's not a big thing, but it's indicative of her near pathological lying.
Second, on Friday, I was still feeling sick and wanted to go home. I finished what I needed to do for the day and began to pack up at about 1 PM (Since I don't take a lunch break - a normal person's full day). She however, sensing that I might leave before I had my soul completely crushed, stalled me on my way out (I have to check out before I leave, in case she "has anything"). After a minute or two she realized that some Soldier's Greetings needed to be dumped into the Scott (audio server).
She told me she had done ten, and Q98 had done "over 60 already", so we needed to catch up quickly.
I asked when they needed to be done by and she said they needed to be played over Christmas.
I told her I would do them on Monday (two weeks ahead of schedule). She then realized I might be able to leave and said that I needed to do them now because she was going to play some over the weekend. I stayed and did ten in the next twenty minutes and left.
Let me clarify the facts now:
1. They didn't need to be done by the weekend. I worked a four hour shift on Saturday and ZERO played. So they could have waited until Monday.
2. There were only 25 or so Greetings to be produced, meaning that it was impossible that Q98 had done 60.
3. I checked on Q98's server. They had done twenty.
4. She would have known that, because she did them to help out her boyfriend/fiancee.
So, she lied to me repeatedly, just in the interest of making my life harder, with ABSOLUTELY NO GAIN TO HERSELF! On top of that she lied about EASILY VERIFIABLE FACTS! I'm not sure if this is because she has so little respect for me that she wants me to know she's lying or just that she's incompetent/stupid. I suspect the latter.
I have other stories about her superior (also Amber's boss) but that will have to wait until tomorrow.
Goodnight, kids.
-- Bonus story --
I upload the Rick and Bubba promo every day. It gets fed down the satellite between 11 and 11:30. Since the spot for the promo to play comes at :35 minutes after the hour, I told her not to play it before noon to be safe.
One day, I was working on it at 11:45. She comes in, all full of bluster, "Are you working on the promo, because yesterday's just played!" (This was followed by a know-it-all disapproving stare. Think the annoying kid in third grade and the face she made while saying, "I know you are, but what am I?")
Confused, I look at the clock. 11:45. I question (because to get along with people, I rarely call them liars or idiots to their face - I usually just lead them to the point where it becomes obvious to all), "Didn't we say that it shouldn't play before noon?"
"I never remember saying that. (Lie.) Chris, if it's not going to be ready by 11:35, you have to let me know. (Throw blame. Hopefully no one will notice the lying.)"
I pull up the audio file in question. In the artist field, the line below the title which appears on the screen six elements before actually playing, it reads:
DO NOT PLAY BEFORE NOON!!!!!
I am completely without words.
That's just another taste. I have to sleep now, so I can enjoy more of this tomorrow.
Well, at this point the environment has degraded to the point where it cannot be saved. Imagine, if you will, that your boss were Mr. Frost. And that even when you were in the next room, you could still feel the chill through the wall. That is how work feels.
I think that most of you who frequent this site would know that, at least in my opinion, that while I am sometimes an asshole, I am not that hard to get along with. (Wow, that's some awkward sentence structure.) And yet, apparently my immediate two superiors loathe me. However, they are both passive/agressive weasels, so they never come right out and say it.
Two quick stories. First, Tammy.
A little nothing -- After ordering station jackets for the staff, hers was made with her name on it (as was the Promotions Director's jacket, who placed the order), I was given my jacket - emblazoned with the name "Staff", because apparently my name is too confusing. After wearing it to our big station event, she made me leave it with her when I returned, "because I think it needs to be sent back" (P.S. It's still in her office)....
It's not a big thing, but it's indicative of her near pathological lying.
Second, on Friday, I was still feeling sick and wanted to go home. I finished what I needed to do for the day and began to pack up at about 1 PM (Since I don't take a lunch break - a normal person's full day). She however, sensing that I might leave before I had my soul completely crushed, stalled me on my way out (I have to check out before I leave, in case she "has anything"). After a minute or two she realized that some Soldier's Greetings needed to be dumped into the Scott (audio server).
She told me she had done ten, and Q98 had done "over 60 already", so we needed to catch up quickly.
I asked when they needed to be done by and she said they needed to be played over Christmas.
I told her I would do them on Monday (two weeks ahead of schedule). She then realized I might be able to leave and said that I needed to do them now because she was going to play some over the weekend. I stayed and did ten in the next twenty minutes and left.
Let me clarify the facts now:
1. They didn't need to be done by the weekend. I worked a four hour shift on Saturday and ZERO played. So they could have waited until Monday.
2. There were only 25 or so Greetings to be produced, meaning that it was impossible that Q98 had done 60.
3. I checked on Q98's server. They had done twenty.
4. She would have known that, because she did them to help out her boyfriend/fiancee.
So, she lied to me repeatedly, just in the interest of making my life harder, with ABSOLUTELY NO GAIN TO HERSELF! On top of that she lied about EASILY VERIFIABLE FACTS! I'm not sure if this is because she has so little respect for me that she wants me to know she's lying or just that she's incompetent/stupid. I suspect the latter.
I have other stories about her superior (also Amber's boss) but that will have to wait until tomorrow.
Goodnight, kids.
-- Bonus story --
I upload the Rick and Bubba promo every day. It gets fed down the satellite between 11 and 11:30. Since the spot for the promo to play comes at :35 minutes after the hour, I told her not to play it before noon to be safe.
One day, I was working on it at 11:45. She comes in, all full of bluster, "Are you working on the promo, because yesterday's just played!" (This was followed by a know-it-all disapproving stare. Think the annoying kid in third grade and the face she made while saying, "I know you are, but what am I?")
Confused, I look at the clock. 11:45. I question (because to get along with people, I rarely call them liars or idiots to their face - I usually just lead them to the point where it becomes obvious to all), "Didn't we say that it shouldn't play before noon?"
"I never remember saying that. (Lie.) Chris, if it's not going to be ready by 11:35, you have to let me know. (Throw blame. Hopefully no one will notice the lying.)"
I pull up the audio file in question. In the artist field, the line below the title which appears on the screen six elements before actually playing, it reads:
DO NOT PLAY BEFORE NOON!!!!!
I am completely without words.
That's just another taste. I have to sleep now, so I can enjoy more of this tomorrow.
