Your boss is a dick, right...?

Let's indulge ourselves a bit here, just for a bit of a laugh.

(And possibly some therapy depending on how wound up you are about working for a knob.)

I'll start.

My boss is undoubtedly quite bright - he manages (indirectly) over 300 people and has his hands on an annual budget of about £3m.

Not to be sniffed at - they wouldn't let an idiot loose with that sort of cash, would they......? (Money Gartside can only dream of nowadays and he's obviously a proper idiot.)

Or would they?

My boss is about 5' 1" and displays all the classic symptoms of "Little Man Syndrome", namely being generally irritable, quite furious over nothing, projecting his "short" comings onto others and making you sit on a chair with the legs sawn off when you go to see him in his office so that he's looking down on you when you're talking.

(It's like being part of a Japanese Tea Ceremony.)

It's all a bit weird.


Anyhoo........

I've developed a coping strategy -

Pick a Bond theme before you go in and hum it in your head.

The Angry Dwarf is blathering on about "KPI's, non-productive elements, how difficult his job is and how I should be thankful for having been given the opportunity to be a part of his Grand Plan" and all that bollocks but all I'm hearing is:

Gooooold Fiiin-gaaaaah!

When I had my appraisal I opted for a more modern take on things and went with Chris Cornell.

"How do you think you've performed since your last appraisal?", "The Gnome" asked.

My internal response was: "Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you!" but it came out as: "Yeah....I think I've done ok. You tell me."

We all work for knobs so how do you lot cope?

Work for myself, dealing with knobs.

Not in a gay way.

Biggie wrote:totally in a gay way.

Very honest of you

Ill answer this honestly in 8 weeks time

Just in case

I train people but when not training people I have to drive a reach truck and look busy. Recently a lot have people have left that can drive, so I find myself having to do more proper work.

The management in there infinite wisedom have decided I can't train people to drive at the moment, because they can't afford for me to be off the shop floor because then there wouldn't be enough drivers.

I just have to laugh at the way they plan things and carry on.

I worked for one twat many years ago, he was staff at a big company and I was working contract. He was an obnoxious bastard and I wrote him down in my ball bags I have worked with book. 
Some years later I came across him again when he came for interview at a company I was working at, he'd hit hard times apparently and was made redundant at the company I met him. He acknowledged me as though we were long lost mates and I was asked later by the guy interviewing how I knew him.
Never seen the man since that day.