(Warning: Bitching and Moaning ahead)
Mine does. And here’s why: He’s a moron. Yes, that’s right. A genuine, bona-fide, Grade A dipstick. Oh, and he’s also inconsiderate, cheap and oblivious.
He does not know how to use a computer. (Yes, it’s true.) He doesn’t want anyone to know this, though, so he has a monitor and keyboard on his desk (but no tower) to give the appearance of having a computer. I’ve worked here three years and in all that time, he has never once used a computer. He hand writes everything and then gives it to his Admin Asst to type up. He has an e-mail address here at the office, but it goes to his Admin Asst and she prints it out for him to read. Then he writes his response on the bottom of the printed page and gives it back to her to send out.
Also, because he does not actually know how to use a computer, he is unaware of their limitations. He apparently has the idea that we all have these super-PC’s which not only can be used to make spreadsheets and charts but also can do absolutely anything else you tell it to do, including “stuff like they do in movies now” (Yes, he actually said this when reviewing a Power Point presentation I did. Sorry, boss…Office 2000 doesn’t come with the “Create Jar-Jar Binks” program…that’s a slight upgrade.) When he looks at one of my projects, he invariably has some idea and wants me to change or do something that is either impossible or incredibly complicated. When I tell him that it’s not possible or would be really difficult or whatever, he says “Just tell it to do it.” OH, OKAY…I hadn’t thought of that. Just tell it what to do! What a NOVEL idea. Grrr.
The worst part is that he is completely oblivious to the fact that everyone thinks he’s a moron and we all know that’s not a REAL computer on his desk. Here’s another thing. This Christmas, his Admin Asst and I organized a Giving Tree at our office. (Where needy kids give their Christmas wishes to the Salvation Army, and they write them on little tags, which you hang on a tree. Then people take the tags, buy the gift the kid asked for and bring it back so we can give them to the Salvation Army for the kids to open on Christmas.) So anyway, the Salvation Army told us the presents we bought for these kids would most likely be the only gifts they got at all. Some of the kids were asking for stuff like shoes and warm clothes. One of the kids I got asked for A Star Wars action figure. Just one! Naturally I went overboard, just like everyone else, and got him more than he asked for. One of the ladies who works in Customer Service (who makes like $10/hr) took 4 different kids tags and must have spent $100 on each of them. It was really great and we all felt good. Then my boss, who is the head of the company and obviously makes the most money, took ONE tag a few days before the gifts were due back. (I’m sorry but if the little old lady in Customer Service can take FOUR tags, you, Mr. Cheapo, can take more than one yourself) The gift listed on his tag was a Big Wheel. He got all excited and told his Admin Asst and I about this plastic tractor he bought for his grandkids that they didn’t like it and “never” used. Instead of spending the $19.99 on a brand new Big Wheel like the kid asked, Mr. Cheapo brings in this crappy plastic tractor (not at all like a Big Wheel) that is DIRTY, cracked, the stickers have all come off, the wheels are worn down and it very obviously is at least 10 years old. We tried to tell him that the Salvation Army prefers NEW toys for this project but Mr. Cheapo said, “This is much better than a Big Wheel!” Well, we couldn’t bear the thought of this little boy getting that thing on Christmas morning so we went out and bought a new Big Wheel (on the company, of course) and turned it in, along with the CrapTractor. The Salvation Army guy thanked us profusely and said that if there was a kid who ended up not getting anything, they might be able to use the CrapTractor as filler. Ugh. Later, one of the other managers kind of told Mr. Cheapo that the CrapTractor wasn’t an appropriate gift and he didn’t understand why. Go play with your computer, dipstick! Sheesh.
Care to hear more? He also loudly hawks up lugies and picks his nose during staff meetings. He takes a 2-hour lunch every day. I wanted to call in sick yesterday but he insisted that I come in because we had to meet. Then he called in sick. Ok, ok…I’ll stop. You get the point.
Um…so, those are some ways in which my boss sucks. Does your boss suck? Or are you the boss and would like to defend bosses?
(If you do any of the aforementioned things, you will be tarred and feathered if you try to defend them. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.)
