Rantus Augustus (mini rants)

Every psychotic institution is psychotic in its own way, I guess. Brown-nosing got you nowhere in my old workplace. It was this surreal psychological landscape that held many outsized risks and rewards but the distribution of those was so disconnected from any sort of discernible reality that job performance and workplace behavior ceased to matter in any meaningful way. And the owner/boss, in addition to being a spineless raving lunatic, was also what we charitably referred to as “a vague communicator”. Which once lead to this situation.

The boss interviews some guy, a friend of a friend or something- for a barely defined job of some sort. They don’t use job titles and descriptions at this place, as it increases the odds that someone might know what they are supposed to be doing.

The guy and the boss are the only two people at the interview. No one else knows what was said in that room. Boss doesn’t say anything to anyone about the guy or the interview. This is on a Friday.

On Monday the guy shows up bright and early and somehow manages to find an empty desk. But no one knows what’s going on or why he’s there. The boss says they talked about things and maybe he thought mumble mumble change the subject… Its always been completely impossible to get a straight up answer out of the boss, even if the the question is “Did you hire the guy that just showed up for work?

So the boss just starts pretending that the guy doesn’t exist, because the boss is a spineless whimp. And the office manager is sort of freaking out because she doesn’t know if she should give the guy paperwork and how much does he think he’s making, anyway? And what’s he supposed to do? And the “new guy” is settling in, getting office supplies, putting stuff on his desk. Everyone’s scared to actually give him anything to do, although fobbing off work on someone else is a favorite company pastime (and really easy when there are no job descriptions). But he finds a few little things to do and putters around a bit while everyone avoids him like he has the plague because they don’t know what to do.

And he comes back the next day and does the same thing. All day. The boss has a lot going on that day and he’s in and out of the office. But when he’s in he ignores the new guy. The office manager is waiting it out just for fun.

I think it was day three when boss expressed surprise that the guy was still there. He then yelled at a couple of employees for just letting some guy walk in off the street and take a desk and those employees remind him that he hires people all the time without telling anyone and they get yelled at some more. Then office manager tries to tell boss that he needs to talk to the guy, because it’s obvious he thinks you hired him at that interview. Boss refuses and grouses about how he’s always expected to fix everyone else’s funk-ups and yells some more. No one wants to admit to the fuckedupness, because at point it sounds so freaking stupid, but the guy is still there at his desk and someone has to do something.

So the office manager “fired” him. She told him that “something they’d been counting on” had fallen though and they wouldn’t be needing his services and she couldn’t say more. They kept him for the rest of the week and paid him.

I gotta be honest. It was an insane place to work but I chose it. The money was really good - frankly I always suspected that was because the boss thought he knew the going rate but was never clear on the difference between a base salary and a draw against commission, which resulted in commissioned employees being paid really well.

Wow. That sounds like the time on Seinfeld when Kramer walked into an office and began working and everyone assumed he had been hired.

Our oldest dog Ella was very ill over the weekend ( idiopathic vestibular syndrome) but is slowly recuperating. Yesterday I wanted to explain to my gf how to give Ella her turkey. She was in her office working, but muted her screen to talk with me.

I explained how to give Ella her turkey, with all sorts of crazy detail, because I had found through trial and error what would work. When I came home from work I found out that my gf’s screen had been muted, but her microphone was on. Her coworkers sat listening to me explaining Ella’s care. Embarrassing!

Bah, I just realized that the sore on the inside of my mouth that I discovered on 6/20 is still there. :stuck_out_tongue:

In the days following that initial discovery, it changed from a blister looking thing to flatter and deflated and back. Even got a bit of blood trailing from it for a day. But it hasn’t changed shape or gotten larger, and it hasn’t rubbed up against my teeth in weeks (or I would’ve noticed it was still there before; I don’t remember when I last examined it), so with Google saying it can take up to six weeks to heal, I’m hoping this is the home stretch.

:smiley: :smiley: :smiley: I am DYING over here. This rivals flatline’s Shredder Guy tales!

I thought about that, but I’m at my wits end here. The dirt in question in in a 2ft X 4ft planter. That’s a LOT of potting soil to have to replace if I end up having to start over.

I was hoping that a couple of days after scalding water, I could mix in some good compost and allow everything to rest until next year.

I am open to suggestions, ideas or creative words to call those damned sap suckers.

If it’s any consolation, I’ll trade you my thrips for your aphids.

I think the difference is that my place was both large (tens of thousands of employees) and had a traditional conservative culture, so it was highly bureaucratic and hierarchical. For that reason, brown-nosing and a sort of low political cunning was de rigueur for those unfortunate enough to be employed there. We consultants were usually lucky enough to escape all or most of it. We could concentrate on getting a specific project done, pocket our money, and move on.

I never had quite that experience, but among the handful of major companies/organizations I’ve worked for, only two had psychotic cultures, filled with Dilberts and Pointy-Haired Bosses. One was the one I described above. The other had a VP who was certifiably insane, much like your old boss. I actually worked there for a time, but was fortunate to be insulated from said VP by a very good and politically astute manager who knew how to handle him. He once told me a story about this VP swooping down on his predecessor and demanding that he drop everything and work on this absolutely top priority task that he needed immediately if not sooner. Then a few days later he swooped again, and demanded that he drop everything and work on this OTHER absolutely #1 top priority and nothing else. The guy got understandably frustrated, having spent long hours trying to get the first task done, and told him bluntly that it was logically impossible to have two #1 absolute top priorities and that he wasn’t being rational.

The insane VP went absolutely ballistic and the poor guy was gone shortly after. The moral of my manager’s story, which I think was good life advice in general, is that when dealing with an irrational psychotic, the WORST thing you can possibly do is confront them with their own irrationality. I left after a few years because I didn’t really see a future there, and my own manager left not long after.

On the bright side, most of my jobs were for really good employers. The best of all and the greatest freedom and fun I ever had was working for academia. But I also worked for a high-tech multinational with a very liberal matrix-oriented management culture whose unwritten internal philosophy was “do whatever you need to do, go wherever you need to go, talk to whoever you need to talk to anywhere, at any level of management – in order to get the job done”. And they meant it; people had tremendous latitude to define and expand the scope of their own jobs or take on useful pet projects that interested them and benefited the company. It was the best job I ever had outside of the ivory tower of a university environment.

Wow, we managed to make it a whole 1.5 days at work before some employees decided that the newly enforced face covering policy doesn’t apply to them. :rage:

Then I believe the No Slapping Policy doesn’t apply to you.

Yes, I believe that’s established protocol at this point.

I’m saving the slappings for the next time Customer Service Asshat comes into my office – unmasked, of course – to mansplain tank materials to me again.

Fortunately for my employment status, he kept it to email today. Sure, Asshat, let’s go with stainless steel, even though the customer approved a readily available alloy steel almost two months ago. Then let’s hand it over to the same fabricator we used the last time; it only took them four tries to get it right. I’m sure they won’t have any trouble welding stainless steel.

It’s easy right? Super easy to weld stainless. No big! (this was all sarcasm.)

We’ve got a plan for school now but the cost is gonna be onerous. I am hoping, though, that with these extra safeguards, we can return to in-person schooling sooner rather than later. I’m trying not to hope too hard because 2020 has a way of squashing you.

yeah were doing the same thing for our my nephew 3-4 days a week and they gave him a seriously locked down chromebook and the district was saying they were thinking if the students did well they could keep them

heres my reposted rant: welp the deserts near me (about 45-1 hr away) on fire … watched some of a live news feed from one ot the la stations from facebook on it … until i seen the idiots of facebook in the comments section things like "too bad its not hollywood where “satanism and child sex trafficking happens”

no offense to people here but supposedly in a decade or so 80 percent of facebooks users will be dearly departed …most of em wont be missed by me …

I’m kind of bummed out because, whether I like it or not, I think I just moved to Michigan. I’m in a Michigan motel room right now, and just spent a few minutes doing a cursory review of apartment rentals in the area.

I really don’t (didn’t?) want to move to Michigan.

This is a cranky/petty/probably unreasonable whine, but… let’s go back.

Around… last September, was it? My good friend lost her home because she was just generally terrible at paying her bills. It had not been unusual for as long as I had known her that she would get her water or lights turned off on a pretty regular basis. So what does someone do when they live in a three-bedroom house (which I promise is nowhere near as big as it sounds) and have a friend plus children plus cats plus a dog who needs a place to go? Well if you’re me and you’re dumb, you pay for everything including streaming services and never ask her to contribute even though you make right around minimum wage, she makes more than you do, and she comes with a full load of children, dogs and cats, while you moved in to take care of the ones that already lived here and didn’t and still haven’t brought any extra.

And basically, I set out to make sure she didn’t have to worry about anything. Do anything to make her and her kid happy. The only time I can really remember asking her for help was when I really started getting sick and my mobility seriously and couldn’t get down the stairs to the screened in porch where my feral cats (or the landlord’s, actually) lived. Really, imo, that shouldn’t even be considered a favor to me so much as just… part of the job we both accepted. But it turns out I accepted the “work” parts of it and she just got the “enjoyment” parts.

Here’s the thing, though. I always thought this imbalance was just because there always happened to be a lot of drama in her life and if I were to need anything (apart from animal care) she would do her best same as I have.

So I got home… Wednesday? and the house is a pigsty. living room cluttered with toys, bathroom and kitchen actually filthy, and rotten fruit all over the place stinking. The cats were in good shape, having been cared for by my awesome landlords. I suppose they must have been in the same pickle: the able-bodied grown woman living there should reasonably be able to be expected and trusted to take care of my cats. The landlords shouldn’t really have reason to come in. But I’m glad they did because I knew the whole time that they were being cared for and when I did get home, MY room, at least, was tidy.

I’m honestly just kind of hurt. And I’ll admit that I’m kind of overly sensitive and REALLY on edge. Like on edge enough that I’m thinking I should maybe pack a bag in case they make me stay… because I would make me stay. Really, though I think of what I would do or have done with the roles reversed and it sure as hell… not fuck off and go hang out with another friend and leave the place a stinking mess. The whole thing is overwhelming, too, and I don’t even know where to really begin

So yeah. Basically. My roommate seemed to actively turn my home into a disaster at kind of the moment when I can least handle it. So my plan is to read over the lease and maybe let the landlords know I’m trying to move her toward independence and then when I’m on somewhat more solid ground therapy-wise. There’s not much denying at this point, though, that she’s using me and this is not an equitable friendship nor does she have any interest in making it that way.

Wait, did you move into her 3-bedroom, or did she move into your place?

If it’s the latter, then … doesn’t sound like her name is on the lease. Best case scenario, landlord evicts her ass. Worst case scenario, you’re found to be in violation of your lease (mine specifically states I’m not allowed to let anyone else move in) but frankly, your landlords don’t sound like the vindictive types.

Short term, though: did she expect you to clean up her mess?
Are you just staring at everything in silent shock, or have you explicitly stated, “Yo, bitch, the bathroom is filthy. Go clean that literal shit up?”

I dunno, maybe she has to hear it & be explicitly told what to do. Sucks if that’s the case, but try it just in case. If she doesn’t go clean the fucking bathroom, then you have your answer (that she really does expect you to clean up after her) and it’s time to look into booting her out.

If she’s not gonna do anything for you, then it’s silly to expect you to do everything for her.

This has gone on long enough, and she is actively hurting your physical and mental health with her bullshit.

You have a heart of gold. Go bestow it upon someone more worthy.

Our air conditioner bit the dust and can’t be replaced until Monday. Weather for the weekend will be 95 degrees and humid as balls. :weary:
The heat I can deal with. Heat + bad-mood husband…I just don’t know.

Usually is a busy capacitor. Takes 5 minutes to change. I keep spares bought from homedepot