I’m sick of the bitch. The woman has absolutely no skill sets whatsoever, and yet she manages to get control of a number of important projects. I think the reason is that when someone wants to get rid of her, they promote her right out of the department. And yet I always seem to be working for her. The bitch.
She’s the kind of boss who will impose her will on a technical aspect of a project. If you suggest a database schema, for instance, she’ll change it in a way that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. Just to make waves. The bitch.
At one point she decided to bring in an outside consultant, a very expensive one at that (from a company whose name rhymes with “bicroloft”). She wanted to make a presentation to them, and so drew a diagram of our workflow. Except it wasn’t our workflow. In fact, nobody but her could make heads or tails of what it was supposed to be. The bitch. It did have real purdy colors, though. “The Diagram”, which was blown up to poster size, became the joke of the department. We’d often immitate her, drawing esoteric random arrows and boxes, explaining how the change management new paradigm cube farm adminisphere was now going to be outside the box. Except our silly scribbles made far more sense than The Diagram.
At one point I was working for The Bitch half days. This meant spending afternoons at our other site. I had no security clearance there, so the guards had to buzz me into the elevators. Every fucking time (and I’m a smoker, so that would be maybe 4 times per day). I asked The Bitch to change my security clearance so that my badge would work in the reader. Nope, can’t do that. Apparently part-timers do not get such priveledges. Nevermind that I was still a full-time employee, other half-timers got their badges activated. The Bitch openly lied to me.
A few weeks later an e-mail went around including me, The Bitch, and her boss. And a few other people. I replied to all with my on topic answer. Then I added a PS, asking if my badge could finally be activated, and if I could finally be allowed to show up for my own job. Clever of me to make it so public. Barbara immediately replied to all that of course I should have clearance, and why hadn’t I taken care of it before? It was my fault, of course. I replied to all, reminding her of our previous conversation. She denied remembering it. I all but called her a liar. In a public e-mail.
Tee hee. 'Tis a good thing to humiliate a Bitch.
Today I found out that one of my colleagues, a nurse, is giving her notice. Why? Because Barbara The Bitch yelled at her. Why? Apparently one of the past few days was some sort of esoteric holiday, Hug a Nurse Day or something. Not knowing this, the nurse showed up. Without permission. “You should called and asked for permission to come in!”
Said The Bitch.
