Let me take you back to Friday. This is a nomally busy time during the month at work. Lots of scheduled stuff to do along with a big project that is coming up on an important milestone. My boss is a bit of a nervous person as it is, so all of the thigns coming due really had him on edge recently.
The normally scheduled things to get done are all proceeding perfectly normally. The big project is a bit ahead of schedule, only because I knew time would be tight around now so I planned and worked ahead. A thing of beauty on my part.
But, Friday rolls around. Mr. Nervous is hyperly worried about where everything stands. His solution? Tell everyone that we need to come in on Saturday for a 4 hour working session so he is fully up to date on where everything stands and to see if we can get a little bit ahead of plan.
Did I mention that we are ahead of schedule? And that he knows this? And that everything else is under control? No matter, a fun 4 hour Saturday meeting with the collection of drooling troglodytes I call co-workers is planned. Awesome, because I can think of no better way to spend a day off. My hopes are that the boss will see where everything is at in about 5 minutes and send us home. But, that’s not quite what happened.
9 AM arrives on Saturday. Most of us have arrived, ready to blather on needlessly about paradigm shifts, out of the box thinking, etc, etc. The one curiously missing person is the boss. Could be traffic we think. After all, this town does have issues with it. 9:30 rolls around. Nothing. 9:45. Still nothing. A call is placed to his house. No answer, other than his pre-recorded voice. A message is left, we wait until 10 and then all head our separate ways, more than a little perturbed.
Monday rolls around, the boss shows up. We are all wondering what happened. His response? “It was so nice when I woke up on Saturday that I couldn’t picture sitting in a meeting. So, I went to play golf. I hope I didn’t inconvenience anyone too much.”
What? Did I really hear that correctly? Not only did he stand us up for golf, he did so without letting us know so we could all save the trip. And, he freely admitted to it without a hint of the sheer jackassery behind that move. It is now clear that I am going to have to hide a dead fish above the ceiling tiles in his office.