I work with a son and a father. The son in fact owns the business. The father is a retiree working for his son for free. He used to be a big shot CEO of a consulting company. I could go on to write a fifteen page essay on these entitled assholes.
They’ve gotten better. They don’t get in a huge screaming match every 3 days any more. But it’s just passive-aggressive bullshit from the top down when they’re not screaming. Talking over one another. Calling each other rude names. Walking out when the other one is talking. Hypocritical bullshit.
I have no idea how I’ve lasted almost 3 years here for my shitty pay. They can’t be up front about anything. I don’t get a raise - I just get some extra cash stuffed in an envelope every week. I don’t get vacation days - except when they randomly decide “oh I paid you for Labor Day”. I don’t get sick days - except when they randomly decide “I’ll pay for tuesday but not monday”.
They eat like pigs. Slurping, smacking, mouth open, stuff dripping out, snorting, the fucking works. It’s absolutely abhorrent. I can’t stand to be around them when they’re eating. They’re misogynists. They’re bigots. They’re homophobes. They’re as “rich white cis men assholes in america” as could possibly be.
The father owns no less than four properties with houses, multiple horses, hundreds of thousands of dollars in designer clothes and shoes for his wife, and has multiple millions in the bank yet has the gall to complain about property and education taxes. I have to hear this rich fucker gripe and moan about how he’s losing SO MUCH money to taxes when I don’t even get paid 30k from these people. He thinks he’s better than anyone else and constantly treats me as though I’m the same as his son in terms of planning and execution despite years of evidence to the contrary.
His son can’t keep up with anything. He’s ADHD at the very least, and totally unmedicated with no attempt to deal with his problem himself. He can’t focus on anything, can’t get jobs done, makes empty promises, leaves whenever he wants, dumps work on others because he can’t be bothered to open a file, and buys buys BUYS random crap like motorcycles, music mixers, and survival food on the company dime until the company has no money. So the father harps on me about every little thing, “CLIENT X SENT YOU AN EMAIL DID YOU SEE IT”. Of course not you prick it’s been 10 seconds, 10 fucking seconds, and they can wait the 5 minutes until I’m done this job to open it. YES, I already sent the proof to Client Y out, long before you read that email, you don’t have to go “CLIENT Y NEEDS A PROOF YOU NEED TO SEND THAT!!” to me (in fact, that email is in your inbox, how about you read everything before you freak out). No, you don’t need to tell me every time you send an email, every time I visibly watch you put something in my to-do folder, every little tiny fucking thing like I’m going to forget about it in 20 seconds the way your son does. Have I ever been behind on a project? EVER? In 3 YEARS? What’s that, every single one has been done on time?! Then maybe you can get off my back about it becase I’m not the hitch in the system! And I don’t need you to bring any list over to me, put it in front of me where I can read it, and then read the items aloud to me verbatim as though I was 3 goddamned years old and unable to read. If anyone here is stupid, it’s YOU, the guy who calls me over and reads aloud “I’m confused. 3 single sided plastic signs…that’s what’s on the proof…should I bill them for 3 single sided plastic signs?” WHY YES. HOW DID YOU FIGURE IT OUT?! Or “what’s the size of this sign?” when he is staring straight at the proof, where in large letters it says 36"W x 78"H.
The worst thing is they fucking adore me. Adore me, probably because I put up with their shit. The father thinks I’m the second coming of christ, thinks I should be president, thinks I’m the most interesting person he’s ever met (all literal things out of his mouth). So I have to play nice. They’ll give me the best recommendations. I can’t burn all the bridges like I so desperately want to.
I’m too much of a lazy shit myself; I’ve applied to two jobs so far since I decided I have to leave and I seriously need to put more effort in, or I don’t have a right to complain. I had to stick it out here to get my resume up to snuff - 2 or 3 years steady work so I can move on to something better. Now I’ve gotten used to their crap.
When I leave I want to ruin their company. I want to point out all the illegally downloaded programs they’re using, I want to point out the fact that they’re paying illegal immigrants off the books, I want to point out that they’re doing tax evasion by not reporting their cash income. I want to destroy them, legally and anonymously. I want that son to have to actually work under somebody and learn discipline and have his fuckups handed to him as his responsibility.
And that isn’t even all of what I could say…
But that felt good. Thank og for the pit. 