Workplace griping, anyone?

So the interview with asshole is tomorrow. Since the only other two people in the office who know about the situation between him and my wife, and the fact that he is, well, an asshole, have been gone all week until tomorrow I feel a bit like someone on the bow of the Titanic, waiting for the almighty crash tomorrow while everyone else parties below decks.

An interesting coincidence occurred today. Our HR director retired effective immediately. No two-week notice, no handover of power, just a terse e-mail from the CEO’s office that he was gone. I had actually been contemplating talking to him today, although I wasn’t sure about what or what good it would do, when I got the e-mail. The timing is, as you can imagine, a little strange. I mean, three days after Thanksgiving break he suddenly bails without any notice? You hate to talk about any conspiracy theories but, man, that was weird.

Had a nice chat last night with a former co-worker, who also had the misfortune of working with asshole at a previous job. He kept trying to convince me the fix wasn’t in but also contended that “your VP is a weak leader who will take the easy way out”, i.e., hire the guy he knows rather than the outsider who will do well in the position. So, I don’t think that bodes well.

Thank you to all who have given advice, especially Nava (you are a sweetheart, thank you). I have been inundated with references, placement firms, and consulting offices in the past week already so forgive me if I don’t get back here soon.

My Annoying Coworker thinks our workplace should ban sugar. :rolleyes: It’s sooooo unhealthy that we have ice cream (ugh) and cake (yuck) for birthdays. She says we should have a nice fruit and cheese plate instead. :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:

Because obviously there’s no sugar in fruit.

Personally, I like cheese (coworker isn’t worried about fat then) and I would be grateful for a nice cheeseboard. Place it next to the cakes so I can have cheese and oatcakes for starters, and cake for main and dessert.

Damn, someone should stop tying your co-worker in a chair and force-feeding her cake and ice cream!

May I suggest some beets instead?
I still don’t understand (some) Indian accents. The call being redirected from India through a Spanish number probably didn’t help, but aaaaaaargh! I’m thinking I’m gonna shelf that one on account of “you know, I don’t think I should seek a job in a company where a lot of phone calls will work better if I can redirect them through voice recognition”.

Earlier this week, I decorated our department’s Christmas tree. Typically, nobody helps me with this, and they just kind of watch me do it. I’m cool with that, I have the time because I work faster than my colleagues.

The decorations are old and kind of hideous, but it’s rather charmingly ugly once it’s all put together. We have a real (small) tree this year, and as it opens up, I’ve been rearranging ornaments to fill the empty spaces that are spreading, so it’s a work in progress.

Sometime after I left last night, somebody covered the tree with one-inch-square pieces of paper (obviously printed on our color copier because I can see that staple-mark on some of them) that say “HO” in a candy-cane font. What the everloving, gold-plated fuck?

I understand if somebody wants to “fix” the tree. Totally okay, it’s kind of cheesy and the ornaments are weirdly bunched in spots where the tree itself has shifted since I decorated it. But seriously? Little squares of paper that accuse the onlooker of having sex for money?

I realize this is barely a problem, but I find myself irrationally angry that somebody ruined a tree I worked a whole half an hour on with something as chintzy as little squares of paper.

Umm, sorry if I’m being whooshed here, but how is that NOT simply a hearty Santa chortle?

“Ho ho ho” is a hearty Santa chortle. One piece of paper that just says HO is stupid. Not actually insulting, but I’ve already allowed that my annoyance is irrational. :slight_smile: I suppose I should just be thankful that they’re not post-its, like I originally thought.

Sorry, I was under the impression that it was dozens of little papers, on which three “HOs” would not have fit.

It’s about fifteen pieces of paper that each say HO. I just think it’s ridiculous, and I’m looking for something to complain about today. :slight_smile: I have since discovered that it’s a joke one of my coworkers is playing on the accounting department–their tree is covered with HAs. I don’t think it’s funny, but whatever.

Well. I guess we’ll just have to have a nice platter of grass clippings and dry twigs. :frowning:

I know! We need to stop stuffing that cake in her mouth. Have I mentioned that when we celebrate birthdays, we usually have a potluck, and someone always brings (1) a fruit plate, (2) some kind of green salad, and usually also (3) some kind of veggies. It’s not like she could just choose to eat those instead of yummy sweet desserts, or ask for a small piece of cake, like a lot of our co-workers do. We are going to end up having a showdown over this. It’s not right for her to hijack our parties because she doesn’t like sweets, but she usually gets her way. Brat.

Yum, beets! I love beets. Especially pickled beets. Or roasted beets.

We’re doing the Secret Santa thing, and our department is very small. I’m betting that I will draw her name. I need some creative ideas for a Secret Santa gift that costs about $5 for the co-worker you hate.

Gift card to Baskin-Robbins? :wink:

A bottle of mouthwash, some toothpaste and a toothbrush. (Is that $5? I’m not too good on US prices) With all that rogue sugar going around, dental hygiene is important.

A box of cheap-ass chocolates from Walmart?

Homemade baked goods.

A rock candy bouquet, of course!

Hey boss…you know that defective part sitting on your desk? The one that YOU said that YOU would take care of and make sure it got returned? Well, I got paged at 1:30AM this morning by someone wanting to know what the status of the return is. I had half a mind to turn around and call you right then…but we both know how much getting woken up would piss YOU off, don’t we?

So the interview with the asshole was on Friday. The guy couldn’t even bear to look at me. I never mentioned my wife and her treatment by him but, boy, he was fearing it the whole time.

It’s hard to look at it objectively of course but he gave the worst interview I’ve ever been in on. The first sentence out of his mouth was an obvious lie (I even saw the person next to me write “lie” on her notepad) and it went downhill from there. He couldn’t answer the first question asked to him and rambled without giving an answer on the second. I had question number three, so I started off easy, asking him why he’d lied about his title on on his resume. After denying it I asked him why his company’s website listed a different title for him and why his listed duties matched that title instead of the one on his resume…and, oh, why didn’t he have any experience in half of the duties required for this job he’s interviewing? He claimed that “he had so many titles and responsibilities he couldn’t remember his exact title at any one time.” Oh, so that’s why you called yourself (the equivalent of) Director of Sales when your real title was Office Manager, Sales Department. Gotcha.

Oh, it got better. The next question I asked him was “well six people have left your department within the last year including (guy that many of us in the room knew), what would those people say about you if we asked them?” He claimed that he didn’t supervise or know most of those people (LIE: he directly supervised two of them, indirectly supervised another two, and his boss was a fifth) and he wasn’t sure what they’d say. Well, what about the Services team you supervise now? I asked. “Er…” Yes, I knew he’d been demoted from supervising them. “I think they’d say I was a fair manager, uh…” he trailed off.

I saved the best for last. He’d earlier claimed he’d been the “right-hand man” of the previous AVP at his job, who he lied about “leaving for other opportunities”. I said, now, the previous AVP was let go by your company two months ago (at this point he was so rattled he didn’t even bother to “correct” me). But despite you serving as the AVP’s right-hand man, you weren’t even considered for the job and they had to ask someone who was planning to retire to stay on to serve as permanent AVP! What do you think you could bring to our company as AVP that your previous company didn’t see in you? You could see he wasn’t expecting that one to put it mildly…his first response was “well I didn’t really want to be AVP at that company.” The person next to me actually started laughing at that answer. I don’t remember what else he said, but at that point it really didn’t matter.

So a few of us got together after the interview. We all agreed, jeez, not only is this guy inexperienced, every other word out of his mouth is a lie. So we’re thinking, OK, now today or Monday we’re going to sit down with the VP and discuss the candidates we interviewed and make a recommendation. I mean, that’s how it works here. Every interview I’ve been in or run, the interviewers sit down with the hiring manager and discuss what happened. So I asked the VP’s secretary when this was planned to happen. You could tell she didn’t want to answer this question…there were a lot of “well, I mean, we haven’t thought…” Finally she admitted that the VP had no plans to talk to us about the candidates, at all. “But if you want to talk to the VP personally, you can do that.” Oh great. That’s really going to sway him, and I’m sure he’s going to have the time to sit down with six interviewers individually.

So, yeah, the fix is in, big time. It’s HR policy that an HR rep sit in on any interview–that didn’t happen. The interviews were scheduled the day before Thanksgiving break and the first one was scheduled on the Monday after…when three potential interviewees were conveniently scheduled to be out of town on business trips.

I’ve really got two choices to make. I could go to HR (the interim HR director is someone I trust and who trusts me) and point out the falsification on the resume and the irregularities during the search process such as the lack of an HR rep at the interview, and see if it would do any good. With the old HR director, I would have said no, but this new HR director plays by the book–and is too new to worry about office politics. Or I could say, well, fuck it, the VP wants this guy, they are personal friends from way back and he wants someone loyal in the position even if that costs him half of the office (half of the office quit or were fired largely because of him at his last company, so that’s no exaggeration). And then I go looking right away, start calling the contacts and search firms and consulting businesses I know (I really thought I was the worst networker around until I started looking at the list I’d made for myself).

I think right now I owe it to my family to have one last throw of the dice and talk to the HR director. Any job I find is likely to be a long way away from them. And much as I’ve struggled to make myself part of the family, I need them too.

You can talk to the HR director, but the porkbarrelling for hiring this new guy is only the last in the series of massive problems with this company. If you don’t leave now, I think for your own mental health you still need to keep looking for something else.

I second this. Cogno, you need to run now. Run and don’t look back. The whole situation is about to blow up in a spectacular way.