I got passed over for a promotion…it wasn’t even offered to me. The one coworker who was offered the promotion had my same job title, along with far less experience with the company. I’ve been told that the reason the promotion wasn’t offered to me was that this guy would be a “better fit,” whatever the hell that means.
Fortunately, a quick glance at my alumni association’s page shows that plenty of other companies need a mechanical engineer with my level of experience.
It means they liked him (personally) more than you.
Probably. I had figured that he had some kind of ties higher up in the company.
Could it be that they can’t live without you where you’re currently at? I had that problem at my company, but luckily I was happy where I was, until the evil corporate takeover anyway.
What is this, the 1950s? I’ve been working since the mid-80s and no one just gets promoted; job postings are created and people apply for the position. If you lose to a better candidate, so be it.
The attorneys at my firm do not have to coordinate their days off with anyone. Staff members have to coordinate every non-emergency time off request through our HR person, to make sure things are covered, but attorneys just take vacation whenever they like. So we sometimes end up with weeks where a third of our attorneys are on vacation.
Which makes my job, as calendar coordinator, a bit tricky at times. Besides the vacationers, I have an attorney who won’t make afternoon appearances, several attorneys who won’t go to this or that Board for distance reasons, and a few clients who only let certain attorneys appear on their files. Every week I have to go over the calendar and make sure every appearance for the next week is covered appropriately. The last few weeks have been especially annoying because it’s been prime vacation season! And the attorneys who haven’t been on vacation lately are starting to bitch at me because they’re so busy covering other attorney’s appearances that they’re behind in working their own files. It’s a big headache, but the managing partner doesn’t seem to care.
That’s a strong possibility, but the guy who got promoted had pretty much started specializing in a particular task. I doubt he will be able to continue with that in addition to his new responsibilities.
Strangely enough, this position was never posted, even though company policy says that openings should be offered within the company first. This promotion took everyone in the department by surprise, and the email announcing the change was not greeted with the usual flurry of reply-to-all “congrats” messages. I’m starting to think that something else is going on here.
We thought maybe someone had clued in the jinglestomper this week and that we were going to have to call off “Operation Bojangles”. (Thanks for that, lorene!) She’s still stomping around, but I can live with that, background noise and all. It was blissfully quiet until Friday… when the jingles came back. :mad:
The jingles may not last for long though. My grandboss, who is very sensitive to what he considers “noise” and is still pissed off that he lost his private office in our move and now has to work from an open cube like the rest of us, heard her jinglestomping around Friday. After about the fifth time she went by he stands up, looks around, and says loudly, “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT NOISE?!” Everyone turns around to look at him, and we didn’t see the jinglestomper the rest of the day. Maybe she found an alternate route through the office. Let’s hope anyways.
Dear Boss:
Giving me random Saturdays off (that I haven’t asked for and didn’t particularly want) will not make me not notice that I’ve got the crappy schedule for the week. Maybe the next two weeks.
Whatever happened to sharing the crappy shifts?
I mean, I get that people lower on the totem pole and part timers get crappier shifts than those higher up-- and get that both this week’s schedule and next week’s are ugly for reasons beyond your control.
But I feel like my schedule for the next two weeks contains a disproportionate amount of crappy shifts and I don’t like it.
(On the plus side-- since switching departments, I have only had to be there before noon on Sunday once).
The agents who sit near me are teaching one another how to blow up balloons.
I work in a corporate environment … or at least, I thought I did.
I hate it when I make legitimate complaints and management does nothing, effectively treating me as if I am lying.
I like it when, after months of pissing on me for complaining about an issue, they finally ask every other person on the team if my complaint(s) are legitimate and find that I have, in fact, been telling them the truth all along.
What I don’t like is that they’ll go right back to pissing on me next time I bring up a legitimate complaint, and we’ll perform this little dance of hell all over again until they find I’m right in the end.
Let’s face it. If you’re in charge of something or a leader, and the people underneath you are complaining, they are NOT your enemy. But you might treat them as such while you fume about how much easier things would be if everything worked right and no one was telling you there was something wrong.
The best manager I ever had said she managed by doing excuse-killing. She walked around her area, talking to her staff, and listening to their complaints or excuses for not getting enough work done. If several gave the same complaint, she would go off and do something about it. Like talking to management in other departments, getting more resources, etc. Then she’d come back the next day and tell us that had been fixed, … so what’s your excuse now for being behind schedule? (She was a bit more tactful than that, actually. Though not much – she encouraged a pretty informal, open communication style.)
Turned out that encouraging her people and getting roadblocks out of their way was about all that was needed to get our team to be one of the most productive ones, and to have people happy & enjoying their jobs.
That’s what a good manager does. Good managers don’t throw up roadblocks, they get rid of them or find workarounds. Sadly, most managers don’t understand that and stomp on their people to make themselves look good. Production goes down, people are resentful and there is a constant turnover.:smack:
I am completely agree. Mangers try to holds the things in such a way that they can simply shows top management that workers are giving him a hard time and its only he who can manage. But there are others too like who support there subordinate and manage the things in such a way that everyone out there knows it’s a team work behind the growth.
Yup, the best manager I ever had explained that one. How his job was to help us do our job, and most of the time that was to simply get out of our way and do it. To provide resources, training, throw himself in front of bullets aimed at us, etc.
This guy, I dunno. Whenever I try to make a point, and I mean something as simple as providing requested (and almost mandatory) feedback on a plan, he works his ass off refusing to grasp basic points or even concede that they’ve been made. I’m getting really tired of him arguing with my opinion when he asks for it.
Sheesh, you’re the boss. You asked my opinion. I gave it. If you don’t like it, smile, thank me, file it and move on. All you’re doing now is teaching me that you’re a jerk who can’t stand people thinking different thoughts than you and I should be more wary of responding to you in any way.
It’s like working for those people who start threads here asking for advice and then insist on telling everyone why every goddamned solution offered won’t work.
So tell me, coworker/manager, who put this proposal together? Was it you or the bitch who used to work for you?
Ya know, over the years I’ve grown somewhat accustomed to spending way too much of my time catching and fixing your incompetence because it impacts my job. Fixing errors which could easily be avoided if you checked the numbers at least once before submitting. But this. This proposal. You can’t be fucking serious.
All you had to do was simply list items in “A”, “B” and “C” and add them together. The proposal shows instead that you listed only “A”, then threw “B” and “C” together in a single total labeled “unreconciled adjustment”, then prorated this adjustment to get the proposal to tie.
Now, the bitch at corp HQ, who makes my skin crawl every time she emails me, is asking me about an amount on that proposal that was supposed to be in “B”. What the fuck am I supposed to tell her? And it’s not like I can make the HQ bitch go away anytime soon because 1) you are out of the office all this week, and 2) when I do point this glaring fuckup to you, my request for your help in addressing this issue will be put on some low priority status in your brain and I will never get an answer from you unless I bring it up 400 times.
And it’s not like I can bring this up with your boss either, because to her, I’m someone who apparently deserves to be ignored and alienated.
Throw the coworker/manager under the bus. Rewrite the proposal the way it should have been done and send it to the nice lady in corporate HQ, with a note saying the coworker/manager submitted the wrong file without checking it properly, and she can ask the coworker/manager to sign off on the corrected one next week.
It IS all about getting the work done properly, right?
If it wasn’t bad enough that my department is being scrambled/rearranged, the vast majority of the rest of the store is too.
I like helping people find stuff-- when I have a clue where I should start looking for it!
I wish it was that simple, but this was a cost proposal for a building purchased ten years ago, and even after all this time, the fact that these numbers were wrong to begin with will create a domino effect that impacts me and several other people (but mostly me, who will become the messenger who will be shot-figuratively speaking of course).
OK, but still, I agree with kaylasdad99 that this is a good moment to be channeling Ms Piggy. You be your most helpful and nicest self, so long as it’s not such a radical change as to make your coworkers wonder who put a roofie in your kool-aid.