So I just get an all staff e-mail from the CEO with the rosters of three new employee work groups he's formed. I love that he's suddenly after two years on the job getting to know his employees a little better, especially since reliable rumors report the board will not be renewing his contract this fall. Talk about rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.
Anyway, CEO's lack of knowledge about his own staff seems completely confirmed by the fact that Mr. Inappropriate was listed as a member of the work group on "Improving Staff Morale/Removing Organizational Obstacles." Ha! Do you think he was trying to improve my morale when he stopped by my office this week to fill me in on all the details of the very messy divorce he's going through at present? Or maybe he was removing organizational obstacles by asking to use the hand lotion I keep on my desk? Gross.
Volumes of hot air!
Veep's internal editor
Needs to be fired
A whole staff captive . . .
Forced to sit and listen to
meaningless nonsense
Am I all alone
noticing that this insults
our intelligence?
I just can't take it . . .
A rusty blade or chainsaw
would be more pleasant
And one more under the extended entry that's not entirely safe for work.
Isn't it so great
that everyone thinks my boss
is fucking brilliant?
Our department's graphic designer is a consultant who I have always thought of as a comrade, since I was once a consultant, too. Various events outside my control forced me to become an actual employee, but I try to deny that I work here as much as possible. To that end, I have not brought in my books, put up any pictures of family or friends or done anything else that suggests that my office is anything but temporary digs.
Anyway, the graphics designer just came in here, said he had made me some art for my walls over the weekend, and proceeded to tape up three poster-type things. The first one is a picture of a kid in a soccer uniform sitting in some mud and says "The grass is always greener wherever you're not." The second one has a picture of a little kid staring off into space and says "You're using a lot of air that could go to someone more deserving." The third one has a picture of little hands reaching for a set of playground rings and says "I know jellyfish with stronger backbones than you."
I am choosing to be amused by my new art but am also taking it as yet another sign that it's time to get a new job.
What does it say about an organization that tolerates the licentious behavior of an individual whose misdeeds are so widely known that even vice presidents warn their staffs about him? I'm going to a conference in Miami in a couple of hours . . . Mr. Inappropriate will be there as well. No fewer than 5 of my coworkers have warned me to be careful around the pool, where Mr. Inappropriate is known to ogle the ladies, make suggestive remarks and otherwise behave in an egregious manner. Gross.
I was already well aware of his lewd proclivities. He has told me that I am referred to around the organization as one of the two "hot blonds" in communications and I've caught him trying to look down my shirt. I started keeping my office door closed which effectively stopped his dropping in for a chat.
How this organization has not been sued yet is a mystery. But the fact that they tolerate his behavior tops my list of reasons to look for a new job.
1. Checked my Powerball numbers (won $7, not enough to retire)
2. Scoured epicurious.com for salmon recipe
3. Made weekly phone call to Verizon to berate them about their inability to provide me with DSL service in downtown Washington, D.C. (DSL still unavailable on my line . . . shocking)
4. Used opportunity of tree-induced allergy attack to blow nose 50 times, setting up the "sick" day three-day weekend
5. Puzzled over what tourists in Portuguese-speaking countries may question swallowing whole
Tough day . . . good thing it's a three-day weekend.