Heavy lies the head...
...That wears the crown. Truer words were never spoken or written. You think you want to be the boss? Be in charge, run things? Hah! Get some of it and check back with me. You can have it.
I have posted a bit of my work history. I was self-employed for a long time. I was The Man. In Tech Hell, I was often The Man because I was left alone and in charge for long evenings. I have been in charge. For me, at least, it sucks.
I'm an artist, a craftsman. I want to be given a task to accomplish and be left alone to get it done. As a perfectionist, I enjoy producing superior work. Makes me happy. Anything that interferes with me doing my work is a pain in the ass.
In short, I have no desire or need to be The Man. I am perfectly content to be A Man. Just a guy.
I have one big problem, though. I am a born leader. Though quite content to follow, I somehow end up at the front, dammit. I guess it's something people see in me, that I need no supervision, I can make decisions and deal with whatever may come, they seem to fall in behind me. I think they just want to have someone besides themselves get "shot at" first. Fucking cowards.
Yes, I am whining. But only because I have a rant to go with it. I had to set it up, you see.
I got put in charge of a remodel job for my company, which in case my boss stumbles across this, is the best fucking construction company in the world.
Now that the boss is mollified and has navigated away from this page, I can say without coming across as an ass kisser: It really is the best. For a lot of reasons. I could list them and go into detail, but I'll just say that I talk to people from the other trades about work conditions, benefits, and such, and I get a lot of head shaking and a lot of "Wows". Employees of our company have no idea how good they have it. I do. I've worked for a lot of contractors and none of them were even close to the standards this company has. So even though I would rather be Just A Guy, I can't complain too much about being put in charge. Just rant.
Here we go: I'm a carpenter. People often make me angry. Thus, The Mad Carpenter.
You know who really makes me angry? Oh, dickheads that don't drive for shit, inconsiderate assholes in line in public places, people that can't control their kids, the usual. Those people can't hold a candle to my number one list of People That Piss Me Right The Hell Off: Tradespeople that do substandard work and shrug it off or make excuses.
Especially on a job that I am in charge of. Your fucked up shit makes ME , and by extension my company, look bad in front of the homeowner. You think I like standing there with my dick in my hand, looking like a fool because you suckie suckie?
There have been a lot of fuckups on my first "in charge" job. Some of them have been because of my inexperience at running a job, but most of them have been because of workers that just plain don't give a fuck. That pisses me off more than you can imagine. Hey shithead, if you don't care enough to do this shit right, get your fucking ass a paper route, goddammit! There are a ton of help wanted ads in the paper! Go get another job and quit ruining my life!
I have been very nice to everyone, very calm, because I am feeling my way here on my first"in charge" job. That, and I don't want to be a jerk. I love my job, I don't want to embarrass my employer. Today, though, I had to pinch the bridge of my nose and hold myself back. This one fucking dude was already on my shit list. Then, THEN, he fucked up the simplest task imaginable only twenty minutes after having it explained. His explanation, in broken Engrish, was "Oh, I forgot. Ha ha...".
FUCK!
I wanted to strangle him, field dress him, chop him up, and feed him to the neighborhood dogs. It would have been almost poetic in its ironic justice.
My wife tells me that I need to just go off on these people. Let them understand that they do in fact not know what I am capable of. I think she may have a point. I will ask my boss about that.
I may never be in charge of another job again, but if I am, I will damned sure make some motherfuckers snap to when I am around. No more Mr. Nice Guy. No more Mr. Clean. No more Mr. Nice Guy, they'll say "He's sick, he's obscene". Guess I will have to practice being a jerk, because that is all some people seem to respond to. Sad commentary, and a bummer for me.
My dog bit me on the leg today,
My cat clawed my eye
Mom's been thrown out of the social circles
And Daddy has to hide
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm feelin' real shot down
And I'm gettin' mean
-Alice Cooper
No more. Mr. Nice guy.
I have posted a bit of my work history. I was self-employed for a long time. I was The Man. In Tech Hell, I was often The Man because I was left alone and in charge for long evenings. I have been in charge. For me, at least, it sucks.
I'm an artist, a craftsman. I want to be given a task to accomplish and be left alone to get it done. As a perfectionist, I enjoy producing superior work. Makes me happy. Anything that interferes with me doing my work is a pain in the ass.
In short, I have no desire or need to be The Man. I am perfectly content to be A Man. Just a guy.
I have one big problem, though. I am a born leader. Though quite content to follow, I somehow end up at the front, dammit. I guess it's something people see in me, that I need no supervision, I can make decisions and deal with whatever may come, they seem to fall in behind me. I think they just want to have someone besides themselves get "shot at" first. Fucking cowards.
Yes, I am whining. But only because I have a rant to go with it. I had to set it up, you see.
I got put in charge of a remodel job for my company, which in case my boss stumbles across this, is the best fucking construction company in the world.
Now that the boss is mollified and has navigated away from this page, I can say without coming across as an ass kisser: It really is the best. For a lot of reasons. I could list them and go into detail, but I'll just say that I talk to people from the other trades about work conditions, benefits, and such, and I get a lot of head shaking and a lot of "Wows". Employees of our company have no idea how good they have it. I do. I've worked for a lot of contractors and none of them were even close to the standards this company has. So even though I would rather be Just A Guy, I can't complain too much about being put in charge. Just rant.
Here we go: I'm a carpenter. People often make me angry. Thus, The Mad Carpenter.
You know who really makes me angry? Oh, dickheads that don't drive for shit, inconsiderate assholes in line in public places, people that can't control their kids, the usual. Those people can't hold a candle to my number one list of People That Piss Me Right The Hell Off: Tradespeople that do substandard work and shrug it off or make excuses.
Especially on a job that I am in charge of. Your fucked up shit makes ME , and by extension my company, look bad in front of the homeowner. You think I like standing there with my dick in my hand, looking like a fool because you suckie suckie?
There have been a lot of fuckups on my first "in charge" job. Some of them have been because of my inexperience at running a job, but most of them have been because of workers that just plain don't give a fuck. That pisses me off more than you can imagine. Hey shithead, if you don't care enough to do this shit right, get your fucking ass a paper route, goddammit! There are a ton of help wanted ads in the paper! Go get another job and quit ruining my life!
I have been very nice to everyone, very calm, because I am feeling my way here on my first"in charge" job. That, and I don't want to be a jerk. I love my job, I don't want to embarrass my employer. Today, though, I had to pinch the bridge of my nose and hold myself back. This one fucking dude was already on my shit list. Then, THEN, he fucked up the simplest task imaginable only twenty minutes after having it explained. His explanation, in broken Engrish, was "Oh, I forgot. Ha ha...".
FUCK!
I wanted to strangle him, field dress him, chop him up, and feed him to the neighborhood dogs. It would have been almost poetic in its ironic justice.
My wife tells me that I need to just go off on these people. Let them understand that they do in fact not know what I am capable of. I think she may have a point. I will ask my boss about that.
I may never be in charge of another job again, but if I am, I will damned sure make some motherfuckers snap to when I am around. No more Mr. Nice Guy. No more Mr. Clean. No more Mr. Nice Guy, they'll say "He's sick, he's obscene". Guess I will have to practice being a jerk, because that is all some people seem to respond to. Sad commentary, and a bummer for me.
My dog bit me on the leg today,
My cat clawed my eye
Mom's been thrown out of the social circles
And Daddy has to hide
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm feelin' real shot down
And I'm gettin' mean
-Alice Cooper
No more. Mr. Nice guy.
posted by David Burrow at 7:50 PM
2 Comments:
Wait, wait. I forgot? What manner of dipshit forgets anything that quickly?
Go off? Some people need their ears boxed. He didn't forget. He never listened to begin with.
Dude screwed up a simple task, then proceeds to be jovial about it? Apparently life is a big joke to some people.
I've missed this blog. I've sure as hell missed even the slightest possibility of getting together for a beer sometime. I need to get my ass back over to the JAD boards to see if there's a Tennessee gathering taking place again this year.
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