Here we go again: We are being Managed...
At the risk of coming across as a whiner about my job, like ten million other bloggers in the world, here I go again.
Actually, I'm chuckling. Really, I think it is some funny shit, and I milked the situation for laughs after the latest bit of Dilbertesque drama at work today.
Mr. Micromanager changed the procedures again today after he had pissed the Three Rednecks off Friday. Three Rednecks being me, my brother, and our nephew. I'm the least redneck of the bunch in a lot of ways, but that doesn't stop me from blurting out things that other people won't say. But he pissed us all off Friday by nit-picking what we were doing, or rather, how we were doing it.
That's fine. I'm all about perfection in my work. But could you do your fucking job as a supervisor, and spell the hell out to us how you want things done before we are half finished, so you don't come across as a dickhead? Oh, wait. That's how you operate, I forgot about the whole "first impression" thing. That is why the actual Lead Redneck of our company refuses to work on your jobs. You undercut your carpenters by changing things after the fact. Look, if you would spell this shit out to us, we would do it the way you say to begin with and there would be no problem. The way you handle it, you come across as wanting to find fault where there is none. And you do. Any wonder you piss people off? For whatever reason, you find it necessary to find fault with the talented people that work for you. Does it make you feel better about yourself or some shit like that? I think so, because you suck as a job supervisor. And you know it. Looky here, homeboy, nobody likes you. Not the laborers, not the skilled carpenters, not the subcontractors. I know, I have talked to our subcontractors. They think you are a joke. Trying to be King Shit doesn't help your cause.
I can kind of relate to his problem. He's in over his head. I have been in over my head recently when I was put in charge of a job. It's nerve-racking, if you care about your job at all. I fail to see how pissing tradespeople off can help... But I don't know nuthin'... I haven't been a carpenter for thirty years like he has... I also am not a Dale Carnegie dropout... and, Thank God, I am not Management.
Which apparently he is. Fine, I'm not a Prima Donna, I'm an employee. I do what I am told, and take personal initiative when I think it is necessary. The way I see it, our job supervisors are very busy people so if I can take some of the day to day details off of their hands everything will run smoother and they can take care of the big issues. All of us rednecks feel that way. We just want the job to run smoothly. But when you undercut us, should you be surprised that we get pissed off?
I guess so. Mr. Micromanager decided to "clear the air" for lack of a better term, with his three rednecks this afternoon. What a joke. He lectured us about "doing things right", about how there is often a "conflict between management and the people that actually do the work" and about how he thought we were "angry" with him Friday afternoon and he didn't want anyone to have a "bad attitude" or be "mad" on his jobs. He reminded us that he had been a carpenter for thirty years and wasn't talking out of his ass. Except he didn't actually say "talking out of my ass" because he is the dickhead that gave everyone Buybulls one year for Christmas.
At this point, I have to back up a bit and say, well, I am on his side because I love my job. I agree with him on his point, but his execution sucks big green donkey dicks. He started out questioning Skeeter, asking if he was "OK" or some shit. Wouldn't drop it. Skeeter finally said "Well, I think I just enjoyed the race too much yesterday".
"Oh. What race?"
"The Daytona 500."
"Oh."
Then he launched into his management bullshit, how we should do this and that, how he didn't want people to have bad attitudes on his jobs, blah blah. I was sitting there grinning like an idiot and keeping my words to myself. What race? Have you noticed our Earnhardt caps? The whole world does revolve around you, doesn't it? You fucking moron. You think we give a shit how long you have been a carpenter? You think we are impressed that you undercut people by changing the methods halfway into the job? You think we like being preached to about five minutes here or there? Who the fuck do you think you are?
Later, I boiled down the whole anger issue to Skeeter. "What people like him don't realize is this: It's not all about him and whether we are mad or not. Hell, we get mad at each other all the time. The fact is, we just don't like him. That's a lot bigger deal than just pissing us off."
We get over being angry. We don't get over a lack of respect.
Actually, I'm chuckling. Really, I think it is some funny shit, and I milked the situation for laughs after the latest bit of Dilbertesque drama at work today.
Mr. Micromanager changed the procedures again today after he had pissed the Three Rednecks off Friday. Three Rednecks being me, my brother, and our nephew. I'm the least redneck of the bunch in a lot of ways, but that doesn't stop me from blurting out things that other people won't say. But he pissed us all off Friday by nit-picking what we were doing, or rather, how we were doing it.
That's fine. I'm all about perfection in my work. But could you do your fucking job as a supervisor, and spell the hell out to us how you want things done before we are half finished, so you don't come across as a dickhead? Oh, wait. That's how you operate, I forgot about the whole "first impression" thing. That is why the actual Lead Redneck of our company refuses to work on your jobs. You undercut your carpenters by changing things after the fact. Look, if you would spell this shit out to us, we would do it the way you say to begin with and there would be no problem. The way you handle it, you come across as wanting to find fault where there is none. And you do. Any wonder you piss people off? For whatever reason, you find it necessary to find fault with the talented people that work for you. Does it make you feel better about yourself or some shit like that? I think so, because you suck as a job supervisor. And you know it. Looky here, homeboy, nobody likes you. Not the laborers, not the skilled carpenters, not the subcontractors. I know, I have talked to our subcontractors. They think you are a joke. Trying to be King Shit doesn't help your cause.
I can kind of relate to his problem. He's in over his head. I have been in over my head recently when I was put in charge of a job. It's nerve-racking, if you care about your job at all. I fail to see how pissing tradespeople off can help... But I don't know nuthin'... I haven't been a carpenter for thirty years like he has... I also am not a Dale Carnegie dropout... and, Thank God, I am not Management.
Which apparently he is. Fine, I'm not a Prima Donna, I'm an employee. I do what I am told, and take personal initiative when I think it is necessary. The way I see it, our job supervisors are very busy people so if I can take some of the day to day details off of their hands everything will run smoother and they can take care of the big issues. All of us rednecks feel that way. We just want the job to run smoothly. But when you undercut us, should you be surprised that we get pissed off?
I guess so. Mr. Micromanager decided to "clear the air" for lack of a better term, with his three rednecks this afternoon. What a joke. He lectured us about "doing things right", about how there is often a "conflict between management and the people that actually do the work" and about how he thought we were "angry" with him Friday afternoon and he didn't want anyone to have a "bad attitude" or be "mad" on his jobs. He reminded us that he had been a carpenter for thirty years and wasn't talking out of his ass. Except he didn't actually say "talking out of my ass" because he is the dickhead that gave everyone Buybulls one year for Christmas.
At this point, I have to back up a bit and say, well, I am on his side because I love my job. I agree with him on his point, but his execution sucks big green donkey dicks. He started out questioning Skeeter, asking if he was "OK" or some shit. Wouldn't drop it. Skeeter finally said "Well, I think I just enjoyed the race too much yesterday".
"Oh. What race?"
"The Daytona 500."
"Oh."
Then he launched into his management bullshit, how we should do this and that, how he didn't want people to have bad attitudes on his jobs, blah blah. I was sitting there grinning like an idiot and keeping my words to myself. What race? Have you noticed our Earnhardt caps? The whole world does revolve around you, doesn't it? You fucking moron. You think we give a shit how long you have been a carpenter? You think we are impressed that you undercut people by changing the methods halfway into the job? You think we like being preached to about five minutes here or there? Who the fuck do you think you are?
Later, I boiled down the whole anger issue to Skeeter. "What people like him don't realize is this: It's not all about him and whether we are mad or not. Hell, we get mad at each other all the time. The fact is, we just don't like him. That's a lot bigger deal than just pissing us off."
We get over being angry. We don't get over a lack of respect.
posted by David Burrow at 6:32 PM
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