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Ahhh...management
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Cindi    Posted 12-15-2003 at 13:21:44       [Reply]  [No Email]
This is a cardinal sin but I'm gonna go for it anyway. One big training point with wallyweird is that you don't say bad things about them behind their backs once they hire you. I thought that was really kind of third grade behavior, but I guess they have their reasons. Since I didn't sign anything in blood though, I'm gonna risk it.

It's the management dam it.

At least in our store, it has become very clear that in order to progress through the ranks, you must be willing to kiss behind. Long, often and enthusiastically, which makes me extremely glad that for me, this is only a job and not a career choice. I have difficulty kissing sticky babies, so imagine my aversion to THIS practice.

Some folks are better at it than others, which in the end, puts them in a position of authority long before they have the skills to go with the title. I'm not naming names, but last night, the current BOSS on call was a classic example of advancement by pucker.

The night crew is a motley bunch. We have

Pufnstuf

Cruella (who was off last night) we have

The Peeper (whom we have already discussed, the one who makes the Mexican girls cross themselves when he looks at them) then we have

The Toker (guess)

The Singer (a young man with a surprisingly good voice and a penchant for classic country music)

The Pseudo Boss (the one who follows the boss around and makes sure that no one steps out of line, apparently for the sheer joy of the occupation as she doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hades of becoming management because she has no pucker abilities).

The Lady of the Evening, who goes off with a different male employee every night at lunch time.

The Sleeper (a title that is shared by two, one who sneaks off to sleep and one who sleeps right out in the open and will fall asleep in the middle of a sentence and everybody wonders why he is still there)

The Narc (self explanitory...just don't do anything wrong in front of her)

The Prima Donna (who always dresses and makes herself up like she's walking down the runway carrying a bouquet and not down aisle eleven carrying a box of frozen french fries and doesn't want to handle anything heavier than three pounds because she might break a nail) and then we have...

The Professor (me) who uses ten dollar words and draws more blank, confused stares, than a urinal in the ladies room.

You've heard of The Thirteen Ghosts? We're The Thirteen Jokes.

I guess because I am willing, and have a good work ethic, I tend to draw more attention from the current management official and they seek me out when things go to he11 in a handcart and stuff needs to be done quickly and efficiently and the other characters in this nightly drama are off somewhere else maintaining their nicknames.

Last night she tracked me down no less than a dozen times.

"I need you to....when you get done with...after you finish...the four way in action alley needs to be straightened so after you...before you leave would you please..."

Due to a less than reliable memory, halfway through the night I grabbed a piece of scratch paper and started making notes. At lunch time I sought her out where she sat staring at a tuna fish sandwich in her office.

"I...uh...I don't know what you want me to do."

Her face turned a brilliant shade of red and she fidgeted with the wax paper that was wrapped around her sandwich.

"But I told you to (insert a few chores)"

"Well, yes, I know you did. That's the problem. If I may..."

I began reading from the list I had made. Her fidgeting went into overdrive as she began to get some idea of what the problem was. I stopped and she began to speak. I held up my hand, cleared my throat, gingerley turned the paper over and began reading the other side. She looked like she wanted to cry.

"I guess, what I need to know is which of these thirty some odd chores on the list are a priority as I am rapidly running out of time to get them done."

I left her with with her head on her desk and an abbreviated list of chores and went on my way. It a shame that it seems that ability is no longer a prerequisite to advancement. It's who you know and how far you are willing to debase yourself that determines how far you will go and frankly...that sucks.




KellyGa    Posted 12-16-2003 at 03:42:09       [Reply]  [No Email]
I will have to save this list of characters for Ian, he will enjoy this. :) The more you do for them, the more they will pile on you. Those other employees have no sense of responsibility, therefore, they have none. Which may be the way they like it, or maybe they are dumb as a bag of hammers, either way, they don't get hounded like the intelligent people that walk upright, and not dragging their knuckles, lol.


jf    Posted 12-16-2003 at 03:23:51       [Reply]  [Send Email]
I taught school for 11 years and these situations exist in all employment areas. Promotions are for the pretty, the kissers, and for the go alongers. The incompetent are protected while there is a different set of criterea for those who are responsible and can get the job done. I learned one thing just keep your mouth shut smile alot and be everybodys buddy. It makes no difference if the students learn or not. Discipline is no longer wanted or needed and curriculm is a side issue. In short its all a little game. I always felt the people in education where in short CHARLIE IN THE BOXES.


Taylor Lambert    Posted 12-15-2003 at 20:25:08       [Reply]  [No Email]
Cindi I learned when I was 16 that every job has snitches. On construction sites the laborers, or poor operators usuall get raises first because they stay in the bosses pocket. My old boss Fred wouldnt tolerate a snitch. The my favorite thing is when a foreman doesnt know SH98T about the task at hand and when you tell them they run to the boss with all the credit. Thats where I learned give them a little missinformation or job sabotage. then afterthe boss gets it was all my idea the foreman looks like a 'tard.
I have a problem with sleepers. I have a way to break them on a job if they sleep in a pipe or culvert on a job wait till 3 or 4 get in a pipe at dinner and want to sleep through. They usually are the pufnstufs and tokers. Ill usually find a reason to move the pipe about 20 minutes into their nap. Ill ease right up to the middle with the dozer or a loader and hit it wide open. makecing sure it wont collapse the pipe. I rolled on group of fellas about 20 times befor one rolled out the end. They cant tell on you or theyll snitch on there own selves. I mainly dont let anyone know anything extra only what they need to know and sometimes none of that. I also dont trust anyone that grins like a Sh98t easting possom they have either just stuck some one or are about to. I hate to rant but ive learnt the hard way lol.


Willy-N    Posted 12-15-2003 at 20:02:17       [Reply]  [No Email]
A bunch of good reasons I am self employed! I see them suck up at the School Bus Garage too. I remember my first day I sat down in a chair and there were a bunch of them too. A little later a guy came in and said your sitting in my chair! I looked him in the eye and said that's funny I don't see your name on it anywhere? He got pretty upset and told me to move. I did not and in a while I got up and said I have to leave anyway you can have it back now. We sorta did not get along after that. Allmost 7 years later I still don't take any sh** from him or the rest of the groupies that bows down to his so called seniority rules. He does not sign my check nor did he hire me. If I had to deal with this group every day I would have been gone a long time ago. The only way I stay is because I keep the school bus at my house and go in maybe once a month and see them sitting around kissing backsides. I guess I have been self employed to long to deal with that type of cr** I work hard and do my job but won't be walked on. I never treated my employes that way and do not, nor will be treated that way either. Life is to short to be unhappy at work for me. Mark H.


Newgen    Posted 12-16-2003 at 04:37:46       [Reply]  [No Email]
I'm with you on this one Willy, at the tender age of 49, I can say I've never had a real job in my life. {with the exception of wintertime jobs at local implement dealerships when I was farming fulltime} I can remember years ago at a party group of about 5 or 6 of us were sitting at atable talking and the talk turned to our work. I was the only one of the bunch that was self employed and was the only one who wasn't complaining!


BW    Posted 12-15-2003 at 18:17:15       [Reply]  [No Email]
I had about 4 months with the "outfit" here in MA, and had about the same type of people ...In that 4 month stretch the 5 other people that worked the sporting goods area , including the Day shift dept. manager all gave their notice at the 4 month end myself included .... Had a "New" Store Mangaer from the South from a southern Wally-World Managemnet family , Mom , Dad, Big Brother and Sister , All district or higher Managers .... Lil' Brother was bucking for Area/ district Manager A.S.A.P. and did not care how may backs he walked on to get there ..... I offered to apply for Dept. manager and was told flat out at that time if you wher not with the company and from another "southern Store" it would never happen .....That and other stuff I found it easier to just walk away ....I hope you can to but have a beter go of it than I had ...
Good Luck ..
Bill g.


bob ny    Posted 12-15-2003 at 13:56:40       [Reply]  [No Email]
it's called workplace politics i spent 33 yrs working for the same company i did my job and kept to myself and tryed to avoid it but sometimes it's impossible just go somewhere where they can see you and laugh out load then return as normal (it drives them crazy )


Donna from Mo    Posted 12-15-2003 at 13:45:38       [Reply]  [No Email]
Guess what Cindi? You just described every place I have ever worked, and most of the people I've worked with! And in comparing notes with my husband, it's everyplace HE ever worked, too. Welcome to the real world, where you have the choice of kissing up, or maintaining status quo.


Okie-Dokie    Posted 12-15-2003 at 14:21:47       [Reply]  [No Email]
As others have said, welcome to the Amercan Work Force! The trucking co. where I work has so many suck ups that Most times I can't get my bills thru the dispatch window in the evening. Most times I just ask the guy at the back of the snitch line (that's what it is called) to just hand my paperwork up to the guy in front of the window so he can just lay it on the dispatcher's desk. Honest, I know one driver that when he runs out of things to rat on his friends about he will rat his own self out. That's the way it was, is now, and will always be. We really do have a driver that hauls a load of matl. into the home yard everyday around noon and brings the office stooges a pizza or some KFC. The boy in charge of the office was hired to run the truck wash. Went to the top like a sky rocket. His mom and the Company owner's wife are good friends and support many of the same charities. So, if it's any consolation, it is the same about everywhere.


Willy-N    Posted 12-15-2003 at 20:12:05       [Reply]  [No Email]
When I was 15 I was washing dishes my first day in a restraunt and the other guy who was supposed to help did not show up! I was realy busting my but tring to keep up and the Manager kept coming back and yelling at me do them faster!! It got on my nerves and I just let them plye up till the started running out of dishes. The Manager came back and realy started yelling and I told him by the way I quit and you can keep my check for the day since it was a few hours pay at 1.25 a hour. I remember him saying you can't do that! I told him watch and dropped my rubber apron and headed for the door. He said you won't work here again I told him good enjoy doing the dishes. It sure felt good!! Mark H.


Les...Yabbut    Posted 12-15-2003 at 14:16:10       [Reply]  [No Email]
when you look up the word "motley" in the booktionary, there is a group picture of the people she works with.
I work for a utility which attracts a better class of losers.


bob ny    Posted 12-15-2003 at 17:34:27       [Reply]  [No Email]
les there the ones in back of you hith the knife


Well, if I had my way....    Posted 12-15-2003 at 17:04:03       [Reply]  [No Email]
The sleeper (not the hider, he would be fired) and Pufnstuf who never shuts up, would be working within five yards of each other all night. One of two things would happen. Either Pufnstuf would keep the sleeper awake or he would die a horrible brutal death and at least there would be some excitement.

The Peeper would be a greeter, the Toker would be in paper goods where everything is relatively soft and non-dangerous. The singer would be in electronics. I suspect that he would keep the CD's in fine order, the Prima Donna, in cosmetics. The Pesudo Boss would be assigned every crap task that doesn't get done every night and the Narc would be her assistant to make sure she got them all done. The Lady of the Evening would be in Automotive, where at least she might drum up some business (for somebody) and the professor...a seven hour lunch and two thirty minute breaks. (grin)


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