I'm putting this here because it's boring work stuff.
Regular readers might remember me talking about being completely fucked at work by an inept rival team lead by my enemy scott walker. He lied to senior management and they believed him. He knows he can't deliver and we can so he needs us to lose our jobs. We were called in to an emergency meeting with a senior old guy before christmas and told off for just doing our jobs because it was making the new team look bad. We were accused of refusing to cooperate when nobody had asked us to cooperate. It was like being in the naughty corner at school all because we did what we were asked and didn't fuck it up.
After this meeting our old line manager john told us we were completely fucked by politics so we shouldn't cooperate with anyone, and not answer to anyone, just do whatever the fuck we liked. Our current line manager chris didn't see eye to eye with him on this but isn't very good at managing people so he told john to make us cooperate, i.e. work to undermine our own jobs. john refused, he's a good guy and it seems chris is too scared to ask us himself. We just carried on working as normal because it still makes scott walker look bad.
So today we had a meeting with scott's team and the high up guy who told us off and an even more senior guy to try to force us to cooperate. me and my friend ian have this competition where the one who acts the most obviously bored / disinterested / doesn't give a fuck in any meeting wins. It comes across as quite disrespectful so I hadn't considered it in a meeting this important to our future careers but after only a couple of minutes he looked right at me and did a huge obviously fake yawn. I couldn't let it go so I started too. I thought I had won by rolling my eyes very theatrically and then laughing when the woman speaking lost her train of thought but ian had his laptop and started gmail chatting to people and continued for an extended period of time. I couldn't do anything to equal that so I was defeated.
childish is sometimes best. after that I was happy and was rude to some guy in another department who I don't even know on email.
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Monday, 30 August 2010
a nonsense
I managed to clear the air with the old fat noisy pervert guy next door a bit.
He put his classical music with drums on really loud when I was trying to do stuff, so I knocked on his door. He looked out of his window, saw it was me and then went back to whatever he does. I knocked louder, eventually he came to the door. I was really polite, just said 'please can you turn it down, I'm trying to work'. He went totally mental at me, shouting stuff that made no sense at all. He said I must not have carpet on the floors as if that was a real insult, maybe it was in his day. He said I had two floors so could go upstairs if it bothered me. What kind of shit is that? He wants me to go to bed? He made a big point of saying he doesn't watch tv, it's videos, as if that makes any difference. Then he said 'I don't know what hours you keep, but I've heard you moving around at 4 in the morning'. I just said 'what' but then he said 'this is a nonsense, goodnight' and slammed the door in my face.
He was quite aggressive but because he made no sense and it was totally uncalled for I wasn't scared. He's just a pathetic loser. I came back inside and of course he turned the music up louder. I thought of putting something loud on and having a childish volume war which I would totally win, don't think he has a bass rig like I have. I decided the best way would be to respond with total silence and that's what I did. He kept the music loud for a long time but eventually turned it down. moral victory to me so far.
But then when I was getting frank in I saw the guy with the dog that frank plays with messing with the guy next doors car. I went over, he was spelling out something on the bonnet with twigs. There were a lot of words but the only one I could make out was 'cunt'. I explained to him that I would get the blame for it and eventually he stopped and brushed the twigs off. Then he followed me back and did loads of stupid dancing shit and gestures at the cctv cameras and explained really loudly to me why he thought the guy next door was 'a cunt'. This was all about three feet outside his window. I didn't encourage him but had to agree with a lot of his points. Think I've lost the moral victory though.
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He put his classical music with drums on really loud when I was trying to do stuff, so I knocked on his door. He looked out of his window, saw it was me and then went back to whatever he does. I knocked louder, eventually he came to the door. I was really polite, just said 'please can you turn it down, I'm trying to work'. He went totally mental at me, shouting stuff that made no sense at all. He said I must not have carpet on the floors as if that was a real insult, maybe it was in his day. He said I had two floors so could go upstairs if it bothered me. What kind of shit is that? He wants me to go to bed? He made a big point of saying he doesn't watch tv, it's videos, as if that makes any difference. Then he said 'I don't know what hours you keep, but I've heard you moving around at 4 in the morning'. I just said 'what' but then he said 'this is a nonsense, goodnight' and slammed the door in my face.
He was quite aggressive but because he made no sense and it was totally uncalled for I wasn't scared. He's just a pathetic loser. I came back inside and of course he turned the music up louder. I thought of putting something loud on and having a childish volume war which I would totally win, don't think he has a bass rig like I have. I decided the best way would be to respond with total silence and that's what I did. He kept the music loud for a long time but eventually turned it down. moral victory to me so far.
But then when I was getting frank in I saw the guy with the dog that frank plays with messing with the guy next doors car. I went over, he was spelling out something on the bonnet with twigs. There were a lot of words but the only one I could make out was 'cunt'. I explained to him that I would get the blame for it and eventually he stopped and brushed the twigs off. Then he followed me back and did loads of stupid dancing shit and gestures at the cctv cameras and explained really loudly to me why he thought the guy next door was 'a cunt'. This was all about three feet outside his window. I didn't encourage him but had to agree with a lot of his points. Think I've lost the moral victory though.
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