I have discovered my favorite thing about my desk being in front of my bosses office.
No, it’s not hearing restroom sounds from the single-person restrooms. Not, it’s not watching people pound on the copier. It’s the expressions of people’s faces when they see my boss is on the phone or with someone else in his office. Especially John, whom I speak of frequently. I think it’s because he feels like his job is the most important one here. I LOVE seeing him walk up to my boss’ door eager as all hell, and then watching his face droop in to an annoyed expression. Sometimes he’ll linger and eavesdrop and even put his two cents in to the conversation (because he’s a social-moron) and then proceed to interrupt.
Bless this Friday he just walked back to find my boss and saw he wasn’t in his office. His long sigh was followed by a “dang it, every time I try to talk to him, he’s busy or not in his office”. How badly I wanted to tell him it’s because my boss’ job actually matters.
I bet you’re wondering what he’s done now? Well, last week he tried to throw me under the bus because he couldn’t even complete one, simple task that his job requires. I’ve worked here almost a year and he didn’t set me up with an alarm code until last Friday. I’ve asked him at least 7 times within the time I’ve worked here and instead of installing mine, he gave me his about 4 months ago when I was working late trying to finish orders before a business trip.
Well, I switched my hours from 7:30-4:00 to 7:00-3:30 which means I’m the first to arrive now. I asked him to set my alarm code last Monday and he said he would. Weeeeell, by Thursday, I didn’t get an e-mail or anything telling me I was set up, so knowing he didn’t do it, I walked in, punched in the code I asked him to give me and then ate my breakfast in the lunchroom with alarms going off.
I knew this was the only way to go about this because I knew the alarm company would call him and he’d finally do his fucking job and add my code to the system.
By the end of that day, he sent me an e-mail telling me what my new pin would be. Well, the next morning, I come in and use my code and guess what, it doesn’t work. So, wtf, right? Again, I go in the lunchroom and eat my breakfast until Walsh (oh the stories about Walsh) comes in laughing telling me what an idiot John is.
Well, instead of him calling me the day before or the day I set off the alarm to give me his pin (he has my number and used it when I set the alarm off 4 months ago) so the alarms would turn off, he huffs his stupid ass up the stairs and gives me kind of a look like I’m a big, fucking moron.
No “good morning” or any of the feigned cordiality we usually use, he looks at me and says “Yeah, you have to wait 24 hours for the code to go through” and I met his tone with a “Isn’t that something I should have known? You didn’t tell me that.”
And that was the end of it. Until this…
I get all of my boss’ e-mails forwarded to me, but John doesn’t know that 🙂
So instead of owning up to the fact that his job performance is to blame, he threw me under the bus. He knew he’d get his ass chewed and when he told me about the 24 hour thing, he made it sound like it was common knowledge. That, on top of the fact that he gave me his alarm code 4 months ago but made it sound like he gave it to me until mine was set up.
But, know what? I love my boss, because my boss saw right through the bullshit. My boss doesn’t know I get all of his e-mails either. It was a mistake on my behalf, but I haven’t fixed it yet…
Anyway, after I saw it, I was pissed and I tried to figure out a way to let him know that John was at fault without letting on that I saw the e-mail. Well, I found a way but my boss was the first to mention the alarm code and he didn’t hide the fact that he thinks John is an incompetent idiot.
It just baffles me that people his [John] age act like such children. I mean, rather than shift the blame, own up, it’s more respectful and it actually looks better on your behalf.
I’m sorry, I know every other post is about this guy, but seriously, he’s just so much fun to bitch about because he thinks he’s clever and funny and smart and quick-witted and man, is he ever the opposite.
That being said, expect more and more post about him and other co-workers. And just to put a face with the name:
I’ll eventually get a better picture, but look at that shit-eating-grin. Disgusting.