I applied for two jobs this week. On a whim, you could say.
I'm like a child. And applying for new jobs is me throwing my temper tantrums. It's me silently kicking and screaming.
Realistically, I'm casting off resumes into the universe to see if the universe happens to cast anything back. And if I've learned from past experience..... That's not exactly how things work. These days.
The tantrums basically boil down to human decency and respect. Both lacking in my current supervisor and both of which I place great value in. ...Likely a shrugging-off factor for most, but for me?...Quite the predicament.
My guru calls these types of people my "hooks". Meaning they, above all others, have the ability to start me on a 2-hour rant by merely lifting an eyebrow. And I can't disagree with the man. My boss not only gets under my skin, he like lives there.
For example: End of the day on Monday, I was asked to schedule an appointment with the new Dean, who is still covering his old position. So yes, the man is BUSY. I was told that any time would be appropriate. So when I came back with a 9:30am for the next morning, and was then told by Boss that "Oops, we have something scheduled up until that time", my natural reaction was to stand up and walk toward the door to let the new BUSY Dean know that we'd have to change the appointment time. Instead, I was told four times to sit down and to not worry about it. "We'll get around to him."
K. Um. Hypothetical (and wish to F I had the cajones to ask) question to Boss: "Just for curiosity's sake... Is it policy to completely disrespect a person's time around here?"
I mean, the man had an audience in my fellow trainees. I'm sure him having to tell me four times (upon my insistence), only served as fuel for the power voyage he had embarked on already.
Why is it always the ones that aren't worth your time/the effort/a damn, the ones that seem to hit you the hardest?
Or is it just that I have to do what he says?
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Silently Kicking and Screaming
at 7:50 PM
Labels: Business, Grumbles, Life and All its Glory