Cupcake**
The Big Boss has a strange habit of hiring people and forgetting to introduce them to everyone. After a mere 9.5 years of working with him [5 as my boss], I may have broken him of this annoying habit. Maybe.
Two new people have joined the Destrukto Rebellion within the past three days. The first, Ms. Creative, was hired to replace someone who left. Instead of waiting for Big Boss to introduce us, I simply walked into her office and introduced myself.
The Second New Employee is another story altogether. He is, apparently, a younger version of The Dumplin'. Much younger. In fact, this one looks like he's a prepubescent incarnation of Dazed and Confused's Ron Slater...but with less hair.
He tends to wander through the office (shuffle, really) with his hands in his pockets, eyes darting around frantically as his face contorts in fear. Poor boy seems to be completely unaware of where he is...or why.
While part of me [The Mom Gene, I'm guessing] wants to Hug him and squeeze him and call him George, another part of me really wants to torture him. Just a little. Sadly, I have been unable to accomplish EITHER, as he scatters like a cockroach every time I approach him.
His direct supervisor, Destruckto's Konstruction Chief, has been no help. He actually refuses to introduce him to me. I hardly find that fair, as I may have something he needs. Like an emergency kit or a uniform ticket or a written excuse for missing gym class.
Since the KC wouldn't help, I went straight to the top. Well, I actually went to the fax machine, but I spoke to Big Boss - who was there.
I told him that his latest hire was out of line, and that he should terminate the New Boy as quickly as possible. His eyebrows shot up as he tried to casually ask why. I looked at him sternly and replied:
"That boy can't be more than twelve. What are you, trolling junior high schools for naive, cheap labor?"
And, since Big Boss is reduced to a snarky teen when we're together, he simply responded with a snort and a lame line about a Work Permit.
To which I responded that Work Permits were for people that could probably stay awake until the mandatory 9 pm curfew...and who slept without benefit of footy pajamas.
The conversation ended with the following:
ME: DUDE. At the very least, you could have dragged the poor kid around and introduced him to the rest of us.
Big Boss: Not my job. He works for [Konstruction Chief]. He is supposed to introduce his employees to everyone.
ME: DUDE. I tried to tell KC that. He refuses to introduce the poor kid around!
Big Boss: Maybe he's waiting to see if he lasts.
ME: Doesn't matter.
Big Boss: [sighing] What's it going to be?
ME: [feigning innocence] Whatever do you mean?!
Big Boss: Cut the crap. What will you be calling him instead of [what his name appears to be]?
ME: **.
Poor kid. I give him a week, tops.
Two new people have joined the Destrukto Rebellion within the past three days. The first, Ms. Creative, was hired to replace someone who left. Instead of waiting for Big Boss to introduce us, I simply walked into her office and introduced myself.
The Second New Employee is another story altogether. He is, apparently, a younger version of The Dumplin'. Much younger. In fact, this one looks like he's a prepubescent incarnation of Dazed and Confused's Ron Slater...but with less hair.
He tends to wander through the office (shuffle, really) with his hands in his pockets, eyes darting around frantically as his face contorts in fear. Poor boy seems to be completely unaware of where he is...or why.
While part of me [The Mom Gene, I'm guessing] wants to Hug him and squeeze him and call him George, another part of me really wants to torture him. Just a little. Sadly, I have been unable to accomplish EITHER, as he scatters like a cockroach every time I approach him.
His direct supervisor, Destruckto's Konstruction Chief, has been no help. He actually refuses to introduce him to me. I hardly find that fair, as I may have something he needs. Like an emergency kit or a uniform ticket or a written excuse for missing gym class.
Since the KC wouldn't help, I went straight to the top. Well, I actually went to the fax machine, but I spoke to Big Boss - who was there.
I told him that his latest hire was out of line, and that he should terminate the New Boy as quickly as possible. His eyebrows shot up as he tried to casually ask why. I looked at him sternly and replied:
"That boy can't be more than twelve. What are you, trolling junior high schools for naive, cheap labor?"
And, since Big Boss is reduced to a snarky teen when we're together, he simply responded with a snort and a lame line about a Work Permit.
To which I responded that Work Permits were for people that could probably stay awake until the mandatory 9 pm curfew...and who slept without benefit of footy pajamas.
The conversation ended with the following:
ME: DUDE. At the very least, you could have dragged the poor kid around and introduced him to the rest of us.
Big Boss: Not my job. He works for [Konstruction Chief]. He is supposed to introduce his employees to everyone.
ME: DUDE. I tried to tell KC that. He refuses to introduce the poor kid around!
Big Boss: Maybe he's waiting to see if he lasts.
ME: Doesn't matter.
Big Boss: [sighing] What's it going to be?
ME: [feigning innocence] Whatever do you mean?!
Big Boss: Cut the crap. What will you be calling him instead of [what his name appears to be]?
ME: **.
Poor kid. I give him a week, tops.
posted by rennratt at 12:00 AM
5 Comments:
Poor Cupcake!
How do you stand it? LOL
Let the torture begin!! LOL.
One could have a field day with the little stinker!! LOL
Double asterisk is the best you could come up with?
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