I Could End Up Fired

The head nut CEO visited The Asylum yesterday. We knew he was coming sometime this week, but of course I forgot about it and showed up for work in a hoodie and wearing flip-flips.

Way to go Mahala!

Luckily, he didn't make it to our plant until after lunch, so I was able to run home and change. He always goes around to everyone's office and makes small talk on his way down the hall and it's usually a pretty painless event.

Well...there was that one time I thought he'd left, but he came back in the door catching me with a lime green post-it note stuck to my forehead with "REJECT" printed across it in big red letters. It took a while for me to live that one down.

Late yesterday afternoon, the CEO, Bossman and the GM all piled up in Bossman's office to see how far up the CEO's ass Bossman's nose would go  review sales numbers.I tried to tune them out, listening to the radio, finding it almost painful to hear Bossman's pathetic attempts to kiss up. When it was time to go home, I turned everything off, then overheard the CEO saying, "It got quiet, it must be time to go home."

Bossman's reply, "Oh yeah," snickering like a big snot, "she's ready to go at five o'clock. She's not sticking around." 


This.. from the sorry excuse for a man who STANDS OVER ME every FLIPPEN FRIDAY at 4:30, asking me if I'm done yet so that he and PG can get out of here early. This.. when I've been rearranging my personal schedule to allow me to work through lunches to get stuff caught up, stuff he should have been helping me with all along.

That fudgin' little bald headed son of a biscuit eater. Oh holy hell on wheels I was am peeved. The nerve.

This.. from the little jerkalicious little hiney hole that will suddenly just appear at my cage office doorway with his dorky little golf hat and his lunch box to announce that he's going to be out of the office for awhile, with no other explanation as he just LEAVES, coming back two hours later wreaking of alcohol.

This Friday, if I don't call in a vacation day, without any advance notice, my ass is sitting here until after five o'clock. He and PG have to stay, they have to lock up. When they make their little smarty britches remarks about wanting to get out of here, I'll tell them I need to make sure no one has any reason to go tell the CEO that I'm too anxious to run out the door at five o'clock.

He's such a lying little buttmunch.


It's Humpday ya'll. Hump it like you mean it, grunt if you have to. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!


Anonymous said...

I hate it when the boss sells you out like that. I have worked for people like that and it does make you want to get revenge on them big time. You have fun with that part.

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Sorry, still having issues with this stupid computer. It posted my comment 3 times. I probably got impatient and kept hitting the button. I am like that sometimes.

Inanna said...

What an @$$! Keep your chin Up!

Inanna said...

What an @$$! Keep your chin Up!

tiff said...

Your plan, I approve of it.

rennratt said...

The next time he has a last minute, emergency order?

Hand it back to him with a "Sorry, sugar. I have to be gettin' on home now!"

On second thought, don't listen to me. I'm not very good at giving [positive, job keeping] advice.

BetteJo said...

You're so creative with your derogatory terms - I'm calling you next time I need some good names to call someone!

Diane at Crafty Passions said...

Your post made me laugh out loud... Thanks !!