I'd like to get through the rest of today without punching incompetent!boss.
See, even though his desk, etc., is in another fucking room, he has to come in *my* area to mark shit down on a tracking chart we use. t edit Tracking chart is kept in a binder with other tracking forms. He could take the binder back to his fucking desk.
In my area, there's a random chair, not even a desk chair -- it's not one of those dealies with wheels and such; it's just a random non-wheeled chair that might be at a table. Except it isn't at a table; it's randomly located in my area. No one uses it. So....
For ELEVEN YEARS I've been tossing my coat on this chair when I get to work in the morning.
Today, incompetent!boss decides that, because he wants to sit for the 3 minutes a day that he comes in here to mark shit down on the tracking form, I have to hang my coat up. (Apparently there's a coat rack somewhere; I wouldn't know, having put my coat on the same chair for ELEVEN YEARS.)
He actually picked my coat up off the chair and held it out to me. I said "What?" He said "You need to hang this up so I can sit down."
Keep in mind, this isn't his desk; this is over in my area, and it's something he does for literally 3 minutes a day.
I put my coat back on the chair. If he says anything else, I'm going to kneecap him, and then I'm going to bitch to Big!Boss's wife (who works for the company in a vague accounting-ish way, and it's generally understood that you don't give any lip to Big!Boss's wife). I'm not above being a tattle-tale.
Is that lame, or what? (You can say yes. I know that complaining about having to move my coat is lame, but it's such an annoying, niggling little thing that inconveniences the hell out of me so that incompetent!boss can sit for 3 minutes.)
Grr.
t starting stopwatch to see how long it takes Scola to post a link to an NYC job....