As is my custom, encouraged by my director, to make floral arrangements for new employees, I put together a bowl of roses and daylilies and brought it up to our new ED.
First thing out of her mouth:
"Oh, how beautiful!"
Second thing?
"You shouldn't have wasted your time."
Maybe she meant it as "Oh, dahling, really, you shouldn't have (minemineminemineyay!), but it came off more as "I already see that you are an employee who doesn't prioritize her time wisely" which led me down the path of "Great, now she's going to think I have an easy job with lots of downtime, and can stand to fetch a few extra sticks".
Then bossman comments, while I'm still fuming, that all my furniture at home should be where it's supposed to be and all the walls painted, with a sad shake of his head that it's not. I shouldn't be surprised, since he also authoritatively stated way back that if I needed to rent a u-haul truck to move, I owned too many things.
Juliebird, if you can't attribute it to an office-wide attack of asshattery, perhaps the new ED meant it in the spirit of "oh, you shouldn't have!" (with an unspoken "but I'm glad you did"). The other ... well, that's just dumb.
I shouldn't be surprised, since he also authoritatively stated way back that if I needed to rent a u-haul truck to move, I owned too many things.
Like a bed? couch? Seriously?
he also authoritatively stated way back that if I needed to rent a u-haul truck to move, I owned too many things.
Is he a monk who just owns a begging bowl and a blanket?
I went and cheered myself up by making a belated "welcome" bouquet for our seasonal gardener.
Bossman makes me fume, but he also looks the other way when I'm late, and I'm surprised he doesn't have a kink in his neck by now. Yes, dumb. Even if he was my dad, it'd still be dumb and outside his realm of beeswax.
re: the owning of "too many things", I don't even know how to begin comprehending where he was coming from with that statement.
Maybe he sees me as parent-dependent highschool kid, and not someone furnishing houses and apartments for the past decade.
He actually told me that I should get rid of my camping gear because I hadn't used it in the past year. Um, hundreds, maybe thousands of dollars of gear (accumulated over the past two decades) that you simply don't purge because of the one year rule and say "I'll just buy new stuff".
He's... he's the biggest bullshitter in Bullshit Town, USA. He has to have an authoritative opinion on everything. And if you counter with information from a respected book or college education, he'll simply shake his head and dis book-knowledge. He's got the
life
experience, yo.
He makes me so mad, but he also has a very laid back work ethic (comp time exists, even if it's a no-no in the employee handbook) and he keeps the upper ranks out of my face and business. But I also have to research everything he tells me to make sure it's true.
I mean, what's wrong with admitting that you are not an expert at everything? Or even admitting that you are not an expert at most things?
I mean, what's wrong with admitting that you are not an expert at everything?
That's a good point, we can't all be John Hodgman.