That sounds like a nightmare, Ginger.

Bossman is mishandling weekend volunteers, mostly middle and highschool kids trying to get their community service hours for graduation. He's giving them busy work and unnecessary work to keep them busy and happy, but not actually providing us a service because he isn't willing to trust them with real work or make the effort to give the guidance needed for the necessary work. So now he's thinking of downsizing the volunteer opportunities we offer because he finds it's a waste of his time.

So now I'm in the conundrum of "do I start working Saturdays to work with the volunteers" to eek the most out of their potential, while providing the community with ways for their kids to get their volunteer hours, or do I stand back, let my director make his choice, and refuse to be goaded into working weekends, which is part of the reason that the director position was tied with working Saturdays: to be an official presence for visitors, and to handle the volunteer groups.

I was more than willing to come in on Saturdays for May if the groups got too large (which they tend to do)_and I've gotten some amazing work out of these kids. But I'm not willing to take over the job just so the bossman can slack off.

I hate him. I really do.

We had a conversation this morning about the timing of something I needed to do that was weather dependent. We looked at the weather, he said Wednesday looked good for it. I sent out an email to our colleagues detailing what I'd be doing that Wednesday. He read the email and expressed his desire that I discuss such things with him first. I told him I thought we had. He replied that he wasn't quick to pick up on those nuances so I needed to double check with him. WTF?

How more clear could it be from "I need a non-windy, non-rainy day to do X" "Day Z looks good" "Hey y'all, I'll be doing X on day Z" "Why didn't you consult/confirm with me?" "I did! Five minutes ago!".

I'm going to get fired when I finally get caught double-fisting the bird at his back.

I also cleaned the greenhouse up a little this morning, which included plugs of dead plants left to dry out. He got miffed that I'd disposed of his dead, space-wasting plants. I'm sorry, but if you can't be bothered to water them, you lose ownership. Which is another issue in that he is territorial. He doesn't want assistance with his stuff, and won't help with what he considers "mine". Please trust me to get when a plant is dead and is need of composting. Chill the fuck out.

He now wants a planting schedule. I want to laugh in his face that schedules in horticulture are a dream never to be realized. And since he hasn't done shit with my spring schedule given in the most vague of timeframes, him asking this is ridiculous. Will he be helping in this planting schedule? Or is it just me, without an intern, without a seasonal gardener, and now apparently without volunteers.

Who the fuck is working in the garden here besides me, asshole?

I've done a lot of volunteering, and the last thing I want to do is busywork. Volunteers are crucial. (I know, talking to the choir.) Is this something you can kick upstairs?

Please trust me to get when a plant is dead and is need of composting.

"Their metabolic processes are now history! They've kicked the bucket, shuffled off their mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible!"

When I checked in they said it would be an hour wait. It's been two.

I hate waiting.

Me too if I have to either wait while someone runs an errand before we do something or do the errand myself, I'd probably do it myself so at least I'm not waiting.

My city is boiling with rage and frustration and injustice.

And I'm gonna give myself a fucking manicure to get off the internet and turn off 92Q (though it has been informative and thoughtful commentary.)

Is this something you can kick upstairs?

I am now on my fifth director in six going on seven years. The last one I did several "reports" on her behavior and status.

At this point, he is half competent. At this point, I am kind of done. At this point, the vibe I am getting is that if I don't backseat-drive my boss, I don't have a leg to stand on. At this point, I feel he has too many points in his favor for me to have any voice in displeasure over his performance.

I am done with backseat-driving of bosses. They make the call, that's it. I've offered my opinion to him, and he's all but said that it doesn't mean a thing to him. My six years of experience at this joint aren't worth a damn. fine.

I don't know who I am or what I am for at this point.

At this point, I feel that if I kick it up the ladder I'm just going to look like a gal who doesn't like bosses.

One of my volunteers, after I expressed my identity crisis from so many different bosses with different agendas, said he solved that by becoming the boss. If only.

I'm sorry sarameg. It's so sad, and I've already had to block one post on facebook tonight.

Three hours. At least I found a water fountain that isn't broken.