My issues with coworkers at Stuff, Installed is well documented both in this blog and in my two books, "Not While I'm Chewing" and Unsafe at Any Speed..
We all work at jobs and the vast majority of us are working in jobs we don't particularly adore, but hey it fits our schedules and it pays the bills...sort of. Besides, if we really think about it, the people we work with are pretty cool, most of the time, and at the end of the day, it's not a terrible way to live.
Well, I thought that about my job until this week. With Elsie W. and Noelle C. a distant memory, I've been pretty happy at work.
And then I realized something:
My boss might be a horrible boss. He might be a child unable to do any job other than management...because that's where he can do the least amount of damage to the day to day work at Stuff, Installed.
I was thinking this yesterday, when, reviewing my week, I realized that TV disaster boss Michael Scott might just be an upgrade from NBM.
Don't believe me?
Here are five things NBM did this week that proves Michael Scott would be, at worst, a sideways moves. And I maintain he would be an upgrade.
5) Keeps the knife he licks after every use on top of the office jar of peanut butter.
I've chronicled NBM's inability to wash the spoon and bowl he uses for his breakfast every morning. (Reminder: He licks the spoon, rinses the bowl, and puts them in the cabinet where we keep food.)
The knife thing is new. His lunch of late has consisted of an English muffin (which he always burns, which means we get to work in an atmosphere of burnt English muffin all afternoon) topped with peanut butter. And every day, once he's done using the knife, he licks it and sets it on top of the jar of peanut butter which we keep, again, other food.
I understand marking your territory, but could you maybe pee all over one of the cabinet shelves? It would be more sanitary.
4) Asked me what poking on Face Book meant...and then didn't like my answer.
I'm not saying NBM doesn't have enough to do in his day. But earlier this week he was truly troubled about what, exactly, it meant when someone poked him on Face Book. Face Book has been a favorite of his. Every couple of weeks he'll ask me how to do something on Face Book. I try to explain it to him, but giving him verbal directions is like telling a five year old how to put together a vacuum cleaner. Most of these conversations end with me saying, "Well, NBM, I could show you, but company rules say I can be fired to going on Face Book during the work day."
So this week he discovered the "poke." I explained to him that it was like someone waving at him or saying hello. I told him he could poke back or ignore it.
He didn't like that. So he walked down the Tunnel of Sound to PM (who has all the time in the world for topics like this) and they discussed it.
Gee, glad no one actually needed his attention for work things. Of course, this is the type of time you have in a work day when you never take a phone call and when you are always "out" if someone comes in to see you. Unless, of course, it's a TV rep who is coming to take you to lunch.
3) Started golfing on his "lunch."
NBM is a salaried guy. He pretty much comes in when he wants to and leaves when he wants to. I can't fault him for showing up in the AM, he's always there early. And I will give him this: When he leaves before 4 PM, he's always got a legitimate reason to leave. (The fact that he picked a car repair place a block from his house is just a coincidence...all of our company vans need service all the time, especially when we have very nice golfing weather.)
As a salaried guy, he doesn't so much have a "lunch" as he has time
|Something we would love to ask him...but|
he's out golfing/having lunch/checking/basketball scores.
2) Completed the computer install...as far as he was concerned.
Computer issues have been a major sore spot in the office for the past couple months. I wound up getting a new computer because, like most of the computers in the office, mine was woefully outdated and loaded with who knows how many viruses and gremlins. Well, this week NBM pulled some money out of the owner's wallet (replacing anything cuts into our bottom line, and NBM's whole deal is he shows a profit more than any other branch...of course, we all have to bring in our own pens and he locks up copier paper so I have to ask him for paper when the copier is empty and I have to tell him why I need it.) and got new computers for himself, NGTJ and PM. Yesterday was the day of installation. PM managed to get his installed all by himself because PM knows a thing or two about computers. PM then showed NBM how to install his. Four seconds after PM left NBM's office, I was summoned to show him how to transfer his files. I told him how I would do it. He said, "That's now how PM showed me." I said, "well, then do it the way PM told you." He said, "I don't remember what he said."
But the biggest SNAFU happened when he took what little he could remember and he tried to install NGTJ's computer. I don't know what he did, but it wasn't what he was supposed to. I know this because when she tried to use it, it not only didn't work, it scolded her and insulted her wardrobe. She tried to ask NBM what he'd done. He said, "Mine works just fine." And then he went to the golf place leaving NGTJ unable to use her computer and therefore do her job.
And OF COURSE his worked just fine. He rarely, if ever, USES his computer. He's on his smart phone all day, checking golf and basketball scores, and political stuff. For the record, his computer was not working because we looked at it while he was golfing. Whatever he'd done to NGTJ's, he'd done to his own.
His question to her, upon returning from golf, was, "Why aren't you at your desk working?"
1) Needed me to help him see his bracket.
I didn't say much when, a couple weeks ago, he had me fill out an Oscar's score sheet so he could enter a contest sponsored by a local TV station.
Tuesday of this week he called me into his office. He had just filled out his March Madness bracket so he could win a contest sponsored by another local TV station and he was unable to print the bracket from his computer. (This was one of the reasons we got new computers. Mine was the only one in the office that played nicely with the printer.)
I gave him several tips, but, like a parent dealing with a whiny child, I finally said, "Email it to me, I'll print it."
He emailed me, not a file to print, but a LINK to a WEBSITE (one of those I would be fired for being on during working hours). I opened the link and realized I would need his account password. I asked him for it and he gave me three passwords, none of which worked.
|Not the worst thing I was asked to do this week.|
Meanwhile, I did the whole "forgotten password" thing and told him to check his email, that he now had a temporary password. But that was not good enough for him. Nope, he then decided he would reset his password and give it to me.
Except in the time it took him to speak the actual password to me, he forgot how he spelled it.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
|At least Michael Scott never complained|
that their outgoing call totals were too low.
So, yeah, I'm pretty sure Michael Scott, a guy who burned his foot on a George Foreman grill, would be an upgrade.