The Manager

Percentiles: In the State of Grace

December 20, 2008 · Leave a Comment

I like where I’m at now. The salary took a hit, I don’t get paid on time for any side work that I do. It can get pretty skinny in the wallet some months. I’m really burned out from dealing with people…about eighty percent of the people I deal with are OK…ten percent, I usually duck and cover…10 percent I run and hide! Full fledged “Whack jobs”. Unreasonable, OCD and hysterical. There is no reasoning with them.

I have one strange one that wrote a letter (three pages) full of crap about how dangerous and violent I am with residents…The reason was I asked her to move her car for the umpteenth time. Totally disrespectful, completely up her own butt. It really bothered me that someone would go at it that hard to bring me down. Very odd and hard to take…definitely some Daddy issues You just have to bite your tongue and let them dig their own grave which inevitably happens after a time.

When I think I don’t want to do this anymore, I just take a walk around the neighborhood which undoubtedly brings me back to earth and quiets the nerves. I realize what I have here. A roof over my head some pocket change and that eighty percentile that actually like me…We got some really pretty girls (ladies too).

I’ll tell you another time about the “Witch coven” here…

Meanwhile here I am in a “State of Grace”

grace

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Bully…Just Smile and Stab!

December 20, 2008 · Leave a Comment

This may not be that interesting, but I need to vent. I’ve always been the main event for “Bullies” I think cause I’m a wee bit out there and Bullies are effected by people who get attention or are a little off the beaten path. I’ve had this problem all my life and the scars to prove it! This may seem a little harsh, but I’m carrying a lot of anger…

I worked for an abusive horrible human being. As I write this blog in the coming weeks this character will reel his ugly head; often!

He really helped me to fall off the wagon and send me on my way to an intentional attempt at self demise…I have a close friend who went through 15 years of abuse with this monster and was profoundly changed. We both have that ex-POW weariness. Trapped by our own financial misfortunes (in my case mis-judgments) he prayed on our weakness’s took advantage of our enabling personalities and moments of kindness were seen as weakness and faulty character by this hideous sub-human.

I F*king hated this animal more than anyone in my life. When he dies I will crap on his grave and jump for joy…He was pure evil.

So now you got the set up.

He used to love to get me on the phone and just beat on me…He knew I couldn’t quit my job so, he’d use it to his advantage and beat me down. I used to get so freaked out by him that I got back into self medicating…Pain killers, weed and alcohol followed soon after.

I was so happy the day I heard from someone that he was flying his airplane (which he was so proud of ) and the dumb shit forgot to put his landing gear down! What an asshole! He never told me about it, but tried to make it sound like the FAA had it out for him cause they were all democrats and trying to take his license away…Huh? Then he turns around and tells me the poor sap that crashed into the shopping mall in Concord a few years back deserved to die because he was a flying instructor. Not sure what his point was.

He hated blacks and Mexicans, lawyers, woman, gays, liberals, Chinese and warned me to never rent to them. To do whatever I could to keep them out of his buildings…and I just sat there and bit my tongue like a coward. Of course now I look back and I’m all filled with bravado after the fact!…I was plain and simply a coward and I’m never gonna let that happen again. Now I strategically strike back and I’m getting really good at it! “Dog Eat Dog”

The weirdest moment was when I was really stoned and made the mistake of picking up the phone. He was getting ugly over a mistake on my spreadsheets and I had to open up my Excel program and go step by step…Oh BTW I’m not a smoker. Weed induces panic attacks with me!
I got talked into smoking and had way too much, I was freaking out really bad when he called!

Thank God the days with him are behind me. He went through many managers after me, some even lasted a month! I took seven years of his crap and I’m still having nightmares about it. The clincher is that my present company bought his building and at one time I would have liked to move back there, it was a great place, but the memories are too haunting.

Don’t put up with a Bully boss…It’s not worth it. I have a lot more autonomy now and I like it even with all the other problems I have to deal with.

When you have no choice but to function in an evil environment just remember these words…

They’re mine BTW…

…Smile and Stab, Just Smile and Stab…

Now I need to get back in the Christmas spirit…So I’ll just breath…

Sometimes I think too much...

Sometimes I think too much...

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