Earplugs Please

One of these days I just might strangle my blithering idiot of a boss. Yes, he’s a blithering idiot! He talks half of the time and more than half of it is nonsense.

So here’s what happened.

The blithering idiot asks me to do some analysis. I do the spreadsheet and after I’m done he asks me to take him through it. He keeps interrupting with question and he never gets the flow of the equations. The blithering idiot complains that what I did was not useful for his purposes. At this point I excuse myself and say that I need to go have lunch. I say that the file is saved on the server if he wants to work on it. I needed to cool off and lunch was the quickest excuse that I could think of.

When I get back from lunch, I find the blithering idiot working on the spreadsheet. He stops for five minutes to give me something else to do. Five minutes after I start working, he calls me over to ask for help on the spreadsheet. I am trying to figure out how he’s equations flow in order to get the number that he wants. He blithers on about how the data is not right, about how I did it wrong, about how he can’t do everything himself and about how I should be picking up the slack. I could have grabbed my chair right then and smacked him over the head with it but instead I grab the mouse and the keyboard and entered a few equations into the spreadsheet.

He takes a look at the spreadsheet again and declares that it’s going to work after all. He takes a look at one of my equations and says that it’s wrong. He changes it and result is wrong. He tries a variety of equations that are all wrong. Ultimately, he ends ups with my original equation with some of the items switched around. His self congratulatory blithering makes me want to hurl but I manage to resist pointing out that it’s my original equation anyway.

I go back to my computer to continue the stuff that I was working on. The blithering idiot then asks me how I’m doing on the work that he assigned. I was talking to you, I deadpan.

I swear, you just can’t make this stuff up.

Burn Out

Be careful what you wish for. Taking too long to adjust. Spoiled rotten by jobs that didn’t require too much thinking. Still enjoying it but it gets exhausting. Brain might start working again in a year or so.