How hell transforms into Heaven. (and a notorious fat ass who is despised no matter where she is.)
*note*: not a single bit of magic was used to exact revenge... seems that fate is on my side..... *grins*
My old boss quit
(the big grumbly brat).
She left last Friday. We were informed she was leaving at about 10 A.M. Friday morning. We were also told who our interim manager was going to be. The stable person in the management group, the new department manager (we'll call her Angel for the purposes of concealing her identity) is soft spoken, logical, and doesn't place blame. She merely tells you what she expects, and then lets you run with it.
The old manager (we'll call her Satan, not that I'm interested in concealing her identity, but I am normally polite) was this amazon woman, with a skinny husband (who flirts with every female in plain site). Obviously Satan wasn't very happy, and per normal humanity traits, she had a scapegoat. That person was me. She was also a liar, which I witnessed first hand dealing towards other people. Now, obviously, a person who lies in front of your face to or about someone else, will also lie behind your back. That's pretty much common knowledge isn't it? A liar is a liar, no matter their surroundings.
I am the assistant manager in the department. Not a glamorous position, but one in which I am involved with everything and can help implement the vision of the manager, I will, depending on the day perform and of the following functions: I will be one of the two buyers. I will be one of the two schedulers. I will be the shipping supervisor. I will be the release analyst. I will (most days) do all the data integrity to insure our inventories stay accurate, which consists of tracking and fixing all issues involved with Data. (I know it sounds boring – but it's actually like doing a puzzle... or playing a Legend of Zelda game, you get to "find out stuff" – so yeah, I guess it is boring to most people, but I like it ).
A typical day would start with the following conversation (fatass is always late and her office is locked) ph, and for purposes of this exercise I think I will refer to myself by my online nick, in order to conceal my own identity because some of you are deliciously hateful, and while I appreciate that greatly, I don't wish for it to be aimed my way IRL.
Satan: WATER! Where are the inventory reports? Me: They're in your mailbox. Do you want me to get them for you? Satan: *huffs and puffs* (due to her outrageous 500 pound frame) NO! I have to everything myself around here! I'll get them, thanks for nothing. *Satan proceeds to heave her whale butt out of her too-small chair (which is rather amusing, yet disturbingly grotesque at the same time) and waddle to the mailbox* *Satan gets to the mailroom and you can hear her bellow all the way down the 40 yard hallway* Satan (hollering): What in the HELL is THIS ****!!????? WAAAATEEEER! *she manages to make it halfway back to my office wheezing and puffing, I am walking down the hall now to meet her* Satan: WHAT HAPPENED TO INVENTORY? It went UP by 5,000 dollars! (aside: we work in a multimillion dollar automobile plant, 5g is pretty much pennies) Me: Yesterday was our weekly milkrun. It's Tuesday, we see the receipts today, that's normal every week. Satan: Well *huff* Inventory is WAY too high. Go tell the buyers to get this **** cut in half ! Today! *Satan walks off and the plant manager (who's office we were in front of) just stares at me shaking his head. I being on edge now am thinking that he is blaming me.*
So now I have been yelled at, and made to feel like an idiot. Who do the buyers report to? Umm, that would be SATAN! Not WATER! The rest of the day continues along the same vein, she loves to yell at people, and yet thinks she is doing us a favor by "toughening us up", or "holding us accountable". Needless to say the entire department was miserable, but because we have lived that way for a year, we were so used to it, we didn't realize we were miserable.
Back to the beginning – she left. She was asked by the plant manager to step down to a lesser position at another plant. (*coughs* that would be the same job that I am doing now *coughs*) and she accepted the offer. *chuckles a bit* It seemed like the best sort of justice to me after I thought about it for a while.
As for Angel? She actually Thanks me when I do my job. And she apologizes for interrupting me, or asking me to do extra things. (I don't mind the extra stuff, I can always fit a bit more in, and I don't mind being interrupted, in the automotive industry everything has to happen "right now".) I am an A Player, recognized corporate wide for the job that I do, I get great reviews, awesome raises, and I'm damn good at what I do. I take pride in completing everything that needs to get done, and I really like helping other people.
I was doing some extra stuff tonight after work, and Angel walked in and said: " I want you to go home and spend some time with your family, the rest of this can wait until tomorrow." My jaw dropped.
I love my job again, and I go home happy.
Oh, one more thing... I was surfing a message board for the corporation (where are the different plant employees can post and discuss things with each other) ... I found a post about Satan from the place she was transferred to. It said this:
"And who the **** brought that ****ing bitch Satan back to the plant? Didn't she all make us miserable the first go around? We needed to experience hell again?"
...Yes... the evil side of Water got tremendous enjoyment out of that.
*quick slam dunk update from a few minutes ago about Satan*
"I thought Burbank was going to that department but hell this is just as bad. if bull moose Satan is back then who's going bye-barry, linda, or tammy.i thought it was out with the bad in with the good but not now. its out with the bad and in with the worst. that department is doomed for the worst now. "
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