Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Anybody got a beer?

I had a rough day yesterday.

First, we had a meeting with about 50 people representing 6 different "teams" all involved in the same project but with differing managers.

Next, our boss told the 8 of us that it was business casual. THREE DIFFERENT TIMES!

Finally, we show up to our meeting and find everyone but us in their most powerful power-suit.

To make matters worse, instead of owning up to it, our boss hurried to the gift shop in the hotel and bought a tie before yelling at us for not having suits on. He asked us to avoid his manager (as if she wouldn't track any of us down to say hello and notice we weren't in suits) and pulled me aside specifically to bitch about the pants I wore. It turns out I've worn these countless times to business casual meetings and have never had a problem, but when the boss feels embarrassed for his own fuckup I guess he'd rather throw me under the bus than take the heat.

To combat this bullshit strategy of his I sought out his boss and apologized for the "obvious miscommunication on what our team was to wear" since every one my bosses employees were wearing business casual clothing. I then explained how my manager actually wanted me/us to avoid her, as if that was possible, but how I wanted to let her know on behalf of us reps that we were embarrassed and sorry that we were given the wrong instructions.

I did it in a very diplomatic way (I'm one of her favorite reps) but made sure to include enough back story to pinpoint exactly who fucked up. She really appreciated it, which brought my anger levels towards my boss down from "Insane" to a more manageable level.

All of that is a long way of saying how much happier I am today.

No, not because the whole thing is behind me and it's a fresh new day.

Nope.

I'm happier because a country music tool got beaned right between the eyes with a beer can while
performing
after a Nascar event.

Whenever something like this happens I feel that karma has shifted back in my direction.

And any time a beer is thrown at someone who requests it I'm reminded of one of my all-time favorite movies. And no, it's not just because I got my picture taken with the hot brunette while at the Playboy Mansion, though that helps.

It's not how far you go, it's how go you far.

4 comments:

StB said...

Boss threw you under a bus eh? You work for Obama?

Joaquin "The Rooster" Ochoa said...

I love it when StB tries to be funny but he misses. Wiff! In other news, kiss ass...how far did you stick that nose up her ass?

The Bracelet said...

As far as was necessary, Rooster.

This is the main difference between the Bracelet and the Rooster. The Bracelet knows when to lay it on thick and when to back off. The Rooster is on the attack at all times.

Two different styles, both with their pros and cons.

Drizztdj said...

Must. Buy. Ski. School.