I Hate Crazy People

Lincoln Adams | September 13, 2007 @ 3:12 pm

I have this supervisor right, and I swear I don’t know whether this guy is coming or going. Yesterday I’m coughing and he asks me if I’m ok. Today I say hello to him and he ignores me. One minute he’s as friendly as Mickey Mouse. The next minute you get treated like you just shot his mother. You never know where you stand with him from one minute to the next, so a lot of us here have to walk on eggshells when it comes to dealings with him.

I can’t STAND people like that. I mean, if you’re gonna be a whack job, then at least show some consistency here. This bipolar crap gets old fast, and it’s really beginning to frost my cookies.

I think I’ll go see where his car is parked and let the air out of the tires. :D


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2 Responses to “I Hate Crazy People”

lordmanilastone wrote a comment on September 13, 2007 @ 09:28:pm
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Ditto! The first boss I ever had was hard to comprehend. At times she would voluntarily smile at you though sometimes you get the feeling of a dog smirking at you. At other times, you smile at her and she acts as if you don’t exist. Later, I just realized that she had the same mood with my splinter aunt. (LOL) Keep your cool, for as long as you want to keep your job, try to get by and cope with it. It sucks, you can always look for another job and a different boss but you can’t get away with it. People are people. Nice writing and post here.

Lincoln Adams wrote a comment on September 13, 2007 @ 09:40:pm
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Thanks, it’s actually part of why I’m trying to give blogging a serious try. Maybe I’ll be able to earn a living this way, and pad my income via other hobbies (like photography). Guess time will tell. :wideeyed:

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