So my new supervisor has been here a few days, and so far I’m thinking he won’t be too much of a problem. He knows enough to stay out of our way, and he’s already carved out an cubicle igloo for himself, leaving me to keep what is now formerly the supervisor’s desk, so I’m happy.

But there are little ripples here and there that might indicate the new guy could be, well… insane.

You know how when you meet some people things just click, and the conversation easily flows and ebbs? This wouldn’t be one of those times.

Not that he doesn’t mean well, it’s just that our conversations are so awkward they end up becoming something akin to watching a train wreck in slow motion. Weird. When he’s more mellow it’s a bit easier to engage in dialogue, yet the way his face involuntarily twitches makes me think I won’t be trading cooking recipes with him anytime soon.

His 3-4 hours of absence a day where the man is positively nowhere to be found makes me wonder about things though. Like maybe he’s running a drug operation, or hitting the local brothel for a few hours of hoochie coochies, or maybe at the OTB putting a few Gs down on Who’s-Your-Daddy to win it down the stretch.

His work ethic would also seem a bit… lacking. Just yesterday, as he walked out of his cubicle igloo he dropped his coffee. He picked up his cup and threw it not in our trash bin mind you, but in our shredding bin (what we use to dump “sensitive” documents that need to be shredded). After studying the pool of coffee that was now on the floor for a few seconds, he then pulled the shredding bin over it to hide the spill.

Self employment is starting to look better and better to me every day.

The Valentine demon found me hiding under the bed and gave me a virus, so I’ve been pretty much out of it for the last few days. I’m feeling a bit better now though, so I went to check my email and found this little jewel waiting for me, sent by some girl on PlentyofFish.com who was interested in my profile. I think.

i dont know how to take you… hopefully ure funny cause i think your hysterical…..

miss u……waiting for my savior….

MUCH…..later….

I think I’m gonna start deleting my dating profiles from these sites. I’m getting scared now.

I’ve seen some pretty messed up instructions on my tax forms, but this one took the cake:

If your child is presumed by law enforcement to have been kidnapped by someone who is not a family member, you may be able to take the child into account in determining your eligibility for child tax credit.

So I’ve gone half insane because my daughter has been abducted by a whack job and could now be lying dead in a ditch somewhere, but don’t worry, I can still claim a tax break from the government! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Who in the blue F*&# at the IRS writes this crap?

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.

The 13th of course marked the deadline when I needed to make my deposit to secure a spot in law school. The day before I spent several hours drawing up a schedule that would allow for a minimal change in everyone’s working hours, except for yours truly of course. No one saw a problem with it, so I left a copy of the diagram I put together along with my proposal, and left it for my boss to go over the next day. When I came in and inquired about it, he said quite simply:

“It’s not gonna work.”

“Uhhh, what do you mean? The hours you wanted covered will be covered.”

“It’s just not gonna work.”

Then he proceeded to do a complete about face from what he told me before, saying no change in the work schedule could be made at ALL. The only way I could work something out was if someone took my place and I moved to a day shift, which of course was impossible since nobody wanted my shift.

I couldn’t believe it. My boss had flat out lied to my face, the same man who slapped my back upon hearing I had been accepted to law school, and who happily told me he would do everything he could to help work out my schedule so I’d be able to attend classes. Now suddenly our schedule was set in stone, and there’s nothing he can do?

Bullsh**.

And I wasn’t the only one who smelled it either. Everyone was left scratching their heads wondering what was the problem with the schedule I proposed. I suspect my boss had been lying from the start, and then when I called him in on it, he covered it up with another lie. He was a right bastard from the very beginning.

My plans to attend law school had been scuttled once again, and this time it looks like it’ll be for good. I certainly wanted an answer, but not like this, and certainly not for no other reason than because my boss turned out to be a complete @$$hole.

Stunned by his betrayal, I settled into a melancholy mood and just went through the motions for the rest of the evening. But then a bad day suddenly got a whole lot worse.

A relative of mine also works the same job in a different department. He had a boss who could only be described as something akin to one of Dante’s infernal creatures. She was the biggest whacknut to ever grace our fine workforce, and things had gotten so out of hand in her tormenting and harassing my relative that she was finally transferred out…. to a division close to mine, of course. She picked today, of ALL days, to show up out of the blue in my section, and then settle into my boss’s desk for who knows why. My guess was that she was waiting to meet with someone (I’m guessing a lawyer or a union rep). I was working by myself now, and being in close proximity to her with no other witnesses around was at best…. ill-advised. This was after all a woman who followed employees into the men’s bathroom and scream at them at the top of her lungs because they forgot to sign in again after finishing their lunch hour.

I did the only thing I could think of to do at that time. I took my meal break and got the hell outta there. I really wasn’t supposed to leave my section unoccupied, but I had little choice. I figured after an hour she would be long gone and I could have the area to myself again.

Nope. I came back and almost jumped 20 feet in the air when I saw she had now taken up space right next to my desk, evidently going over some papers in preparation for her “meeting.” Once again I was all alone with her, and my shift wouldn’t end for another 90 minutes.

So I left.

She was presently having a conversation with someone, so I took the opportunity to lock up everything, get my coat and backpack, and promptly left the building. Tomorrow I’ll have to gear up for a confrontation over having left work early, but I’ll be ready for it. I am DONE with these asses and the cowardly powers that be that continue to let them run amuck. Enough is enough.