There are times at work when I’m tempted to walk to someone’s desk, punch him in the throat, and then walk away.
This is one of those moments.
I landed in this high fallutin executive job awhile ago. In an ideal world people are supposed to do what I tell them. In the real world they stare blankly and drool on their desks. I’m not asking for someone to build a rocket that can go to Mars or for them to develop a cure to male pattern baldness. All I need is one lousy stinking report so that it can be sent to my uppity douche of a client.
Instead I get a series of inane questions and a request for a meeting. Great. Another pointless meeting. Just what the world needs now.
Here’s the agenda I’ll propose.
- Stop being a douche bag (owner: asshole requesting the meeting)
- Clarity on why you’re a douche bag (owner: me, 15 minutes)
- Do as you’re told (owner: asshole requesting the meeting)
I have to practice controlling my eyes from rolling without giving myself a massive headache. Michael Phelps trained his entire life to became an zillion time gold medal olympian, if he can do it, then I’m pretty sure I can train myself to not roll my eyes. Wish me luck.