I just finished my third week at the new job, and boy, how different it’s been from the previous two! In very short: I hated it. And as you may or may not have guessed, that has something to do with R..
The big bad R. finally showed his true colours this week, and I think it’s safe to say he’s in my top 3 of “biggest assholes I’ve ever met”. Hell, he might even outgrow that category if he keeps going on like he does!
So, what did he do to deserve this not-so-honourable title? There’s a few main reasons:
#1. He’s been treating me like a two-year-old. And by that I don’t mean he’s been nice and caring like one might be towards a toddler. Nope, his demeanor is more of a “you don’t know sh*t, missy” kind of thing. And it’s not just that, but he apparently gets off on making people feel worthless. He’s the best, and you’re waaaaay down somewhere, being a nasty piece of nothingness. There’s one “positive” aspect on this one though; he doesn’t just do it to me, but even to people who’ve worked at the company for over 40 years (and thus longer than him). It’s not much of a consolation, but it helps me to not burst out in tears every time he has a fit of arrogance.
#2. He’s been falsely accusing me and one of my colleagues, V., of changing up item properties in the system. On Wednesday he just came into our office, telling us that we’d made a mistake. No big deal, we’re both pretty new so mistakes can happen, right? Upon his explanation of the mistake -we confirmed the arrival of a product with a product number that didn’t correspond with the number in the system- I was already getting pissed off. It’s the exact same thing, apart from the factory’s item number. Book it in, and get the f*ck over it!
But of course, being the over-elaborate godlike creature he thinks he is, he goes on and on and on about it, telling my colleague to look up the product in the system. When she typed in the item number, it turned out the properties were changed in an incorrect way. And that’s where the accusations start. “One of us two” had to have done it, because nobody else would, and not that many people have the authorization to do so. But guess what? Neither me nor V. know how that shit’s supposed to be changed in the first place! And he should know that, because he’s never taken the time to explain it to us in the first place. Obviously, he didn’t think of that because how could he ever be wrong, right?
At that time, I was busy putting paperwork away into a way-too-full ordner, and my hands were itching to pick it up and smack him with it. On the head. Multiple times. Instead, I smiled my sweetest smile, and simply said “You have the authorization to change properties as well, right?”. Which brings us to…
#3. He looked at me like he saw water burning, and said “You need to get your time slips signed, don’t you?”. These time slips are weekly overviews of my hours, which I have to get signed at the office, and send to the employment agency, else I don’t get my pay. He freakin’ threatened me! “Luckily, you’re not the one who has to sign them”, I said, and forced myself to keep smiling, but my blood was boiling, and I actually even picked up the ordner, weighing it in my hands. Decided to put it back in its place (which wasn’t up his ass, I guess).
Luckily for me (and for him as well, but not for V.), he left me alone after that and focussed on V. entirely. I don’t know what I would have done if he’d uttered another word to me, and I didn’t have to find out because he didn’t come close to me for the rest of that day. Still, I was beyond pissed off, and my day was ruined. I even considered not coming back the next day, but then again, that’s not an option for me now.
The next day I had cooled down somewhat, and ran into him in the mail room. He started to rant again, and at one point said something about people disliking him, raising four fingers which indicated the four “downstairs” chicks I’ve been hanging out with the whole time, as if they’re the reason I could feed him to the crocodiles. I smiled, and said “No, it’s just this”, and raised one finger, indicating him. Again, he threatened me in his subtle way, telling me I should watch out what I say and to whom I say it.
I’m not a hateful person by nature, but this man brings out the worst in me. Fortunately, a colleague of mine explained that W., the man I had my interview with and is in fact my boss, is waaay higher up in the hierarchy. However, I still don’t get why R.’s still there, since he’s nothing more than an accountant. Give me some accountancy lessons and I’ll be happy to replace! In the mean time, I’ll do my darnedest best not to walk away – it’s not my style.
Thanks for reading and commenting once again! Any ideas on how to get rid of this man are welcome, by the way ;)