John’s locker

Okay, those who have been following the saga of my life (all two of you)  know I don’t hold my boss (Benny) in high regard.  In fact, calling him a slug would be an insult to slugs everywhere. Due to circumstances (some beyond my control, some not) I probably won’t be working for this ambulatory turd with eyes for much longer.  He is so spineless that he could give himself a blowjob from behind.  He is a weasel.

What, you may ask, (yup, I give you permission), has sparked this incensed rant?  Simply this:

This afternoon I walked into the big boss’s office because my boss was there and I wanted to brief them both on the progress I had made on converting the office copiers into network printer/scanners so that we wouldn’t have to spend bucks to buy those rinky dink desktop models.  It wasn’t a big deal, except that one of my coworkers and I had to haul category 6 cable through the overhead (fiberglass dust and high temperatures- it was about 105 in the overhead), including all the penetrations.  Not a contractor… me and one of my coworkers.  It’s not our JOB but we did it at no cost because we knew how and we could get it done faster.

So I walk in to the big Kahuna’s office and say “Benny, just an FYI- the printer/scanner/copiers should be online tomorrow.  I’m just waiting on the network administrator to recognize the device and configure it for scanning across the network.” 

The Big Kahuna looks at Benny and says “I thought that was your job?”
Benny replies “I did it.”
My response (unsuccessfully couched as humor) “Well, since YOU did it, Benny, what say I go back up in the overhead and DE-install the cable that Tom and I hauled.  I’ll also tell Xerox and the IT folks to go fuck themselves and go away because ‘You did it.’”

Benny’s response? “Well, where the rubber meets the road Jim and Tom actually did the work, but I did it.”

Where the rubber meets the fucking road?  Excuse me?  This boob couldn’t spell TCP/IP let alone know what it means.  He wouldn’t know Category 6 wiring from chicken wire and even though I’m nowhere NEAR being MS certified on this stuff- I’m a fucking nuclear engineer compared to Benny.

His whole contribution to this process was to ask “can that be done?”   That’s it, finito.

And here’s the real deal- it didn’t cost my boss a dime.  Not one centavo because I know people who did me favors (like getting me the Cat 6 cable for nothing.) 

Was I expecting a CMH?  No, but saying fucking thank you would have been nice.  Instead this testicularly deprived, chickenshit, ambulatory turd is taking credit.  You have no idea how badly I wanted to beat him bloody.

More when I calm down.