I was blessed for a long time in that I loved just about everyone I worked with, and the ones I didn’t love were still pleasant and/or tolerable.
We’ve expanded a ton. And there’s a whole new regime in town. Which, I was all about the Brady Bunch-ing of our family and the extended family.
But I look around anymore and there are fewer of “us” than “them.” And it really feels like I could replace the “than” in that sentence with “vs.”
I dared to say that to HR awhile back. Surprised to still have a job, since they’re “Team Them.”
Other than having two unpleasant types to deal with these days, I’ve been mostly unaffected.
That is, till I got texts over the weekend with some casualties I wasn’t expecting.
I don’t mean to talk out of school. And I certainly don’t mean to draw straight lines where there aren’t even dotted ones.
But … “us” is definitely shrinking under the new regime.
You can’t tell me it’s performance. You also can’t tell me it makes any sense to yeet that depth of institutional knowledge.
I might have sent up another flag at that point. Like, WTAF, man.
I mean, if I were in charge of the yeeting, I’d definitely have chosen much differently.
In any event, one of those doing the yeeting actually told me to stop talking on a call the other day.
In front of 11 subordinates.
I was already furious over the yeeting. So I decided to hang up rather than get myself yeeted.
I crush this person’s head on video calls all the time. Goddess, why are you pinching the air? I’ll never tell.
I’ve heard of leaving because you hate your boss.
But I survived Brad and Ed, so I can survive just about any boss. Jesus what a pair of passive-aggressive pussies.
In fact, I rather love my current boss. I ran right back to him rather than find a new job. And I’m glad he welcomed me.
I would absolutely die if he retired. Or if yeet-a-licious somehow got into his head about me.
I’d really die if this yeeting foo ascends above me. I can call them Mudder Su-PEER-ior for now. Let’s keep it that way, mmkay?