I want to bitch about my boss too. First off, I never see him. I work nights, he works day. There are four people that work this department and two of them are bosses (both of which I never see! ). Only the first shift operator do I see, so I have to hear about them through him. Which is annoying enough on its own.
Last night I goofed up and plugged a motor on a pump for one of my machines. I put my fat liquors in with a little bit of water and walked away, I came back thinking it was good to go (wasn't diluted enough and wisped) and didn't grasp that I had 30 lbs in there (we normally work with less than 20!), so it looked good to go from where I was standing. After realizing I plugged the motor I quickly re-weighed up the amount of fats needed, diluted, mixed and put them in the machine by hand. Day saved. Order wasn't ruined. Left a note for the boss about the machine plugging up. First shift operator explains what happened to maintenance and they bring it back to my boss, so NORMAL BOSS LOGIC DICTATES:
Oh. He did it once so he must be doing it all the time.
Fucking okay? GOOD ONE RANGER RICK. SEAL GOES OW OW OW. Man, can't a guy be human and forget to put in extra water, properly wisp it just ONCE in his life? Fuck you bosses everywhere.
I want to explain another story from my job about bosses being bosses. So, in the previous department I worked in there is this podium (well, a desk) and it's placement not only bothers me, but makes little sense. It's hugging this steel support beam. It gets in my way, I bump my knees and elbows on it all the time when I'm trying to work. Long story short I began moving it the fuck out of my way so I could work comfortably. First shift would come in "Why is the desk moved." It's making my life hell, I'll move it back before I clock out, as usual. "Oh okay."
Next time... "You moved the desk again." Yeah, it makes it harder to keep this order neat. I'll move 'r back. "Oh okay."
Next time... and mind you, I didn't even move the desk that night. I bumped into with my leg and fucking ZIP TIES shot everywhere (the leg was tied to the support beam). At that time I didn't think anything of it. Like, huh. Anyways, I didn't move the desk for a couple days out of fear of confronting stupid.
Next week... I move the desk and my shift's boss comes around the corner. "Did you move the desk?" Yeah, why, what's the problem? "Oh. Scott doesn't want you moving the desk anymore." Then it dawns on me... he put those zip ties there as a message. Like.........................
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
This is how bosses deal with problems now? Instead of confronting it head-on you do stupid shit like this? SORRY I OFFENDED THE DESK GOD, OH MIGHTY HARBINGER. I SHALT NOT MISPLACE OR TEMPORARILY MOVE A DESK AGAIN. PLEASE, I HAVE A DESK OF MY OWN. HAVE MERCY!