My
area manager rolled up for an on-site catch-up today, sporting a suit that made
him look like a comedian from the 70s and driving a car that cost more than the
combined annual wages of my workforce.
Something
is very wrong in the way company finances are distributed amongst its
employees, I feel.
Anyway,
we had the usual mind-numbing discussions. Four hours of a narcissistic
egomaniac spouting ‘management-speak’ as if his brain would explode if he
uttered less than 150 words per minute. A pointless ‘walkabout’ during which he
waved his arms elaborately as if we were being filmed from afar and he wanted
to look expressive. A ‘meet the troops’ lunch in the canteen where he spoke
loudly about being ‘just one of the team’ while eating using cutlery he had brought
with him.
He
is, to be fair, a dick. A proper educated-to-within-an-inch-of-his-inheritance
dick with countless hours in the boardroom but scant seconds on the shop floor
who spouts trendy corporate buzzwords without having the faintest understanding
of what it’s like to be a worker.
I’m
so glad my ambitions never involved being someone like him. I may not earn as
much, but at least I have people working under me who seem to like me, and I’m
not over-inflated by my own self-importance to the point of internal explosion.
He
left just after 3pm and I nearly collapsed with exhaustion.
RC 5-4-18
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