11/15/2004
The Man’s Trying To Get Me
Filed under: Corporate Whore— damien @ 11:13 am
It’s official now. My manager doesn’t want me around – and for the life of me, I can’t understand why. I mean, my performance is up to standard – the numbers don’t lie. My customer service scores are excellent despite the handful of people that I’ve had to clown. What could be the reason for the hatred?
That’s right – I’m a dick.
I’m not a yes man.
I actually know more about banking and investments than my manager.
I constantly challenge him on sensitive issues.
I do things that actually make sense, contrary to many of ________ Bank’s policies.
That’s why he wants me out. I’m not one of those cookie-cutter motherfuckers that they expected me to be. I keeps it real.
September marked the end of the 3rd quarter. During the first week of October, my manager informs the rest of us that we’ll be receiving our 3rd quarter reviews that week. We’re now in the third week of November, and I’m still the only one who hasn’t gotten his review. I didn’t say shit about it… I just let it ride.
So today he tells m that he’s finally ready to do my review. He seems to have “forgotten about it” and “apologizes”. Whatever, bitch. So we’re doing the review, and he going on and on about how the branch in general stunk it up during the 3rd quarter, primarily because we spent much of it in transition from the old building. On top of that, the folks upstairs will be watching us closely during the 4th quarter because we have some catching up to do, despite still treading water during tumultuous times. So he gives me this 20 minute speech about needing to use every moment available to make sure we hit our numbers. Then he tells me that I’ll be spending the next few days in another branch, which will set me back a few days.
Strike one.
So he’s basically telling me that he’s gonna set me back a few days even though we’re supposed to chomp the bit. Bitch…
We move past that, and he brings up the “fajitas for 8” situation from a month ago. Mind you, he’s spoken to everybody in the branch except me about the incident except the person who came out of pocket for it. Bitch. He asked me what happened. I explained: as a group we decided that 4 fajitas would not be enough, so we agreed AS A GROUP to handle up on 8. He verified that my story was in line with everybody else’s. But he also felt like the charge was unjustified, so he tells me that he’s only going to authorize the reimbursement of about 75% of it. My ass! Furthermore, I have to go to the other people involved and ask them to make up the difference. That’s fucked up, right?
Rewind one week….
After waiting for about 3 weeks for my expense reimbursement, I placed a call to the payroll department. They informed me that although my manager had pre-approved the expense, it was in limbo because he hadn’t sent in the receipt. In my infinite wisdom, I had gotten a duplicate copy of the receipt on the day of the purchase and kept it with me the whole time. I just figured that I would take the initiative to send in my copy, since my manager had apparently forgotten.
Back to the present…
I wasn’t sweating the fact that my manager tried to shit on me. I was annoyed by the fact that he was acting like a pussy, but I still knew that I had that ace up my sleeve. When I got home today, the check for the full amount was in my mailbox.
Bitch…. You can’t see me.
Strike two.
I’m waiting for strike three. If that motherfucker tries any more funny shit, I’m pulling his card. The time for games is over.
I have officially declared war on ________ Bank.
Bitches.
The Man’s Trying To Get Me
Filed under: Corporate Whore— damien @ 11:13 am
It’s official now. My manager doesn’t want me around – and for the life of me, I can’t understand why. I mean, my performance is up to standard – the numbers don’t lie. My customer service scores are excellent despite the handful of people that I’ve had to clown. What could be the reason for the hatred?
That’s right – I’m a dick.
I’m not a yes man.
I actually know more about banking and investments than my manager.
I constantly challenge him on sensitive issues.
I do things that actually make sense, contrary to many of ________ Bank’s policies.
That’s why he wants me out. I’m not one of those cookie-cutter motherfuckers that they expected me to be. I keeps it real.
September marked the end of the 3rd quarter. During the first week of October, my manager informs the rest of us that we’ll be receiving our 3rd quarter reviews that week. We’re now in the third week of November, and I’m still the only one who hasn’t gotten his review. I didn’t say shit about it… I just let it ride.
So today he tells m that he’s finally ready to do my review. He seems to have “forgotten about it” and “apologizes”. Whatever, bitch. So we’re doing the review, and he going on and on about how the branch in general stunk it up during the 3rd quarter, primarily because we spent much of it in transition from the old building. On top of that, the folks upstairs will be watching us closely during the 4th quarter because we have some catching up to do, despite still treading water during tumultuous times. So he gives me this 20 minute speech about needing to use every moment available to make sure we hit our numbers. Then he tells me that I’ll be spending the next few days in another branch, which will set me back a few days.
Strike one.
So he’s basically telling me that he’s gonna set me back a few days even though we’re supposed to chomp the bit. Bitch…
We move past that, and he brings up the “fajitas for 8” situation from a month ago. Mind you, he’s spoken to everybody in the branch except me about the incident except the person who came out of pocket for it. Bitch. He asked me what happened. I explained: as a group we decided that 4 fajitas would not be enough, so we agreed AS A GROUP to handle up on 8. He verified that my story was in line with everybody else’s. But he also felt like the charge was unjustified, so he tells me that he’s only going to authorize the reimbursement of about 75% of it. My ass! Furthermore, I have to go to the other people involved and ask them to make up the difference. That’s fucked up, right?
Rewind one week….
After waiting for about 3 weeks for my expense reimbursement, I placed a call to the payroll department. They informed me that although my manager had pre-approved the expense, it was in limbo because he hadn’t sent in the receipt. In my infinite wisdom, I had gotten a duplicate copy of the receipt on the day of the purchase and kept it with me the whole time. I just figured that I would take the initiative to send in my copy, since my manager had apparently forgotten.
Back to the present…
I wasn’t sweating the fact that my manager tried to shit on me. I was annoyed by the fact that he was acting like a pussy, but I still knew that I had that ace up my sleeve. When I got home today, the check for the full amount was in my mailbox.
Bitch…. You can’t see me.
Strike two.
I’m waiting for strike three. If that motherfucker tries any more funny shit, I’m pulling his card. The time for games is over.
I have officially declared war on ________ Bank.
Bitches.
