A very true line. Yes, built on three little letters that make one horrible word. There has to be nothing more upsetting then having to say yes when placed into a difficult place. When there something to do but you know you don’t want to do it, or even if you didn’t know there was something to do. But when your boss comes at you and tells you something …
I always know what I’m going to say …
I’m going to say the same thing a man with two penises says when his tailor asks him if he dresses right or left. Yes.
Now I’m I a Yes Man, I would call myself a yes man. But we know that look are boss gives us. We all know the endgame. As if there was no other way around it. No is never the word you give your boss. But …
Fuck I really hate my boss. And my bosses, boss. I don’t many people can compare the feeling I have towards my bosses. I don’t wish them no harm, just a glimpse of reality. In which case that could case them some plain. And I’m ok with that.
Nothing like sitting them down and just giving them a piece of your mind. Hell not even a piece but all of it. And then after all the yelling and negotiation, then there’s the best gift yet … a boot out the door. With a Thank You sign under it. You may walk to your car, it could be towed or not.
Wouldn’t that be something? Walk to your car after you get fired, and find it towed. I’d lash the fuckers tires, all four of them just to make sure that fucker won’t try to drive away in three tires.
And you know what, if it wasn’t for that economy boom this whole take advantage of our employee would never happen. I mean sometimes I feel like a sixteen year old girl.
Yes sir no problem.
Yes sir my mistake.
Yes sir without a doubt it’s my fault that, that guest is upset because you asked for too much money on his credit card.
My fault of someone else mistake. But of course. There’s nothing like taking heat from your boss when they do so mistakes. After all it’s
Do as I say, Not as I do.
Unbelievable. Come on, and one of the best parts. Like this is when you know things have gone to total shit. You go down to your Human Resources and try to make something happen to help you, and it gets completely ignored.
The only reason someone would go to there Human Resources is to get help. Since when does Human Resources work for the Hotel and not the employees? I mean that’s time out of your day to get things done, and it gets blown over.
When I’m lying there in my death bed, the only everyone seems to ask for is for more time. And then I would think back to that horrible day I spent in Human Resources. And then I may even ask for death because nothing happened.
I see it …
Oh’ God please I’ve never really believed in you but if you’re out there just give me more time.
Then I have a quick flash of that time at Human Resources, on that fretful day. And then I ask for it …
Oh’ God please just take me, I can’t deal with this pain.
Then the next thing you know I live longer with that memory. Hell on Earth.
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