January 05, 2006

Just not my truck.

I am the most reviled man at work right now. Due to some changes in goals, I’ve had to implement some new procedures and policies that are very unpopular. Mainly because it makes the employees take accountability of their own items and doesn’t give them much of a time frame to get it done in. Unfortunately, the time frame issue is not something I can do anything about. New corporate guidelines dictate what the time frames have to be.

What really makes me laugh about the whole thing is that I’m being single-handedly blamed for these new procedures and policies. What isn’t realized is that I was just a part of the brain trust that came up with them. They are more stringent then I had originally thought they would be because of others that where in on the decision. Since it was “super happy fun” bad news that would get the troops up in arms, and it directly had to do with my job, it was decided I got to be the one to send out the notice. It seems to be that way with my job, if there is good news someone else gets to send it out, if it’s bad news I get to be the messenger.

This doesn’t bother me, except I drove my truck to work today. I’m afraid someone is going to key it, slash the tires or even worse… piss on the tailpipe! Maybe I should buy just a cheap POS to drive until things cool down. That way if anything is done to it, I won’t care.

Posted by Contagion in Tales from the Work Place at January 5, 2006 12:51 PM | TrackBack

They'll get over it, Eventually.
Just don't go driving down any steep hills.

Posted by: phin at January 5, 2006 01:14 PM

So I take it you got away from the chihuahuas in one piece!

Posted by: oddybobo at January 5, 2006 01:34 PM

That is why I don't buy expensive cars... that and stupid stuff like running into the gate last night. Sigh.

Posted by: vw bug at January 5, 2006 01:48 PM