Two of the many bosses that I seem to have acquired recently; today.
They were in the slightly difficult position of wanting to tear me into strips but knowing that I had enough nous to make such ardent behaviour look suspect. So we had a slightly testy, 'here to help but you need to wake your ideas up...' conversation.
I fail to see the point of these little chats — I'll do what I do. There is a problem, me of course but also with what is expected of me. They seem to imagine that I share some common concept of what 'success' means. What they don't ask themselves it what I might be getting out of it. There's a pattern: they make decisions, I do the grunt work.
When you call someone a manager they are tempted to manage. And, all too often, such people are the very worst persons to dispense the 'wisdom'. They have a fixed idea about what is needed and everyone's role in said process. They are often megalomaniacs with a skewed version of reality pounding in their heads.
They are often stupider than stupid. In the meeting, for instance, I was told that my computer was being watched. That's a pretty stupid thing to tell me [I knew it anyway], of all the people in this building who might get round that...I might actually do terrible things, if I had a mind to. I won't, but it was annoying that I was being spied on in a way that no other member of staff would be rankles my programmer's heart.
I wonder, in my mind, what all this is for, this life, the being alive stuff... But then I find my form of madness rampant in the world and I say, 'hey, I suppose it works'.
