Hello human resource practitioners and fans! I've decided that I need a way to vent. A way to share stories. Hence the name of the blog! I'm an HR manager at a manufacturing company (where you'll see a bulk of these stories based). The stories and experience are starting to get to me, and I need to vent... to go off... to weigh in... to record... to tell stories. It's going to be the truth. The stories. The thoughts. The weigh ins. Come, join my insanity!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
I don't know why I'm on the polite kick, but...
At a previous job, a boss I had would stand at my cube opening/non-wall (directly behind me) and wait for me to notice he was there.Usually, that took about a minute.Any longer than that and the boss started breathing hard through his nose (with a nose whistle, did I mention he has a long mustache that fluttered when he breathed? It's more ridiculous that way, but still true, and funny. Let just move on.) to let me know he was there. I finally took this as an insult that this person couldn’t take the time to figure out my name, or have the human decency to do the fake-knock, or say, "Hey VHRG."So the next time it happened, I let the boss stand there breathing hard.
Why?
Because the guy couldn’t call bring himself to call me by name. Anyway, I wanted to let him stand there and see breathe hard waiting for me to notice. Ten minutes later, I finally turned around. The guy looked like he was about the hyperventilate.
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