Sweet sparkly Jesus, what a morning I had. In case you’re new here, let me give you some background that is relevant to the forthcoming post: I am unemployed (through no fault of my own) and having a difficult time landing a new job. This town is tough.
There are some very special people in this world and I had to interact with one of them today. This individual is someone I used to work with and who has not ever, at any time, been my superior in any way. Except in his head of course. He had a chance to help me perhaps find a job where he now works and he decided to not only not do that, but to then, when the opportunity fell into his lap this morning, try in his not-very-subtle way to humiliate me since I am currently unemployed and he is not. You understand, of course, that this somehow is because of his incredible superiority.
He ran into me in the hallway and deployed the old “I can’t quite remember your name” trick that is designed, I assume, to humiliate the recipient but really only succeeds in making the person doing it look like an ass or dumb or both. As he has been doing this to me for several years now, I can only assume he is genuinely stupid (I believe the technical term is “dumb as a sack of hammers”). He then decided to get folksy and patronizing with me and spend as much time as possible with me while I waited to meet with someone else. During that time, he:
- Was generally patronizing and condescending. It must be like breathing for him.
- Explained to me why I was simply not qualified to do any of the work his division does.
- Mentioned several times that my resume had been sent to the ENTIRE organization and asked me if I’d heard from anyone (I assume this is the deployment of another humiliation tactic that is supposed to tell me that I am a loser and no one wants me? You tell me.).
- Told me he didn’t really know what I did when we both worked together and asked me dumb-ass questions about that job that were insulting and telegraphed a further degree of ignorance that was impressive.
- Say indirectly ignorant and insulting things about my former employer.
While it was infuriating because it was such a waste of time, it did not have the effect he hoped for. And that he was so gleeful to have this opportunity to kick me was one of the most pathetic things I have ever seen in my life. He didn’t humiliate me. How could he? What he did do is make himself look really bad. As to his motivations, I think they’re summed up best by viewing him as a very sad, small-minded, immature, unprofessional, pathetic, and maladjusted man with a need to step on others to make himself feel better. We’ve never had an altercation so his malice is simply not my problem. I don’t deserve it and an appalled that he thinks this is acceptable or professional or necessary.
I’ve decided that the purpose that people like him serve is to make the rest of us thank [inset preferred deity here] that we are not him.
Comments (21)
What a fucking ass hat! Years ago I had a client like that. She used to go out of her way to pretend that she couldn’t remember my name. She also strongly recommended that I dress in St. John Knits if I wanted to be taken seriously. Taken seriously as a bitch that spent way too much on ugly clothes? Thank you, no. After a while it became hysterical to all of us that she would work so hard to impress me, and then claim she couldn’t remember my name.
Sorry you had to waste any of your breath in the same room as that guy. And his dick is probably really tiny. Or malformed in some circus freak way that frightens anyone who sees it.
carlarey: St. John knits. Heh. Jess, who comments here sometimes, and I used to work with a woman who pulled jess aside and explained to her that she (jess) needed to wear 14 undergarments like this woman did. Jess is a perfectly classy and professional dresser (even without wearing any St, John knits in her wardrobe!).
This woman wore, I believe, all of the following at the same time: panties, bra, chemise, slip, girdle, hose.
For the record, I walked by this woman’s office one evening and she was siting on her desk with one foot in her chair, the other propped on a desk drawer handle, talking on the phone she was holding in one hand, and scratching her crotch with the other hand. Guess all that stuff chafes.
But the worst thing about him (which I remember from once having the honor of working with him) is that he will play the Jesus card on people five minutes after meeting them. As in “I have a personal relationship with Jesus; do you?” Part of his superiority complex, I guess. As usual, those waving the Christian flag the hardest are the most petty, judgemental, small minded, souless fucks around.
Cupckae: Amen!
What epic ass-hattitude! What a waste of protoplasm! What a schmuck! And… dickwad. And… repugnant excuse for a hominid! What a human stain!
(need… more… expletives….)
I would totally kick his ass for you.
snarl
… oh and also, re: the fem-bot whom you caught in the act of crotch-scratching… I once had the pleasure of walking into my supervisor’s cubicle while he was picking his nose.
St. John knits… Jesus wept! The urchin has bought himself some really vicious karma and the Sacred Hammer of Retribution is being polished. Youth and skill (if he had any) are no match for old age and treachery.
Let the games begin!
V: Yes, he is all those things. Re your former supervisor: heh.
Ogre: The Sacred Hammer of Retribution? AWESOME.
“St. John knits… Jesus wept!” HAHAHAHAHAHA!
I suppose we’ve all had run-ins with our own version of Mr. Shit-for-brains, but Good Lord, this small little man takes the cake. King of the fucktards, he is.
Please tell me he hasn’t reproduced.
CJ: “King of the fucktards” is the funniest title I’ve heard in some time. :D
He has reproduced.
Cool. Great. Terrific.
CJ: My sentiments exactly.
My rule has been to never believe someone who tells you how religious, unprejudiced, or fair they are. They work very hard to prove themselves wrong.
Dad: Yep.
This woman wore, I believe, all of the following at the same time: panties, bra, chemise, slip, girdle, hose.
But… but… if you don’t wear enough foundation garments, all your nakey might spill out! Into the office! Imagine!
Else: Indeed it will. I think you will not be surprised to hear that she was simultaneously trying to keep it all in and let it all hang out at every deeply inappropriate available opportunity.
Check out your Dad with the sagely advice! ‘They work very hard to prove themselves wrong.’ Ain’t that the truth.
He seems like quite the keeper. (Your dad, I mean. Not that other guy.)
Tom is the lead sage in Meadows of Dan. This guy must be dumb as the underside of a rock, otherwise he wouldn’t have survived the JAG icy glare of disdain.
It could be that he’s actually deeply insecure and misunderstood.
Or maybe you’re right and he’s just a wankstain.
Chiming in late, but I know who this is, don’t I? I suspected a certain person, but when Cupcake mentioned the deck of Jesus cards, I knew.
Asshat.
And, Victoria? My current boss constantly picks his nose. CONSTANTLY. We think it’s because his 70′s porn star mustache tickles his nostrils. Nice.
I could never have said what I feel better than Cupcake already has said it!!
That Bastard! (insert the deity of HIS mind here) will get him!!