Oh Dear. Sammie's stepped in shit. He is way past schedule and racking up fines.
I ain't taking a bite out of my shit sandwich.Early on, I noticed that every where I worked there was at least one obnoxious and completely illogical loon that vaults themselves into a position of limited authority, and lords this authority over every one around them. They can be found standing just behind the real mover and shaker and whispering into his ear. I am adept at not drawing untoward attention to myself.
You guys do it.
You guys do it.
Woe unto you that gets in their way.
I find their shameless pandering to the powers that be only slightly less nauseating than their universal trait of being the most lying tattle tale snitches known to man. If there is nothing to rat their nemesis out about, they will make something up.
Snitches get stitches.
But the stakes are both too low and too high. To fuck with them is to be immediately terminated. And the snitching they do is so low caliber that it is more annoying than anything else. It seems that defending yourself against a lie is petty, but the person telling the lie is okey dokey.
Snitch by manufactured snitch, they erode your standing to management. The people you actually work with know you are competent and knowledgeable. And the end product of your work is acceptable. But management seems to hang on every word out of the mouth of the lunatic.
And their every word is a dismissal of you. Even though it flies in the face of the reality. The narc has them dancing to some tune only they can hear.
This is the rank and file face of NPD.
These guys need to be exterminated.
Like it's not enough to have been raised by one of these loons. But I always seem to find one of these ass holes every where I go and these ass wipes spend more time dogging others than actually doing their job.
I have wondered what would happen if two of these shit stains were in proximity, and how this would effect the balance of the universe.
Now I know.
The past few months has been a learning experience. I only wish I could tell you it was enjoyable.
Both the owner of where I worked, and the foremen of a completely different crew are as NPD as I have seen.
I will give you the test for job site NPD.
First tell the ass kisser that this Rorschach is an abstract that his favorite ass kissee created.
1) This is art work done by your supervisor. What do you see?
This might be the answer: I think this is gorgeous. The artist uses abstract style to create an image of unbounded beauty. His use of shade and light create a tapestry of texture with a flare unlike any other.
Then lock him in garage with a running car, but only long enough to extinguish his short term memory. Tell him the Rorschach is something you created.
2) This was art work was created by the guy down the hall that intimidates you because he has a college degree and you can't count past 20 without being arrested for indecent exposure. What do you see?
If the answer is: Looks like he spilled ink on a piece of paper and folded it in half and closed it in a book.
You might have an NPD on your hands.
Sorry to break it to you. If you didn't get the humor in the above, lame as it may be, you are a dick with ears.
I was racking my brain to come up with the dynamic between these two guys. I just didn't get how two men locked into such rigid personality disorders could dovetail so nicely. I was walking home from the store last night and my neighbors Tom-Cat was furiously humping one of our Tom-Cats and it suddenly made sense. These guys have to be.......OK let me show you.
Sammi's crew has almost finished their latest project. And there is nothing to follow up with. So his guys need work. Since Sammi says I am the boob. Goo goo ga joob, my guys are being badgered out to make room for him and his guys. I jumped the gun and told them to fuck themselves. It was coming in a couple of weeks anyway. I don't need the aggravation.
If I can't do better than working for that rat shop, I might as well hang myself with a guitar string.