Everyone working downstairs with me has brought two things to my attention. First, they are glad I'm escaping, because they think how my bosses treat me is bullshit. The second thing they noticed is the apparent spring in my step. I'm actually going around, whistling music from Bonanza Bros. It's a perky, jazzy score (sounds better on a keyboard set to vibraphone, but whatever). And I'm throwing around bad jokes again....
Coworker that I helped: You the man, Pete.
Me: Don't tell my husband.
Word has come down that the manager feels that my replacement is going to be just fine. He's going to do all my duties in addition to his usual ones.
Before I go any further, I want to point out that this guy is an opportunist. My office mate told him he was tying her up by not bringing reports she needed until they were a week late. He filed a report for hostile work environment and racial discrimination (I was interviewed about what she might have said to him). Didn't stick, but just barely, and she's been fuming ever since. So I helped. See, revenge is an art that most people don't get. This guy showed up one day in a sweater that looked like he mugged Potsy from Happy Days. I mentioned casually to someone on the shipping dock (no one save for his buddies, the supervisor and manager of the department, likes him and had nothing but problems with him passing off work to them and blaming them for his mistakes) that he looked like Carlton from The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air. It has been spreading like kudzu from the warehouse to the office. No one really knows where the comparison came from, and he's noticing people look at him odd when he wears a sweater. Refinement. It separates the pros from the wannabe's.
So, today, I run into Carlton at the coffee machine as I'm making my tea. He has that look in his eyes, the look of the damned. He used to be anxious to tell me how to do my job and how easy I have it compared to him. Now that he's going to have to shit or get off the pot, he's not so happy anymore.
Apparently, the manager feels that he's going to do fine because, if I would just take the shortcuts she suggests (the ones where things get missed and I get blamed even though it was her idea), none of this would be necessary. Someone's in for a very rude awakening.
The people downstairs are already taking bets for how long before I'm asked to come back. I don't see it happening, since that would be the manager and supervisor admitting they were wrong. But if they do, I'm gonna laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh....