Acting managers
February 27, 2009 – 10:58 am by CathNow here’s a reason to stay under the duvet: acting managers. You get one of three things when faced with an acting manager. Either someone so gimpily feckless that they’re unable to punch straight holes or someone so besotted with his own accidental rise to seniority that they make Hitler look like a grieving widow. The third option is even worse. It’s the two cretinous beasts melded together like some lascivious, filthy, barn-dwelling, bell-faced chimera.
Jesus Christ, the latter is the scourge of humanity. I know because I used to work for one. A jumped up tit of a man who genuinely thought his rise to corporate fame was sealed by stepping into the shoes of a bloke who was having his hernia tinkered with.
You’ll know one just like him. He waltzes to management meetings like a guy on a promise at the Playboy mansion. His pustule-like ego makes him walk with stick up his arse. He even takes an unhealthy interest in your to-do list, pointing out the beedin’-obvious before pissing off back to his fleeting lair. Worse, he’s crap at it. And by crap I mean that his desperation to grease his way up the pole blinds him so completely that he looses every ounce of his corporate worth. He has the management prowess of a chimp and his staff meetings resemble the worst BBC comedy.
And to top it all off you have to witness this vile debacle knowing that you’d do a better job of it even if you were dangled by your knackers from the Blackpool Tower while seagulls pecked at your rectum.
Oh, just get back into bed, will you?
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