MSB's "client" - a company that has agreed to pay her to perform a service that she may or may not perform at some point - has invited her along on a trip. Because a group of them are going together, they have chartered a plane for the trip. A chartered flight of this length will cost at least $40K and probably more. The plane is scheduled to leave from near their office, in a city about an hour's plane flight from us. She accepts the invitation.
But then, instead of being a normal businessperson, she decides that since they have chartered a plane already, they should just fly down here to get her. Why should she have to fly to them? She makes this request. They respond with a resounding "no."
So she learned her lesson, right? Not right. They send her a menu of the food being offered for the flight and she tells them that she needs a special meal that is not on the menu. "I am sure they can make it," she tells them. They respond that no one is ordering items that are not on the menu.
This is one of the rare times that she has surprised me. This is a new low of not understanding the rules of business or polite society. My mind is, once again, boggled. Boggled.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Special Skill
MSB called the entire team in for a meeting the other day and explained to us the she has a "special skill" that none of us have and we are not supporting her special skill enough to satisfy her. This skill, according to her, is that she can call anyone in any company at any time and talk to that person. I will grant that she can do this for many companies.
The problem is that when you cannot effectively deal with people or cause them to enter into business transactions with you, these calls are fruitless. Especially when you, at least once per month, end up yelling at one of your potential clients on the phone and telling them that they are too stupid to understand the value you provide them (yes, this has really happened).
The jist of the meeting was the same as every other - that she could be so much more successful if only the rest of the team would help her more. Once you have run this meeting more than twice, you have failed either as a manager, a team member, or both.
The problem is that when you cannot effectively deal with people or cause them to enter into business transactions with you, these calls are fruitless. Especially when you, at least once per month, end up yelling at one of your potential clients on the phone and telling them that they are too stupid to understand the value you provide them (yes, this has really happened).
The jist of the meeting was the same as every other - that she could be so much more successful if only the rest of the team would help her more. Once you have run this meeting more than twice, you have failed either as a manager, a team member, or both.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
The Importance of Customer Service
MSB has bombarded us lately with "in this economy, customer service is more important than ever" messages, which make sense are are totally correct. Her execution is poor, however.
Her client calls at 10:55 am. She is paged for the phone call. She responds, "Wasn't that call scheduled for 11 am?" The answer is that, yes, the call is scheduled for 11 am on the calendar.
"Tell him to call me back in 5 minutes."
Tried and true, go-that-extra-mile customer service, folks!
Her client calls at 10:55 am. She is paged for the phone call. She responds, "Wasn't that call scheduled for 11 am?" The answer is that, yes, the call is scheduled for 11 am on the calendar.
"Tell him to call me back in 5 minutes."
Tried and true, go-that-extra-mile customer service, folks!
Brilliant Plan
MSB is pissed because she forgot an important detail about a client she was engaged with on a phone call. She has a terrible memory and puts the entire office through tremendous pain to try to minimize the negative effects of this deficiency. With this in mind, she concocted the Best Plan in the History of Plans.
"You guys need to remember things better! I never remember anything, so I need both of you to remember more. You always have done a good job of this, but I need you to do better!" Here is the plan - at once simple and extremely perplexing.
"Whenever you know something that you think you will not remember later, write it down on this white board." The order was greeted with complete silence - which she took to mean agreement with the Plan's greatness.
"You guys need to remember things better! I never remember anything, so I need both of you to remember more. You always have done a good job of this, but I need you to do better!" Here is the plan - at once simple and extremely perplexing.
"Whenever you know something that you think you will not remember later, write it down on this white board." The order was greeted with complete silence - which she took to mean agreement with the Plan's greatness.
It's Been Awhile
Sorry for the long break in between posts, but MSB has been making a concerted effort to be, well, less sociopathic. We could all tell that she was trying very hard not to freak out and be mean to everyone. She even apologized to everyone for "the way she acts sometimes" on the Rosh Hashanah holiday. . . as she has done each year that I have worked with her.
This self-absolution of responsibility for her bad acts seemed to free her up to misbehave and her weirdness rampled back up in the last 10 days or so, but she was clearly still trying to keep a lid on it. . . until the middle of last weeek.
This self-absolution of responsibility for her bad acts seemed to free her up to misbehave and her weirdness rampled back up in the last 10 days or so, but she was clearly still trying to keep a lid on it. . . until the middle of last weeek.
Friday, September 11, 2009
More Fun With Timeliness
MSB's Outlook calendar says she has a meeting in Beverly Hills at 4:30 pm - at least 30 minutes drive from our office, not to mention the time to get downstairs, get your car, and get on the road. At 4:03, she yells out to no one in particular, "I'm late! Gotta go! Gotta Go!"
At 4:10, she asks aloud, "Where is my bag? Has anybody seen my business cards [these are not actually business cards as they do not have her name or contact info on them - they are simply a card advertising a side business of hers]?" Of course this is the time to find these necessary items, when you are already 10 minutes late.
At 4:15 she tells her husband to go down and drive her car up to where the elevator comes down so that she can leave more quickly.
At 4:35, she yells once again, "Gotta go! Gotta go!"
She leaves the office at 4:40 saying "If anyone calls for me, I left at 4!"
At 4:10, she asks aloud, "Where is my bag? Has anybody seen my business cards [these are not actually business cards as they do not have her name or contact info on them - they are simply a card advertising a side business of hers]?" Of course this is the time to find these necessary items, when you are already 10 minutes late.
At 4:15 she tells her husband to go down and drive her car up to where the elevator comes down so that she can leave more quickly.
At 4:35, she yells once again, "Gotta go! Gotta go!"
She leaves the office at 4:40 saying "If anyone calls for me, I left at 4!"
The Fashion Police
About a year ago, I wore a brown dress shirt to work and MSB, upon seeing me, said "Isn't brown a kindergarten color?" I said I did not know - I still have no idea what that even means. That memory wa sin my head when I wore a brown casual shirt to work recently.
I was wearing jeans and the shirt when she walked by my office. She walked past, stopped and came back to exclaim "You look like a lumberjack!"
Weird, yes. But weirder still when you consider that at the time she was wearing blue Crocs, baggy blue "dress" pants (I use the term loosely because they are not appropriate for dressy occasions), and a lighter purple baggy shirt. I look like a lumberjack? You look like a full-size Barney impersonator!
I was wearing jeans and the shirt when she walked by my office. She walked past, stopped and came back to exclaim "You look like a lumberjack!"
Weird, yes. But weirder still when you consider that at the time she was wearing blue Crocs, baggy blue "dress" pants (I use the term loosely because they are not appropriate for dressy occasions), and a lighter purple baggy shirt. I look like a lumberjack? You look like a full-size Barney impersonator!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Another New Rule
I wrote previously about the common but totally random creation of new and comlicated rules at our office. Today came another one.
From now on, if MSB is on a phone call and someone else calls for her (we do not have voicemail or any automated way to take messages), we are supposed to write the caller's name, company, and message down on a piece of paper and walk it into her office so that she can look at it and decide whether or not to end her current call in favor of the new one. She wants this done for every call. "Even sales calls?" I asked. "Every call" is the answer. Ugh.
This means for such a call we are being told to collect the caller's name, company, email, phone number, and message. Write this down and walk it into her office. Walk back to our desk and send her an email containing all the collected information - but remember to delete our standard email signature on these messages because MSB finds it distracting. Yes, that process certainly makes sense IN AN OFFICE OF ONLY 5 PEOPLE.
Fucking shit, man.
From now on, if MSB is on a phone call and someone else calls for her (we do not have voicemail or any automated way to take messages), we are supposed to write the caller's name, company, and message down on a piece of paper and walk it into her office so that she can look at it and decide whether or not to end her current call in favor of the new one. She wants this done for every call. "Even sales calls?" I asked. "Every call" is the answer. Ugh.
This means for such a call we are being told to collect the caller's name, company, email, phone number, and message. Write this down and walk it into her office. Walk back to our desk and send her an email containing all the collected information - but remember to delete our standard email signature on these messages because MSB finds it distracting. Yes, that process certainly makes sense IN AN OFFICE OF ONLY 5 PEOPLE.
Fucking shit, man.
Strain
Now, the preceding stories probably don't seem all that bad on the whole. I am not being physically abused, I am not being called "mentally retarded" as was a friend of mine at abohter job this week.
All in all, though, dealing with a person like this takes its toll. Day after day, you wait and wonder when it will all come crashing down. When is she (MSB) going to finally push me just far enough that I can't deal anymore?
It is the unpredictability that is that grinds at you the most. Yesterday she ordered Paul to do something and he said he didn't think it was a good use of their time. She said "I am not asking you, I am telling you to do it." Two hours later as he still worked on the assignment she asked him what he was doing and he showed her.
"That's stupid. It's a waste of time. Don't spend your time on that."
As I said earlier, it's a race to the end for the two of us now. . .
All in all, though, dealing with a person like this takes its toll. Day after day, you wait and wonder when it will all come crashing down. When is she (MSB) going to finally push me just far enough that I can't deal anymore?
It is the unpredictability that is that grinds at you the most. Yesterday she ordered Paul to do something and he said he didn't think it was a good use of their time. She said "I am not asking you, I am telling you to do it." Two hours later as he still worked on the assignment she asked him what he was doing and he showed her.
"That's stupid. It's a waste of time. Don't spend your time on that."
As I said earlier, it's a race to the end for the two of us now. . .
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Imaginary Friends
This is one of the things that started me thinking there is an actual mental issue with MSB. She claims all the time to "know" people she considers important. Frequently she says these people are a "good friend" or "close friend" of hers. For example, if a client mentions Bank of America, she will say "Oh, I am really good friends with the CFO at Bank of America!"
The weird thing is that she tells us in the office the same thing - and we all know she is lying. Once she talked about the owner of a company who also happened to my friend's boss. She said that this guy "loved her" and that he had asked her several times when they could do a deal together. I asked my friend to ask his boss. His boss said he did not remember meeting her and has no memory of ever having heard of her.
She knew full well that my friend worked for this guy and still went ahead with the lie. I think she may actually believe her own fantasies.
The weird thing is that she tells us in the office the same thing - and we all know she is lying. Once she talked about the owner of a company who also happened to my friend's boss. She said that this guy "loved her" and that he had asked her several times when they could do a deal together. I asked my friend to ask his boss. His boss said he did not remember meeting her and has no memory of ever having heard of her.
She knew full well that my friend worked for this guy and still went ahead with the lie. I think she may actually believe her own fantasies.
Pay Checks
We only get paid once per month and the check is rarely on the first day of the month. Do you know how hard it is to plan your finances when you only get paid once per month and do not even know which day it will be?
Guess who is in charge of this process?
Guess who is in charge of this process?
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Miss American Pie
It's about 6 pm and she walks into her husband's office where a picture of the newly crowned Miss Universe is on the computer screen. "It's Miss America!" she exclaims. And then it starts. . .
She starts singing Don McLean's "American Pie,"
"A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile. . .
Through the first verse and chorus ("Bye, bye Miss American Pie, Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the leveee was dry"). Most of the second verse. Then another chorus. All loud enough for everyone in the office to hear.
No response from any other soul in the office. Then she just stops. As suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
She starts singing Don McLean's "American Pie,"
"A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile. . .
Through the first verse and chorus ("Bye, bye Miss American Pie, Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the leveee was dry"). Most of the second verse. Then another chorus. All loud enough for everyone in the office to hear.
No response from any other soul in the office. Then she just stops. As suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Almost Forgot
At the end of the meeting she asks, "So what should our cheer be?"
"What do you mean?"
"We should do a cheer, you know, like a sports team, like 'Go. . . something!' "
Not a word from anyone. Just staring. She drops the subject.
"What do you mean?"
"We should do a cheer, you know, like a sports team, like 'Go. . . something!' "
Not a word from anyone. Just staring. She drops the subject.
Late Friday Meeting
I sent my wife a text late in the afternoon saying that I felt a late meeting coming on. I was right. Ugh. 6:58 pm - "Can we have a quick update meeting with the whole team? I promise it won't take more than three minutes."
Actual meeting conversation:
"What have you been up to today?"
"Working on the updates for our website" is the reply.
"What website?" MSB asks.
"Our company website. The project we have been talking about for a few weeks now."
"Oh."
"We found a website designer guy who seems to be very good."
"At what?" she asks.
"At designing websites."
"Which website?"
Meeting ends at 7:17 pm. It feels good to accomplish so much.
Actual meeting conversation:
"What have you been up to today?"
"Working on the updates for our website" is the reply.
"What website?" MSB asks.
"Our company website. The project we have been talking about for a few weeks now."
"Oh."
"We found a website designer guy who seems to be very good."
"At what?" she asks.
"At designing websites."
"Which website?"
Meeting ends at 7:17 pm. It feels good to accomplish so much.
Like a Little Kid
Phone rings in the office and I answer. Caller is annoyed that someone from my office called him. I put him on hold to try to find the woman who called him. MSB is standing outside of my office yelling "Who's on the phone? Is it for me? Are they calling for me? Is it for me? Who is it?"
It's like a young child on a sugar rush just appeared in the office. So close to snapping. . .
It's like a young child on a sugar rush just appeared in the office. So close to snapping. . .
From a Fellow MSB Sufferer
This is a story sent in by a reader. . . my first reader-submitted content!
Okay so today I would like to speak about MSB and her no-friend-having ass mandating a work sports function. Several summers ago MSB in her infinite wisdom decided to invent an event of team building and fun. She decided that we as an office of 6 would go play beach volleyball after work.
She did not ask if anyone would like to participate in her new venture but more or less used her Boss status to make us appear. Allow me to set the mood: it would start with MSB saying "your coming to play today? Right?" and then i would start to say, "Well I gotta .... " and she would finish that sentence with "You gotta come play." Not wanting to upset the bipolar bear waiting to come out, I would succomb to the request.
As previously mentioned MSB has an issue with Time. It is her arch f***ing enemy. During the summer it stays light enough to be on the beach until 7:30p-8p before it is too dark to safely play volleyball. You would think that one might allow their "team" a chance to decompress from work then get together and play games. Maybe take off an hour early to go home, change clothes and get your game face on. Not MSB.
We would not leave the office unitl 6:30p sometimes 7 and then head to the beach with one hour to play if lucky. Now MSB is not the most athletically inclined. Remember the kids in grade school who always got picked last for sports? They would pick her last. She arrives to play on the beach in a long sleeve shirt, pajama pants and a hat that would make the women at the Kentucky Derby jealous. Her moves are not stealth. . . shit her moves are not moves. She would barely participate all the meanwhile making excuses at every opportunity as to why she could not help the team. So we would play until dusk and then MSB would suggest that we all go eat. At this opportunity I would say enough is enough and I need to leave. Let me tell you how bad I wanted to leave...One time the under ground tunnel to get to and from the beach was flooded, not New Orleans flooded but it was a good 2 feet deep cesspool of murky, algae-growin', green bubble-poppin', urine swirlin', dead bird soakin', funk . I sprinted through that tunnel faster than Usain Bolt just to escape the aura that is M(former)SB.
Okay so today I would like to speak about MSB and her no-friend-having ass mandating a work sports function. Several summers ago MSB in her infinite wisdom decided to invent an event of team building and fun. She decided that we as an office of 6 would go play beach volleyball after work.
She did not ask if anyone would like to participate in her new venture but more or less used her Boss status to make us appear. Allow me to set the mood: it would start with MSB saying "your coming to play today? Right?" and then i would start to say, "Well I gotta .... " and she would finish that sentence with "You gotta come play." Not wanting to upset the bipolar bear waiting to come out, I would succomb to the request.
As previously mentioned MSB has an issue with Time. It is her arch f***ing enemy. During the summer it stays light enough to be on the beach until 7:30p-8p before it is too dark to safely play volleyball. You would think that one might allow their "team" a chance to decompress from work then get together and play games. Maybe take off an hour early to go home, change clothes and get your game face on. Not MSB.
We would not leave the office unitl 6:30p sometimes 7 and then head to the beach with one hour to play if lucky. Now MSB is not the most athletically inclined. Remember the kids in grade school who always got picked last for sports? They would pick her last. She arrives to play on the beach in a long sleeve shirt, pajama pants and a hat that would make the women at the Kentucky Derby jealous. Her moves are not stealth. . . shit her moves are not moves. She would barely participate all the meanwhile making excuses at every opportunity as to why she could not help the team. So we would play until dusk and then MSB would suggest that we all go eat. At this opportunity I would say enough is enough and I need to leave. Let me tell you how bad I wanted to leave...One time the under ground tunnel to get to and from the beach was flooded, not New Orleans flooded but it was a good 2 feet deep cesspool of murky, algae-growin', green bubble-poppin', urine swirlin', dead bird soakin', funk . I sprinted through that tunnel faster than Usain Bolt just to escape the aura that is M(former)SB.
A Strange and Public Affection for Animal Abuse
As I mentioned previously when she recommended beating my cat to death with a baseball bat, MSB has some sort of violent hang-up about pets. At one of our wonderful Friday night meetings, the subject of pet food came up in regards to a business opportunity. MSB's husband advised that she should "ask Michael Vick what food he feeds his dogs." This took place right after Vick was released from prison recently.
This started her on a rant about how Vick had been unfairly criticized and focused on too harshly for doing "basically nothing." I couldn't take the preaching and answered, "He tortured and murdered animals."
Her answer, in front of every employee of her company at a company meeting: "And I'm supposed to feel bad about that?"
This started her on a rant about how Vick had been unfairly criticized and focused on too harshly for doing "basically nothing." I couldn't take the preaching and answered, "He tortured and murdered animals."
Her answer, in front of every employee of her company at a company meeting: "And I'm supposed to feel bad about that?"
Long Meetings
Every meeting she calls starts off with, "I promise this meeting will last no more than X minutes" and she fails every single time to meet the stated goal. 30 minutes turns into an hour and 15. Five minutes turns into 45 minutes. Every meeting turns into an exercise in paying just enough attention to stay awake.
Two consecutive Fridays, she called a company meeting after 5:30 pm. ON A FRIDAY. The second time this happened, I immediately said that I had to leave at 6:30 (to avoid a long meeting). The response was "This won't take more than 10 monutes."
I left the meeting at 6:40 pm.
Two consecutive Fridays, she called a company meeting after 5:30 pm. ON A FRIDAY. The second time this happened, I immediately said that I had to leave at 6:30 (to avoid a long meeting). The response was "This won't take more than 10 monutes."
I left the meeting at 6:40 pm.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Lateness
Yesterday MSB was out of the office visiting potential clients. At 4:10 pm, we got a call in the office from one of these prospective clients. She reported that she had been waiting since 3:30 for MSB to show up for a meeting and had not heard from her. 40 minutes late and not even a call. Unfortunately, this is common with her.
For whatever reason, she has absolutely no sense of time and no concern at all for being late - even when she knows others are waiting.
On Fridays, she routinely tells her 90-year old father to meet her at our office and then allows him to sit for up to and over a full hour while she "finishes up" at the office. He's 90 and asleep in the car while she chit-chats and watches YouTube!
The other day she announced to her minions, "I need to leave so I need your answers NOW!" at 2 pm. There was nothing on her calendar the rest of the afternoon and she never left for an appointment. The same day, she said goodbye to everyone at 6:40 pm, then did not leave the office. The she walked around and said goodbye to everyone at 7:05 pm but did not leave. She repeated the routine for the third and final time at 7:40 pm.
If she is late for an appointment, she will also forward her cell phone to our office so that others will have to deal with angry callers. She once had our receptionist tell her lunch appointment that she (MSB) was valet parking at the restaurant when she had not left our office to drive the 30 minutes to the restaurant! The person she was to meet called two more times before she finally arrived.
For whatever reason, she has absolutely no sense of time and no concern at all for being late - even when she knows others are waiting.
On Fridays, she routinely tells her 90-year old father to meet her at our office and then allows him to sit for up to and over a full hour while she "finishes up" at the office. He's 90 and asleep in the car while she chit-chats and watches YouTube!
The other day she announced to her minions, "I need to leave so I need your answers NOW!" at 2 pm. There was nothing on her calendar the rest of the afternoon and she never left for an appointment. The same day, she said goodbye to everyone at 6:40 pm, then did not leave the office. The she walked around and said goodbye to everyone at 7:05 pm but did not leave. She repeated the routine for the third and final time at 7:40 pm.
If she is late for an appointment, she will also forward her cell phone to our office so that others will have to deal with angry callers. She once had our receptionist tell her lunch appointment that she (MSB) was valet parking at the restaurant when she had not left our office to drive the 30 minutes to the restaurant! The person she was to meet called two more times before she finally arrived.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Dwindling Staff
In the past five workdays, two people have quit. We now have a bare-bones staff and no one to answer the phones.
Answering the phones here is so painful that I try to never do it. MSB requires that we ask each caller their name, company, phone number, email address and message. Every single call. "But what if we know you have already talked to this person before?" we asked. "How would you know that I have talked to him before you get that information?" she replied. So we are supposed to ask for all of this information.
Unless we're not supposed to. She heard the receptionist / intern asking these questions of a caller and yelled from her office, "DO NOT INTERROGATE CALLERS! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT!"
When we take a message on the phone, we have to send her (and only her) an email with a specifically formatted subject line containing first and last name, company, phone number and email address. Then in the body of the message all of this information must be repeated plus the time of the call and the message. Each message like this takes about three minutes from start of call to end of email message.
Then the other day she said that we are to remove our standard email signature block from these messages also. She says it is distracting to see a signature block at the end of the message. Guess who required that we all use the same signature block for all emails awhile back?
Next person to go will either be me or the other remaining male staff member. Not sure who I am betting on at this point. . .
Answering the phones here is so painful that I try to never do it. MSB requires that we ask each caller their name, company, phone number, email address and message. Every single call. "But what if we know you have already talked to this person before?" we asked. "How would you know that I have talked to him before you get that information?" she replied. So we are supposed to ask for all of this information.
Unless we're not supposed to. She heard the receptionist / intern asking these questions of a caller and yelled from her office, "DO NOT INTERROGATE CALLERS! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT!"
When we take a message on the phone, we have to send her (and only her) an email with a specifically formatted subject line containing first and last name, company, phone number and email address. Then in the body of the message all of this information must be repeated plus the time of the call and the message. Each message like this takes about three minutes from start of call to end of email message.
Then the other day she said that we are to remove our standard email signature block from these messages also. She says it is distracting to see a signature block at the end of the message. Guess who required that we all use the same signature block for all emails awhile back?
Next person to go will either be me or the other remaining male staff member. Not sure who I am betting on at this point. . .
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