Every workplace has one… *RANT*

But I work in government, so there are several in mine.

But one in particular makes me rethink my position on workplace violence on a daily basis.  You know the type that makes you daydream of dangling someone by a foot off the tallest building around, knowing that your upper body strength sucks and that it would only be a matter of minutes before they end up chunky-salsa at the feet (on the feet?) of a thousand DC tourists.

<sigh>  But I am at heart a non-violent person, so I’ll dedicate myself to destroying this person from within.  Starting with his ego, then if he doesn’t leave me alone to do the work that you, the taxpayer, pay me to do, I might move on to his career and pension.

See – this person was recently made my team-lead.  Well not *MY* team lead as I’m a consultant, but a team-lead for the group I’m consulting for.  And since then my life has been one manufactured panic after another.  Mostly because he knows *SHIT* about the group he’s the leader of, he got the position by pure virtue for senority.

Note for union people out there.  Senority is the WORST way to promote people, because it totally ignores the fact that some people are COMPLETE FUCKING MORONS.  (Yes, this is a union shop, yes he is a union member, and yes, this is exactly where unions FAIL because the fact that they have no restrictions as to who they allow INTO the union, means unions will always become a haven for the ill-tempered, incompetent, and/or lazy.)

This guy thinks because he’s worked 25 years in the same place it gives him the right to be a total prick.  It doesn’t.  All working 25 years in the same place shows is that you have a marked inability to deal with new situations, that you are incapable of learning/growing, and that you hide your particular brand of incompetence under the dual protections of federal employment and your union.

I have been in my industry for more than a decade, and have NEVER had less than six months of work queued up in front of me.  Be my guest, unemployment doesn’t fucking scare me.

So I have to go in tomorrow and discuss my attitude *AGAIN* tomorrow, and this time I think I’m just going to tell them that if they don’t want me around any more, I’m gonna walk.

Although…stopping at the Inspector General’s office on my way out might not be a bad move.

** Disclaimer – any threats of violence, real or implied, are not to be taken seriously.  Get real, I’m not stupid enough to blog about it if I actually *WERE* planning something.