I don’t think he has any advanced warning, he probably just is on vacation so much, the odds are in his favor that he’ll be out of state when something bad happens.
When you’re a useless lazy piece of shit like him, of course you’ve fucked off to anywhere else but where the work is.
You speak truth. My way to quietly fuck up this system has been to hire good people, not assholes. I pay them as well as I can get away with, I treat them well. I never yell at my staff, I show them what I want and I make things clear. I refuse to believe that work has to be this miserable and I encouraged all of my people to do the same. The managers I hired to run other teams also worked this way so that anyone throughout my organization were treated well. I had ONE fellow quit in the last year but that was only because someone offered him a fat pile of money. Otherwise my retention rate was damn near 100% which is unheard of in cyber.
I genuinely love the people that work for me. Yes that sounds crazy, but after a lot of reading, thinking and soul-searching, I’m comfortable with saying that directly to the people I work with. I do not use that term in a watered-down way, I mean it in the same way that I would use it to describe one of my (actual) brothers. I don’t weird people out by saying “thanks I love you” at the end of 1:1 calls, but I do say it to the entire team. I see what they do, I see how hard they work, I see the sacrifices they make when they get called out for an off-hours incident. I know how hard that shit is because I’ve been in their shoes, I know what it’s like getting a stupid automated system calling you at 2AM because something just blew up. Hell, even though I lead the teams, I still get calls like that, but it’s usually one of the team calling me in because they’re in over their head and some other boss is chewing their ass. I join those meetings and swat down the assholes, refocus on getting shit fixed.
I told them constantly that I appreciate everything they do. I had so few opportunities to put my money where my mouth is because of the imposition of so much bullshit. Bonus or merit increase time, these companies love to wrap it all in so many fucking dumb rules, it makes it impossible to reward people as they actually deserve. I typically get a bonus pool and a merit increase pool. Both are fucking tiny. The cunts in HR host a useless call describing how we should cut it up and no matter what company I work for, they all do the same thing. They put the burden on us and say stuff like “you should reward your high performers” so that we’re forced to fuck anyone who doesn’t qualify. However, when we’re hiring, they tell us “only hire high performers”. I hire quality people and I don’t bring in people who aren’t worthwhile–so now I’m sticking excellent people under the bell curve because some useless HR drone who doesn’t know shit about shit has decided this for me. If I were to cut the pie evenly, everybody gets dogshit for increases. Try telling your staff something like “well, you got fucked this year, but next year, I’ll pay you back and fuck someone else”.
Maybe I’ll just buy myself a hotdog cart and sell drugs out of it, might be more steady and less risky.
Shit like this is published only to set the bar even lower than it is today. It has no other purpose as they know most intelligent people will not read anything but the headline. They just inject this dogshit into the collective consciousness so that they can normalize a type of work that is a little better than indentured servitude.
Or press the +30 button and bask in the glory of food cooked for 39 seconds.
It is evidence of how bad life used to be. If that shit was the treat, what was normal food like?!
I’ve had this happen a few times. It’s such a relief when shit is jammed back to the walls. They did it at O’hare once, shit was crazy in there and they’re all like, “just gtfo, don’t blow anything up” everyone came stomping through the metal detectors. Not sure if it was related, but they had just sent sniffy dogs through the lines so maybe they planned it? I mean, I don’t think the dogs can smell a knife, but I am not a dog, so I don’t know for certain.