Saturday, November 21, 2009
Adventures in bureaucracy, 2009
My own favorite "Dilbert" moments didn't happen here at LNA. They all happened back when I was working as a part-time clerk in the office for the married students' housing at Michigan's toughest university. Our manager, the equivalent of the pointy-haired boss in Dilbert, could have stepped right out of the strip. He was also one of the cheapest people on the planet.
We all took turns bringing goodies for the break room (cookies, brownies, donuts). We always knew when the boss had brought in the snacks: the packages had the prices crossed out with black magic marker because he'd gotten them at the Metz bakery outlet store. He always "forgot" Secretary's Day -- he'd bring in flowers, but a day late -- that way he could get the sale roses.
I could go on -- the man's basic cheapness and desire to shortchange his subordinates went well beyond stale donuts -- but suffice to say that's one job I've never regretted walking away from. (Walking?! Not exactly. I ran.)