Mr. Bitch

Sure, everybody thinks I’m a nice guy. Most of the time I am, but there are those times…

As HR bitch (job responsibility #5, but who is counting) I got to sit in on an employee getting fired this week. As part of a team of three managers sitting in on this, I watched the other two stammer, look downward, and generally prolong the process unnecessarily. The young woman being let go was using ever trick in the book… sorry dear, they don’t work on me. I let it go as long as I could stand it then interrupted the circular conversation by stating that a decision was made, everything that needed to be said was said, and the discussion was over (i.e. don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out).

But that’s not really what I am writing about.

I find the response to my last three posts interesting in that from the trilogy of dark, light, and grey, people responded best to writing about the light. I find this very comforting and affirming. Thank you for all of the very thoughtful comments.

But that’s not what I was going to write about either.

What happens when you have a good friend who is a graphic artist and knows a bit about you and your day to day hell that is called work. Well, he starts with a picture like this:

Crop it down to this:
Then work some magic and artistry to produce this:

It gave me the best laugh I had all week and neatly ties in all of the previous things that I said I was not writing about.

Hey, I’m Mr. Bitch, I can do that.

Thanks Tom, I needed that laugh. Check out his blog, see his smiling face, Sophi the wonder dog, and the writing of an all around great guy.