I have recently been cursed with not only the worst Technical Manager that I have ever had the misfortune to work for, but the worst Technical Manager that I have ever seen in action.
My background is engineering with a degree in my specialist field, and I have well over 30 years experience in that field. The new boss on the other hand appears to be a failed bench technician who moved into IT for unknown reasons. He’s your typical British middle manager. He’s ruthless, vindictive and incompetent with no actual clue as to what “his” department actually does. Over many years certain personal attributes have been seen as essential to success in our field, the lack of which he now sees fit to ignore because he likes (or more likely, can’t see through) the person that he’s interviewing.
I’m doing the maths, and if I can manage to retire a couple or three years early, that’s what awaits me.
Stolen from a Facebook status of a FOAF, but it sums up what I’m beginning to hate about the human race.
Conversation as follows…
Tech Support – Whats’ wrong?
User – Device X isn’t working.
Tech Support (after inspecting item) – Looks like the battery’s on its way out
User – Funny that, it was OK yesterday
Tech Support – Speechless
There’s a question to get everybody started!
I’m not actually sure that I even know where to start looking for the answer. Do we get less tolerant as we get older, or is it, perhaps, that, as we age, we learn more and expect everybody younger to know as much as we do (despite us not knowing whet we know now, when we were younger).
This should tell you, if you haven’t already worked it out, that I’m going to moan a lot. I’m going to moan about the weather, about how things were better in black and white, about foolish people, about stupid people, about just about anything that makes me feel like moaning.