Uncle Bud

[The Anti k*]

[innocentbystander]

I have never had any subordinates that worked for me in my entire professional career. I have managed teams of people (many times) but none of them reported into me. They had a boss, elsewhere, who hired them with the authority to fire them. The only authority I had was to give them work and keep them working and make sure the work got done. My authority was to KNOW what they were doing and to make sure they were doing it since their boss could not actually DO the work they were doing.

So now that I am retired, I often wonder, what happens to bosses, managers, directors, vice presidents, ANYONE WITH DIRECT REPORTS when their number one producing employee leaves, abandons the company, and that person simply can't be replaced? Or should I say to replace that person with another person with an equal level of competence, it is so cost prohibitive that it can't happen. What kind of consequences befall bosses when their best employee who gets all the work done disappears and now, they are left with nothing but a pile of work to do and no one really qualified to do it? Do they shit can the boss? Does that ever happen? Should it happen?

[The Anti k*]

IB — No one is irreplaceable. But I worked for a corporation for 33 years, seeing people like you describe come and go. Until about 15 years ago. “Low cost geographies” became part of the corporatespeak lexicon. Hiring headcount in the United States became cost prohibitive. Executives had to decide if the risk of hiring in India, Poland, Costa Rica, etc., was worth the savings.

What I did was so highly scrutinized by gubbamint regulations that guys in my group were “safe”. Everyone around us was being replaced in cheaper countries. Quality usually went down, but my core group was their safety net. Until my last two colleagues turned 67 amd 65 and told me they were both retiring. The plan was for all the shit they did to be done by outsourced staff, with me as their “overseer”, like you described. I was 56 and the big dogs thought I’d be the workhorse for at least six more years. Fuck that noise. Fortunately, I saw this coming and had saved and planned accordingly. I submitted my retirement paperwork before the two old guys did. The VP about k*rzyt himself, but the world didn’t end. His overpaid pie job turned into Hell for awhile, though. Makes my vengeful ass smile…

[Tree]

Let's all thank God for Bill Clinton for signing NAFTA whilst sucking Newt Gingrich's small cock. Thanks Bill, you corrupt fuckface. And Hillary probably does eat children too. Sick of it.

[innocentbystander]

Anti-K, fair enough

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"I have never had any subordinates that worked for me in my entire professional career. I have managed teams of people (many times) but none of them reported into me. They had a boss, elsewhere, who hired them with the authority to fire them. The only authority I had was to give them work and keep them working and make sure the work got done."

Assistant manager at McDonald's does have its perks...

[innocentbystander]

This is the food thread and I want to stay on topic so....

I'll put this here.

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[Jungle Rat]

[Tree]

Brahs. I have a confession to make. And I don't say this lightly or with any sleight of hand. I took a shit in my tech van last week.

I had arrived at the customer's house in Goldsboro. Soon as I rung the doorbell I felt a very clear shit urge. It was a nice house. I was in trouble. Black man almost as fat as me answered. We immediately struck up a good rapport. We spoke briefly about sports and how women are mostly all cunts today. Thankfully the job was to install a digital doorbell that takes pictures and whatnot. I quickly excused myself to put in the ordered equipment. By the time I got to my van 12 seconds later I was having shit contractions and I knew there was going to be an issue. I had 2 options. To march back into his house and blitzkrieg his shitter regardless of what he said. Or. I could take a shit in my van. There was no way or time to do the first option. None. So I hopped in my van. Slipped my pants and underwear off. Grabbed a Food Lion bag. Hoisted my ass off the seat and proceeded to shit.

I would realize later a lot of the problems that would immediately ensue could have been avoided were I to only hold the bag vertically rather than horizontally. Your shitter can miss badly without appropriate coverage, brahs. I know that now. Long story short. I shat somewhat in the bag but a good bit on the seat as well. I was cool and calm. I had about 10 paper towels left on the roll I keep in the van. They went way too quick. Still lots of turd on the seat. I found some cheap throw away gloves in the back of the van to double as possible towels. Didn't help much.

What happened with the bag of shit and towels? I couldn't fathom keeping it inside the van so I tied it fast and hid it under the rear wheel and hoped none of the neighbors were watching.

I played it cool. The doorbell only takes about 30 minutes to install.

Epilogue. I rode off 10 miles to the Sheetz on NC-70, bought some towels and water, and cleaned that fucker as best as I could. I marched back inside the store with an extra Sheetz bag I had tucked into my pocket and filled it with soap to assist the process. Long story short. I won that day. I won that fucker like a champ. You do what you have to do. Kobe.

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You said long story short twice but you lied...

[Tree]

Fitting, as it also applies to the shit itself in the same way.

[The Anti k*]

If a tree shits in a work van, but no evidence is found on the doorbell ring camera it supposedly installed, did it really happen, brahs?

[Jungle Rat]

I think he's full of shit.

[DooKSucks]

Brahs. I have a confession to make. And I don't say this lightly or with any sleight of hand. I took a shit in my tech van last week.

I had arrived at the customer's house in Goldsboro. Soon as I rung the doorbell I felt a very clear shit urge. It was a nice house. I was in trouble. Black man almost as fat as me answered. We immediately struck up a good rapport. We spoke briefly about sports and how women are mostly all cunts today. Thankfully the job was to install a digital doorbell that takes pictures and whatnot. I quickly excused myself to put in the ordered equipment. By the time I got to my van 12 seconds later I was having shit contractions and I knew there was going to be an issue. I had 2 options. To march back into his house and blitzkrieg his shitter regardless of what he said. Or. I could take a shit in my van. There was no way or time to do the first option. None. So I hopped in my van. Slipped my pants and underwear off. Grabbed a Food Lion bag. Hoisted my ass off the seat and proceeded to shit.

I would realize later a lot of the problems that would immediately ensue could have been avoided were I to only hold the bag vertically rather than horizontally. Your shitter can miss badly without appropriate coverage, brahs. I know that now. Long story short. I shat somewhat in the bag but a good bit on the seat as well. I was cool and calm. I had about 10 paper towels left on the roll I keep in the van. They went way too quick. Still lots of turd on the seat. I found some cheap throw away gloves in the back of the van to double as possible towels. Didn't help much.

What happened with the bag of shit and towels? I couldn't fathom keeping it inside the van so I tied it fast and hid it under the rear wheel and hoped none of the neighbors were watching.

I played it cool. The doorbell only takes about 30 minutes to install.

Epilogue. I rode off 10 miles to the Sheetz on NC-70, bought some towels and water, and cleaned that fucker as best as I could. I marched back inside the store with an extra Sheetz bag I had tucked into my pocket and filled it with soap to assist the process. Long story short. I won that day. I won that fucker like a champ. You do what you have to do. Kobe.

1. I'll stop at the WaWa across from Sheetz when I have to go there this Saturday to avoid anyplace soiled by you.
2. I should have figured you were a tech making $15.00 per hour working for BestBuy or some such on contract.

[Tree]

That Wawa only has 1 shitter, brah. Good luck.

[DooKSucks]

I’ll be stopping for coffee before stopping by to see my best friend and his family nearby before heading to Walnut Creek to see family. I don’t plan on shitting in a WaWa bathroom on Highway 70

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[innocentbystander]

Tree, may I make a suggestion? Do not try and impress anyone here. Do not share any personal stories about your job or love life. This is a Gen-X forum. We tolerate Millennials like DookSucks because he is an attorney and a college football and basketball fan of UNC, but Gen-X people, we've seen and done it all.. We've been through at least 6 economic crisis's in our lives, have seen 3 different real estate crashes, 2 health care epidemics, have fucked every single hole on a woman's body, and some of us have done every drug, served time in prison, seen our marriages destroyed, and our careers hollowed out by both political parties and insane laws regarding divorce. And we have $40 trillion in federal debt to look forward to. So your little stories, they just make you look silly and immature.

Talk about current events. Talk about what is happening now. And if you don't understand what is happening now because you haven't been told by AI or someone smarter than you what is happening and how you are supposed to feel, then this is not the forum for you. Gen-X, we had to do for ourselves and figure out how to do shit because our parents (generally speaking) only cared about themselves. Your comments are not impressing us.

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Retard fight!!