What made my day today?
Sweet fucking revenge.
I know a small group on the floor I work on, who were plotting against me, because I was picked to climb the next step up the ladder, while they, or at least someone they can bullshit didn't. For a couple of weeks, I was not getting anything from them, as they decided to take their work to my direct supervisor. She in turn started to lose her shit, and then called me into her office today.
DS: Why in the bloody fuck are they coming to me with their work instead of you?
Me: Dont know, I have been waiting for their work so the next presentation can be completed.
DS: Here, take this shit off my desk, I have enough to do than hand hold some pissants through their work.
Me: Yes Ma'am.
DS: You think this is going to be a problem? Take it to HR, I have 0 fucks, or 0 seconds of time to deal with kindergarten bullshit. Don't let this slow us down.
Me: Yes Ma'am
My DS is a true, dyed in the wool ballbuster. She had to fight to get to where she is, and takes no bullshit. But shes not evil. She knows whats up.
Me: So I can handle this in a way that keeps us out of trouble with up top?
DS: Fuck, I don't care if you arena fight them asses, just get your job done.
Me: Yes Ma'am.
So I took two weeks of work back to my office. If you plan on throwing someone under the bus, don't outline it in work that the person you are trying to fuck over has to look over and edit. They tried to fudge some figures, in a way that looks like I was skimming off the top, and putting it into the floor. Nope, not happening. So I leave their work completely alone. Unedited, except some nifty footnotes to upper management. Especially pointing out that I have no control of where what money goes where, and I certainly do not deal with the budget for the floor. All I do is look over reports and fix them. So Upper comes down from Olympus, with some very concerned clients. By law we have to give clients a budget receipt for where their money is going, especially if what they bought has sat long enough to warrant a full servicing before shipping. The stuff they bought needed work BADLY. So while those asshats sat smirking, thinking I am on the hook, my DS looks over my work. "You for real on this?" She said to them. I was told to leave. I swore I seen horror movie blood sprays all over the meeting room. Lets just kindly remember the 4 souls who WERE in charge of money, and where it goes, and to what it goes, trying to oust me from a job I barely wanted, until the pay raise. I drank good when I got home.