So, I'm trying not to obsess over my impending pay cut. It's difficult.
But! Of some consolation is that The Douche finally got his notice! They're generously giving him almost four weeks notice, so his last day will be Friday, April 24. (The following Monday, my reduced hours go into effect. don'tobsessdon'tobsessdon'tobsess)
I had a draft post that I never finished, titled "Why The Douche should not have a job", which I can't be bothered finishing now, but the bullet points were: He doesn't do anything, he is unfriendly, he takes advantage, he is disgusting, he hides mail, and he doesn't know what "confidential" means. (I don't mean he can't keep a secret, I mean he doesn't lock drawers containing confidential documents.)
Seriously, the guy hides mail. He's supposed to distribute it, but sometimes instead he just stashes it in a drawer and leaves it there until I happen to find it weeks later and do it for him. Envelopes that clearly contain checks or other important documents (a social security card, in one case), overnight and registered mail, whatever, he doesn't care. At one point, we even discovered that he was hiding bucketsfull of mail at the building receptionist's desk. There was mail there that was two months old!
As for the disgustingness, let me tell you a story: One Thursday afternoon, I was getting something from his desk and
smelled something weird. I said, "Do you smell that? What is that?",
and he said, "I don't smell anything, you're crazy." The next day, I
was covering his desk, and I spent the whole morning trying to identify that disgusting smell. I was looking around on the floor and
in the drawers for what I thought must be some dropped or hidden food
that had gone off. Finally, it dawned on me — it was the multiple coffee cups sitting over to one side on the desk. They were all unfinished, and some of them had been there for Way Too Long and the milk in them had gone rancid. It. Was. Revolting. I had to hold my breath and take them to the bathroom to throw them away. I put my foot down on that one, complaining to our managers and insisting that he stop leaving rotten beverages around as I was unwilling to work in those conditions. I assume the reason that he couldn't smell it is because he has always lived that way and doesn't notice. I do not want to think about what his apartment must look and smell like.
As for how the fuck he was able to hang on to the job for this long, up to a point it's related to Cassie's guess that the current economy is to blame. See, when I started here, there were two admins — the one I was replacing,
and one who has been here for 5 years; we'll call her Jane. Jane soon went on maternity leave, and the temp that started out in her place got a better job, so the
agency sent The Douche to replace her. It was pretty quickly apparent
that he sucked, but it didn't matter much as Jane would be returning
from maternity leave soon. However, it turned out that they were trying
to give Jane a promotion, so they were keeping The Douche. They had not
gotten budget approval for Jane's new position yet, so on paper and payroll she was
still an assistant, but she was being given new duties and was not
really supposed to be actually "assisting"... The Douche was.
Well, when the managers here told the agency that The Douche was utter shit and they wanted rid of him, they said, "Well, we're plan/ning to descope his position anyway; we can only give you two assistants, not three, so unless you can get Jane off the assistant payroll, then Jane has to go back to her assistant job."
Well, hiring freeze meant they could not get Jane off the assistant payroll and officially into her new position, so Jane was going to have to go back to her assistant job. They felt bad for Jane, and plus Jane was handling a great deal of the logisitics of our move to the new building, so they convinced the agency to wait until after we moved to the new building, which was at the beginning of February. (But the agency would not replace him - it was him or no one.)
So, that's how he held his job until the beginning of February.
But. Then the move was done, and Jane made her peace with the fact that she wasn't escaping the assistant job after all, and the agency was supposed to give The Douche notice that Friday. Then the next. Then by the end of the month. Then who the fuck knows. We just kept waiting and waiting and it kept never happening! There seemed to be no actual reason, more like they just kept forgetting to get around to it.
But now it has happened, and I look forward to April 24th (but not the 27th!!), and so does The Husband, who is tired of hearing me complain about this stupid, useless Douche.
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