I didn't get the job, and am happy about it

It's a funny old thing is work, it's something which has to be done in order to live your life. As a colleague who sits next to me says, this is her second job, her first job being her family. I get it. Being for most part a single male but now lately married to the most beautiful woman in the world, my wife otherwise referred to as Sparkling Eyes, I used to otherwise be engrossed in my work and the notion of becoming as high a manager as possible. An opportunity arose to move from middle management to upper management, or what is otherwise called Senior Management Team, so I went for it, just for the fun of the interview experience, because this is something it is necessary to continually test yourself doing. There's nothing like the fun of an interview and the preparation needed. However in the back of my mind, I wasn't too bothered at all for a number of reasons.

Firstly, there are more bad managers out there than good managers. Sometimes the term "leader" is used but this is a complete misnomer, for I've found it synonymous with the other term called "incompetent." Then on many occasions wondered if it was jut me, perhaps I was the one who had a bad attitude. Well it turns out as you get to know thoughts of the staff around many can be found to have a similar opinion. There's an unspoken acknowledgement which goes along the lines of: I work here to get money but you don't own me and you are not in anyway a superior or worthy to be called a leader, you don't lead me but I'll keep my views to myself and if the opportunity comes up to improve the workplace, or make an efficiency saving in some way, I'll just keep my mouth shut and say absolutely nothing. For a rational employee can not reason with an arsehole, and a rational employee knows said arsehole would take any money saving suggestion, any efficiency idea and wrap it up in their own sycophancy to say it belonged to themselves. The employee should never show they are as good or better than their boss. Bosses don't like this, bosses are often not the person you would go to if the building was on fire and you wanted to get out of it alive. In such circumstances the wise employee will do their own thing and get out leaving the boss to their own devices. So it comes to the crux of the matter, I really don't like my boss. The previous one I did like but she had to leave for medical reasons, whereas the current one who normally just likes to talk over everyone with his opinion and is love with the sound of his own voice, is a real piece of work sitting on the top of the hill creaming off a large salary and not doing much at all.

Bosses have to learn HR systems, they have to learn how to deal with HR crisis points, employees who don't get on with each other. Or employees who are not doing enough work, or employees who need to be interviewed because they have taken too much sick leave and it's time they were reprimanded for not dying on the job at their desk, because nobody in this place is allowed to take sick. I'm a boss in the middle so I'm an arsehole to someone, because no matter how nice you try to be there will be someone amongst the workforce who doesn't get on with you, doesn't like you, or just loves to push the envelope so far it is necessary to bring them in line. At which point you become eternal enemies and you're subject to the glare, the whisper or worst of all a counter allegation which likely has no base to it but will take up hours and hours of your time trying to defend. This is because the boss above is an arsehole, as I've already said and needs to get in on the scene to prove it.

Getting back to the interview. As my boss is not someone I think I can get on with, I don't care much for him or his opinions and would hate to sit next to him on a permanent basis, this would be necessary if I'd got the job. I didn't, so managed to dodge the bullet, I wipe my brow. Instead another middle manager got the job, who I should really thank, except she's the biggest sycophant going and

in her unctuous way is also another person with detestable characteristics. The interview process I enjoyed as it gave me a chance to talk and talk rubbish, even if I was going to try and answer the interview questions. I learnt a little about using powerpoint, learnt I had to time myself to a 10 minute only presentation and besides this didn't do a great deal more in revising for the post. So I'd let myself down, but the intention was to enjoy the interview and to put psychological pressure on unctuous sycophantic woman. Which I now find out it worked. After my interview I came back to my desk all jolly and happy, she saw this and then went off and had a cry. It was bliss to my ears finding this out, she deserved to cry after all the incidents she'd been an instigator off over many years. But in the end she got the job, the money would of been lovely, but sitting next to Biggus Dickus would not of been pleasant, for he's a man who uses his arsehole a lot and has taught it how to converse in everyday language, it's so good at conversing it thinks it is the bees knees. But we all know it's not.


So the game I will now be playing is going to be to the highest psychological level I can muster, this woman going to find she might be boss but she's not the boss of this dude by any means.