We finally seem to have gotten rid of Little Shiva.
It was around about the post to his wife this week. I am not sure if he is actually so far gone that he had not previously noticed that she knew about the website in July.
She presumably lied to him. People do, for all sorts of twisted reasons. He certainly never told her about it, her complaint in this regard is in the conversation we had.
I’m sure he was expecting to be rewarded by hoovering up me sounding confused, hurt and increasingly desperate because, after all, he did ensure that an already bad situation was made considerably worse, for no reason at all.
The sadist, I can imagine, regarded this as a form of ‘blooding’. It appears from everything I have witnessed to do with the company involved, that this is how they spend their working day.
I can confirm that they certainly don’t spend it working. The higher up the food chain in banking contracting, the less work you do and the more unpleasant you get to be. I have hundreds of friends doing it, and taken as a collective, I have never seen so many posts complaining of mental illness and the stifling of their careers.
By all accounts, however, Little Shiva had done this before, several times that the people in the office had witnessed. I am probably unusual in that the long term staff actually told me.
His wife seemed to think this was hilarious, to the point of being stupid enough to put it in writing. So, as you can see, brains do not go with the stinking attitude you apparently require in this business. She is a new graduate, with limited experience, so it is only when it is done to her that she will understand that this is not OK.
I however, have had people doing similar things to me for most of my life. In fact, I am doing a job at the moment in which I have no reason to see or speak to anyone and apparently even producing anonymous work has attracted some unwanted attention.
You can take it from this that I am a magnet for people’s bile, and there seems to be no escape from it. I don’t think that there is now an alternative to rising above it, since there is so much of it about.
The problem with being stupid and nasty, is that there is always a bigger, stupider and nastier person to take advantage of it, and if you suffer from these conditions, they inevitably will.
When I started on the contract, the first thing I noticed was that Little Shiva was being dumped with work nobody else wanted and belittled by his extremely small minded sadistic friend. He made a series of blisteringly stupid assumptions about everybody in the office. Somebody somewhere had told him that Africans were stupid, Indians were to be manipulated and women were to be bullied into whatever you wanted to do to them.
You would think that this would be noticed and this guy would be sent to the abattoir that such people usually work in, but no, not in contracting. In contracting the man who creates the pivot table is apparently king, regardless of his ability to actually do the more important and expensive elements of the job.
This is about responsibility. The people in charge of these contracts only understand the paperwork. They do not understand about costings, people, training or anything else, and this is what the company needs to resolve.
As I have said, the previous contracting company that I worked with was not like this at all. Why the company concerned has become so bloated and incompetent is a mystery, however I am now forced to deal with it, so perhaps we can encourage them to understand a bit about really quite basic business.
It is sad yet hilarious to think that these are the very people at the heart of the banking crisis. There is a literal ocean of similar incompetence in the world of banking, all outstandingly well paid, if you can tolerate the waste.
So why is it that stupid people are nasty, in the form of taking your job, killing your mother, spending years of their time twisted up in their beds, getting off on thinking of ways of making your life more miserable?
Wolfe would say it is bad gut bacteria, but I would take that a step further to incorporate their love of self-indulgence. They only think about themselves, and that is a stultifyingly boring thing to do.
