Today was one of those days at work in which I worked mightily, proposed real solutions to problems, and sat on a conference call wanting to reach out and strangle the mofo on the other end for his utter ignorance of the law (accounting, employee benefits) -- things he should understand given his senior management position (in which he manages a large staff). I sat there thinking, "I make a third of the money as these codgers, and they're not the sharpest tools in the shed. In fact, I end up compensating for their ineptitude quite a bit actually." And then for about the fifth time in as many hours I fantasized about walking out.
I usually just rise above. I tell myself I'm a relative short timer. I just keep my nose to the grindstone. I max my 401K and soak up the bennies I do have. Five more years... Five more years... Max out the bennies... But I get tired of the bullshit...
Today, for instance, the topic of conversation was an ACA compliance issue. Rather than deal with the pressing matter at hand (which needs to be solved; the compliance clock is ticking) he tries to mask his ignorance of the law by launching into diatribe about "these employees ought to write letters to their congressmen about screwing with their health care." Yep, that really solves the problem immediately at hand.
I just wanted to say, "Actually, I just wrote an ACA thank you letter to the same congressmen, because it means that I won't have to put up with your bullshit until I'm 65."
How do ya'll cope when you realize you're the smartest one in the room, yet you have to bite your lip? Do you imagine their heads exploding? Do you take out voodoo dolls? Do you pray for non-health-threatening calamities to their personal property that are not ruinous, but really inconvenient?
I need some humor!