Warning recieved - Don't mess with this guy

I got the warning last night from my line manager as I went into work telling me that I shouldn't really be messing with the S.A.D sales manager because he can be a nasty piece of work. In other words, lie down and take everything he throws at me.

Er, no, not really.

I was questioned because, rightly enough, my line manager wants/needs to know what I'm doing, and that I can accommodate the "new" shift pattern. I really feel for this man as hes a really decent man and has, by mishap, got caught up in the middle of this sad situation. I can only confirm with him that we are trying to sort things out our end. That's all.

But threats don't work with me, and they never have done. All it would have taken was a simple phone call or two and it would have been sorted. Sorted decently, ethically, and properly.
Not with secret, clandestein meetings in closed offices at the top of the site, where no -one would see them. (Didn't work - because I still found out about the meeting.)

Any man can only have true power by looking after his fellow humans , because, as Einstein said, We are all born to serve others, what other possible meaning of life could there be?

On the grounds that, in the words of the song, I believe that, for every person who goes astray, someone will come, to show the way, I'd like to be the one who shows this manager the error of his ways, and the proper way to manage.

Master of Business Adminsitration teaches the best managers that feedback is the one essential tool every manager should have in his toolbox.

Anyway, that's about it. Maybe I could give this guy a bit of man to man advice sometime. Or, maybe I'll stay professional, and recommend him for management training and therapy.
Got to be able to talk to him first.

And I've still had no replies to phone calls, emails or letters.

Still stinks doesn't it?

Maybe the man needs to find inner peace with himself? I could recommend the advice of one prominent American Psychological show host: you cannot find inner peace until you have finished all that you have started.

Worked for me. I got up one day and looked around the house for all those projects I'd started and hadn't finished. And before leaving the house one morning, I finishedoff a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Champagne, a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream, a bottle of Kahlua, a packet of fish fingers, the remainder of my old Prozac prescription, the rest of the cheesecake, some Doritos and a box of chocolates.

Well, I felt good anyway. Don't think that that's what the good doctor meant somehow.

Paul

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