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I am even more disappointed by that guy’s choice to work only 6 days a week.
I do not believe in sleep or rest.
I firmly believe that CEOs require diapers, not toilet breaks.
I used to shit myself continuously at the office, the stench was unbearable. And yet I went on, staying at my desk, asking people to come in to berate them.
I chose to be estranged by my whole family. My kids hate me. My wife despises me. My father won’t talk to me. Even my mother loathes me.
I managed all that by dedicating every second of my life to my job, so that I can die miserably and get a gravestone saying ‘lmao the shitman’s dead, rest in shit loser’.
Amateur! I haven’t stood up in so long my leg muscles have atrophied. Slowly my body has fused with my office chair. I only take 10 min micro naps as my body periodically shuts down, a weakest of my flesh. Never leaving the office, I occupy one entire floor of the building as my productivity lair. This floor has been secretly hidden from everyone else to avoid distractions. I only enter other floors when most employees are gone for the day, usually late at night. I make these excursions to double check my coworkers daily progress or scavenge for food.
Most of my coworkers seem to fear me, perhaps I’ve become something of myth? They gave me a name, because I heard one scream “the Chairman is real!” as I startled him. He was working late that night as I creeped around his cubicle wall. Since I was famished, I quickly knocked him out with a keyboard and dragged him back to my lair for a quick power lunch.
Someone is thinking about the shareholders!!!
if it took him 91 hours a week to do his job, they probably should have let him go.
No see you don’t get it. He gets the grind.
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God I was going to try to give some dumb response… but honestly the best I’ve got is-
—I work more hours so I can make more money so I can do more cocaine, so I can work more hours……
and that right there is what this whole thing it about!
It’s the classic I-suffered-so-everyone-else-should-suffer-to-keep-it-fair mentality.
Ignoring the fact that we should work to reduce suffering for future generations.
And that it’s probably a lie, and even if it isn’t a lie he’s not doing it anymore.
He is counting all of his two hour lunches, his golfing/tennis/other sport activities that count as ‘networking’, spending hours harrassing his secretaries, and all of the other non-productive ‘work’ in his entirely fictitious work schedule.
Men like this do not understand the magic of the world around them 😔
Plenty of them are just liars. They’ll look you dead in the eye and tell you “When I was your age, I worked 29 hours a day and 10 days per week”.
Others simply don’t want to acknowledge that the nature of their “work” is play. Flying from party to party with their gaggle of C-level friends, wining and dining clients and patrons, getting a Bill Clinton style office break between angry calls to your junior managers to “work harder!”, playing Sim City or Factorio with a billion dollars in state money unconcerned with the end result because you already took out a big chunk as your share, golfing…
None of these assholes are doing manual labor. They’re all just schmoozing with one another and collecting a vig on the cash that passes through their hands.
Not to mention they have people to take care of their cleaning, laundry, cooking, etc. Regular people do all that work themselves.
Plus they parasite the society.
They know the price of everything and the value of nothing.
… extremely bright, excelling at everything they do, yet a total lack of common sense.
It’s easier to excel when morals don’t hold you back.
I used to work with a guy like this, they’d do six hours of work in twelve hours, were constantly having important business calls etc, and simply didn’t have a life outside of work.
I’d be willing to bet this person was less productive than some executives that worked less than half the time.
Exactly. I worked with a few people like this. Claimed to work 7-8 basically. I would see them drop for a hour at a time several times a day, be unresponsive for hours, and hardly get anything accomplished, and when it was, it was either broken or poor quality.
The brag isn’t what they think it is
That sort of thing was common at this shitty bank I used to work for. People would fart around and stretch out tasks just to spend more time in the office pretending to be at “work”.
Performative nonsense that drove me bonkers. Especially when I wanted to finish up a task so I can go home, and they’re hanging out at my desk bending my ear with small talk.
I honestly feel like six hours of work in twelve hours is pretty good. I usually have about two hours of work a day. Rarely it will be a long grind stay on late to get things done day. It’s partially my own fault though since I could spread it out multiple days but it’s nice just logging in and fucking off the whole day since I finished my part the day before. I got a really good job where I’m not punished for getting things done early though. Once every month or two I’ll have a busy day like that and I have no issue joining a teams meeting with my boss the next day on my work computer to run through stuff with him while one of my personal computer monitors I’m playing a game on is plainly in view of the camera (L shaped desk). He knows he can count on me, I bust my ass when I need to, I’m generally available whenever, and if I tell him something is bullshit busy work he listens and runs interference when he can and when he can’t he sighs and says he knows and couldn’t stop it this time. I got pissed after spending 12 years at the same grind and it took me five different employers over the past six years to find a really great place to work. I’d follow my current boss anywhere he went and I’m fairly certain most of my 21 reports would feel the same about me. Their previous boss was apparently up their ass constantly. When I started I told them I don’t care what they do day to day as long as the work gets done and just add themselves to the calendar if they won’t be available at any point that day to reply to email or messages otherwise we’re all adults and I don’t care to babysit anyone just as much as I don’t care to be babysat. I also told them they aren’t required to work anything unless it comes through me. Apparently the teams productivity is through the roof compared to when I started almost two years ago but overall it’s very chill and folks seem happy.
When I say that, I mean they get done in twelve hours what anyone else would do in six. Not that they’re actually working for six hours.
Oh, I misread that and left you a novel lol, my apologies.
This isn’t that difficult if your only job is reading emails and giving one word replies like Yes, No, Proceed, or Delay
Which is all the guys at that level do.
At my job we’ve learned that anyone above director level simply will not read beyond the first sentence of a fucking email. So we have to write them these orc-like one liner emails and pray they understand whatever it is the fuck they need to understand. They have zero nuance or patience. They just want to grunt and point.
They do notice bolded, red letters usually saying “PRODUCTION HALT”.
So if the first email didn’t do the trick you double the CC list and sprinkle some color in the text. After that they’re on their own.
Also eat finger food during meetings
I have to suffer, so the other people should do that, too.
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havechoose to suffer, so the other people should do that, too.
Just to add more context, this shithead’s daughter is the wife of the British PM.
Wife of previous British PM, not the current one
I was just looking at a picture of Victoria Starmer thinking, “uhhh, what?”
To be fair, she could’ve been adopted.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akshata_Murty - Wife of Rishi Sunak
It’s a big club
I hated working with a team in India because of their insane work expectations. I’d be online in the morning my time, knowing it’s basically the middle of the night for them. I’d say things weren’t a high priority but they’d still stay online and finish it that day (that sort of stuff). Then they’d basically work first thing when they woke up as well. It was really frustrating in a weird way. I shouldn’t have to resist communicating with a coworker because I suspect they’re going to ruin their work life balance to do something I ask them to (even when I make it clear it’s a low priority). But I can’t just not communicate things that need to be done or ask questions I need answers to. It really sucked.
Like imagine your friend is asleep and you’re at their house. You want some coffee at some point so you just shoot them a text message asking where it is in the kitchen as you go back to bed to wait for them to wake up. Next thing they dart out of their room, groggy, apologizing for over sleeping, and begin making you a whole ass latte. Then imagine them doing stuff like this so often that you’re nervous to ask them to do things so they don’t drop everything to assist. Now imagine they’re a coworker so you must communicate tasks to them. That’s sort of what it felt like.
Lol, I have maybe a co-worker or two I feel that way about. Work in events so work-life balance gets rocked during peak busy times. It’s honestly just really hard to turn it off, cause everything needs to happen either 5 minutes ago or yesterday.
Like, shindig being planned for 2030 but we need those details yesterday.
I can emphasize. We work hard, bro, catch this email back on Monday. 😮💨😂
Don’t know if it would work in your scenario, but I will use Delayed Send on an email when I want to get my thoughts down right now but don’t want to bother the person I’m sending it to until a better time.
These examples were things like talking about stuff during a daily stand up meeting.
It’s like a recipe for becoming a fuckhead.
He definitely didn’t get rich from that. Only stupid people work for money. He works WITH money.
“I hated my life, if I had any, and so will you”
Let me guess: he was 30 when that picture was taken.
has some common ancestry with the assholes from Spaceballs, I see
“Who made this man a gunner?!”
Asian parents be like: “dEPreSSiON iS cAusEd bY LaZiNesS, juST WoRK hARdeR aND yOU wiLL bE hAPpy!”
Me: 🥲🔫
Going outside, getting some fresh air and exercise, and seeing friends/family/neighbors is a great treatment for depression
But long hours of private work/study and repetitive manual labor get in the way of that
It’s not just Asia, my parents are from the 1950s, in an European country, and they had the same mentality. Money through hard work was the equivalent of a good life. Our holidays were never fun. No one knew what enjoying life is.
Did he fly to work on the back of a dragon as well?
