ImpatientBoss
There is a guy at my current job called ImpatientBoss. He wants everything to be done right now and without any bugs. He also wants everyone to communicate well.
Nothing bad about this, mind you. I also want world peace and eternal youth and uncorrupted data from our customers and a few hundred million euros as a bonus. Not gonna happen, though, and most of us learn it when we are 5 or so.
He sort of knows it too, he is just trying to express his frustration, and he is somehow socially inept about doing it. He tends to complain about things is a fairly accusatory tone. I try not to blow up in his face, and have so far been successful, but there is only so many times a person can listen about a particular data import being too slow. If it takes ten hours, it takes ten hours, and what does he want me to do, pedal the computer sthat it would crunch numbers faster?
I have had to deal with him only since recently, because he is doing something with the reporting database and I feed some of the data to the Koodiorjapoika who is in charge of it. The ImpatientBoss thinks that Koodiorjapoika and me don't communicate well enough with each other or him. Mind you, he is often right and often we really don't communicate well enough, and we should, but there is only one person among the three of us to whom I have to explain things five times before they finally get settled in his head, and that ain't Koodiorjapoika. ImpatientBoss is certainly not stupid, so the only explanation I can think of for him failing to understand things after the fourth time is that he Never. Fucking. Listens.
I kind of feel bad about the whole thing, because I know I am not a queen of interpersonal communications myself, but constant bad-communication upbraiding from a person who expects me to read his mind and never listens to anything is starting to get on my nerves.
If this goes on, one day I will catch him in some dark corner and read him a very detailed lecture on our data problems. Every single one of them, and I won't let him out of that corner until he has understood and remembered them all.
Nothing bad about this, mind you. I also want world peace and eternal youth and uncorrupted data from our customers and a few hundred million euros as a bonus. Not gonna happen, though, and most of us learn it when we are 5 or so.
He sort of knows it too, he is just trying to express his frustration, and he is somehow socially inept about doing it. He tends to complain about things is a fairly accusatory tone. I try not to blow up in his face, and have so far been successful, but there is only so many times a person can listen about a particular data import being too slow. If it takes ten hours, it takes ten hours, and what does he want me to do, pedal the computer sthat it would crunch numbers faster?
I have had to deal with him only since recently, because he is doing something with the reporting database and I feed some of the data to the Koodiorjapoika who is in charge of it. The ImpatientBoss thinks that Koodiorjapoika and me don't communicate well enough with each other or him. Mind you, he is often right and often we really don't communicate well enough, and we should, but there is only one person among the three of us to whom I have to explain things five times before they finally get settled in his head, and that ain't Koodiorjapoika. ImpatientBoss is certainly not stupid, so the only explanation I can think of for him failing to understand things after the fourth time is that he Never. Fucking. Listens.
I kind of feel bad about the whole thing, because I know I am not a queen of interpersonal communications myself, but constant bad-communication upbraiding from a person who expects me to read his mind and never listens to anything is starting to get on my nerves.
If this goes on, one day I will catch him in some dark corner and read him a very detailed lecture on our data problems. Every single one of them, and I won't let him out of that corner until he has understood and remembered them all.
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