Pending some massive shift in my brain chemistry over the weekend and/or a pay raise in this upcoming paycheck...
I'm putting in my two-week notice on Monday.
Boss man—whom recently got a neat new moniker of EBM, or Evil Boss Man—came around the corner.
"Oi!" he yelled. "Who's the process people on [project]? I wanna have a quick sitdown and discussion about it just to make sure we're on the same page."
And so I got roped into it with Jen, our newest process person.
Because somehow, I think she somehow became my ward, and now I get to supervise the work she does.
And though I'm more than happy to help her—or anyone—I'm loathe to sit in another meeting with EBM.
Meeting kicked off, and he asked a bunch of questions that I didn't know the answers to because it's not my fucking project.
And after a mostly alright meeting, he wrapped it up with, "I'm confused how the process people don't know what the MVP is."
Motherfucking
So we had the way ahead for the project and we came back to our stations.
And FNG dev was gushing about how he managed to get a UI element to refresh every minute.
EBM was walking by and started gobbling that knob so hard.
"Wow," he said. "That's really fucking cool!"
And after a lot more unnecessary praise was dumped on FNG, EBM said, "That's not right."
"Well that's how the story was written."
"Well whoever wrote that is wrong," EBM said. "But thank you for doing that. That's awesome."
Yeah, EBM is clearly a twisted asshole that doesn't want any of the process folk here anymore.
We're pretty much just support staff for Suze, and I'm done doing that.
Not remotely looking forward to losing the income this place provides, but I think it'll be nicely offset by the lack of anxiety.
Even just told my wife:
That dude is increasingly making me want to kill myself. Just so I can have a note that places the blame squarely on him.
What an absolute toxic waste dump of a human being.