The Cookie Dough
I can't believe I'm hurt by this, but, what can I say.
Helen, Julie, and I are all sitting at my desk talking about events that happened earlier today when Dave shows up carrying a plastic grocery bag. From the bag he produces 2 tubs of cookie dough and hands Helen and Julie each a tub. He, in turn, thanks them both for being helpful to them and tells them and the cookie dough is his expression of gratitude.
So, I say, thanks a lot, I help you out too! I said it in a joking manner, but really, deep inside my feelings were hurt. It wasn't the lack of cookie dough that had hurt my feelings, because, I really could have cared less if I had gotten any or not. It was the fact that he had made such a dramatic effort to thank Helen and Julie and pretty much just blew me right off. He laughed and told me I was the manager, you can't consider that help. I almost died.
What an ass!
Wasn't it Dave who didn't even show up for his own meeting? The meeting that I held without him because it was 'our' project that we were dealing with? Am I not the person who keeps pulling his flaming ass out of the fire? Am I not the person who continually helps him research acceptability criteria and make decisions?
Not anymore, I say. Obviously he isn't appreciating my help, so, the help stops right now.
This whole incident REALLY sucks, too. I was having such a great day. I was told this morning that our independent consultants that had audited the shop were really impressed with my areas, and the plant as a whole. But, what had really excited me was the fact that they had specifically mention the inspection and receiving departments and processes were "world class".
All I can say is, what an ass Dave is for ruining my good day.
Helen, Julie, and I are all sitting at my desk talking about events that happened earlier today when Dave shows up carrying a plastic grocery bag. From the bag he produces 2 tubs of cookie dough and hands Helen and Julie each a tub. He, in turn, thanks them both for being helpful to them and tells them and the cookie dough is his expression of gratitude.
So, I say, thanks a lot, I help you out too! I said it in a joking manner, but really, deep inside my feelings were hurt. It wasn't the lack of cookie dough that had hurt my feelings, because, I really could have cared less if I had gotten any or not. It was the fact that he had made such a dramatic effort to thank Helen and Julie and pretty much just blew me right off. He laughed and told me I was the manager, you can't consider that help. I almost died.
What an ass!
Wasn't it Dave who didn't even show up for his own meeting? The meeting that I held without him because it was 'our' project that we were dealing with? Am I not the person who keeps pulling his flaming ass out of the fire? Am I not the person who continually helps him research acceptability criteria and make decisions?
Not anymore, I say. Obviously he isn't appreciating my help, so, the help stops right now.
This whole incident REALLY sucks, too. I was having such a great day. I was told this morning that our independent consultants that had audited the shop were really impressed with my areas, and the plant as a whole. But, what had really excited me was the fact that they had specifically mention the inspection and receiving departments and processes were "world class".
All I can say is, what an ass Dave is for ruining my good day.
@ 1:29 PM
4 Comments:
Sounds like Dave is a world class asshole. Why bite the hand that feeds you???
That was just plain crass and hurtful. If he HAD to give anybody anything and didn't have enough to go around, he should have delivered it in private. How rude.
phoenix, I think you're right. He is a world class asshole. I get so angry sometimes, the more I try to be a good and decent person, the more horrible I get treated. I have to wonder why I even bother.
ben, I'm going to have to pass on helen rubbing her head on the cookie tray! LOL!! BTW, she has still not washed her hair. I do believe you have hit the nail right on the head too, I do think he is jealous.
terry, I think this is how Dave operates. I'm certain he knows what he did was awful, but, he feels better knowing I feel worse. At least I did get one thing in, I didn't let on that I was even one bit bothered by the whole production. If he knew I was, he would have won.
Call him Dough Boy from now on and say it in the style of Homer Simpson - DOH!!
Have a great weekend :)
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