Had an argument with the glass repair bloke this morning. He took my car for a test drive, and then reckoned the whistling was coming from my air conditioning. What, since he put new glass in my window? How would that work? We had a drive together and I finally convinced him, after turning off the fan and putting the air on recirculate, that the noise was coming from the window. Anyway, he finally agreed to replace the glass at cost (gee, thanks), which he did. He then disappeared quick smart, and I went to work. It only happens now when I go faster, but IT’S STILL WHISTLING! I’m going to have to sell this car.
To top things off, Ronald (always Ronald — never Ron), Mister Compliance Manager, who now seems to think he’s my boss, but he’s not, Norman is, has decided to micro-manage me. Unfortunately, he has zero people skills. So, when I arrived at work today there was an email from him waiting for me, underlining a couple of insignificant errors I’d made in a cash-flow spreadsheet (a couple of misspellings of headings), cc’d to Stuart and Norman, my real bosses. Not only were they underlined, but also bolded and in red, and he’d somehow managed to insert a graphic that put circles around things. Sorry teacher, I’ll try to get all of my homework correct next time. I’ve only been doing this job for ten years, and we haven’t gone broke yet. If you’re going to go over everything I do in detail, why don’t you do the job yourself in future? How to give someone ownership of their job and enhance their morale. On the other hand, why did it upset me so much?
At least I got to see Ian again tonight. We had a good evening together, after I’d got the whistling and Ronald stories off my chest. He’s a bit of a child, but he does calm me down.
After he left, I felt satisfied, tired and sad.