Cracking the Fucking Whip

Today at work I pledged my allegiance to becoming a seriously mean-ass bitch...starting Monday. I was taking a look at the books and comparing those figures to the general slack-ass-edness of the past couple months and have decided that, duh, there's a correllation.

Bossman isn't the sort of manager who will beat people over the head with the fact they signed contracts stating they would perform at a certain level. Starting on Monday I'm taking matters into my own hands. If they aren't meeting daily performance requirements I plan on making it very embarrassing to continue in such a manner.

I'm sick of having my my bonuses (which are meant to bring my salary up to a tolerable level) based on the activities of a bunch of lazy underperformers.

I've been monitoring the new kid's tasks nonstop since he started on Monday. I want him trained fast and correctly. I want problems corrected on the front end and him to be working like a damned dog until he gets it.

Just call me Taskmaster.