Human Inertia
The third worst boss I ever had was a guy I called Human Inertia. This is when I worked for Galactic Invertebrates, which was an innovator in the field of bending over to a**holes with money. As I once wrote regarding GI,
Human Inertia was my direct supervisor, which meant that I spent a lot of time explaining my job to him and walking around him. Every week we would have a team meeting at which I would tell him what he had failed to prevent me from doing over the course of the previous week. He would throw some additional obstacles at me, which I would ridicule or ignore, depending on my mood. One time he told me that I wasn't really allowed to work from home two days a week, to which I responded, "Okay, but I'm going to keep doing it." I smiled to indicate that it had been a good talk.
At the end of the meeting we'd review the Action Items that had been assigned. Occasionally Human Inertia would take an Action Item, just for laughs, like that time I pretended to be lifting an 80' tall bronze statue of a horse.
If productivity was measured in PowerPoint presentations, Human Inertia would have single-handedly skewed the GDP. He had slides for every possible made-up statistic or unlikely hypothetical situation. There was virtually no correlation between anything on the slides and anything that actually existed. There were slides for profitability, customer satisfaction, gnomes, unicorns.... Eventually the presentation would devolve into a impenetrable Mobius strip of self-reference: "Here's a graph showing the ratio of time I spend doing PowerPoint Presentations to time time spent doing actual work; here's one showing the percentage of graphs in this presentation containing pure fabricated nonsense; here's a graph showing the alarming escalation of the the pointlessness of these graphs...."
At one point there was a plan under discussion that involved getting approval from Human Inertia before starting any projects. I was astounded that they would consider such a plan, because it would essentially prevent any work from ever being done. Every proposal would languish in limbo forever, collecting dust on Human Inertia's desk. I was all ready to raise a big fuss about this new process being completely unworkable when I remembered a crucial fact: Before it could be enacted, the approval process itself would have to be approved by Human Inertia. Needless to say, that was another horse that didn't get lifted. This would not be the last time that I would be spared by the H.I.P. (Human Inertia Paradox), in which the prevention of work is prevented by the prevention of work.
The only thing that really worried me about Human Inertia was that he was technically in charge of the company's finances. I tried not to think about it, but every once in a while he'd say something so dumb that I'd have to immediately run to the bank and cash my paycheck, just to make sure they had real money in their account.
He was the kind of guy who used to repeat idiotic urban legends like the one about how the average person swallows four spiders a year in their sleep. I can't fathom what, if anything, is going on in the head of someone who repeats something like that. Did he imagine that there was a university somewhere that had greenlit a study in which people were observed for 8 hours every night to find out how many spiders they swallowed? I tried to envision what the log book for that study would look like:
Day 1: No spiders
Day 2: No spiders
Day 3: No spiders
Day 4: No spiders
Day 5: No spiders
Day 6: No spiders
Day 7: No spiders
Day 8: No spiders
Day 9: No spiders
Day 10: No spiders
Day 11: No spiders
Day 12: No spiders
Day 13: No spiders
Day 14: No spiders
Day 15: No spiders
Day 16: No spiders
Day 17: SPIDER!!!!
Day 18: No spiders
Day 19: No spiders
Day 20: No spiders
...
What would the interpersonal dynamics of such a study be? Would the observer tell the subject if they swallowed a spider on a given night?
"So, how'd you sleep last night, Bob?"
"Umm, pretty good. Why?"
"Oh, no reason. No reason." (Stifles laughter)
"Did I... I swallowed a spider last night, didn't I?!"
"Nooooo.... I mean, I'm not really supposed to say either way, but no, you didn't."
"Really?"
"Really. No spiders. None. I haven't even seen any spiders, to be honest."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Okay, good. But you would tell me if I did, right?"
"Well, I'm not supposed to, but yeah, I would."
"Good, thanks. Whew. I feel better."
"Hey, that's what I'm here for. So... any weird dreams last night? Like maybe about something crawling into your mouth?"
It was bad enough when Human Inertia would blather on about swallowed spiders or string theory, but what really worried me was when he would pontificate on something business-related. For example, he once predicted, a few days before its release, that The DaVinci Code was going to be the top grossing movie of all time. Now I don't pretend to be a business expert or a movie expert (ok, sometimes I pretend to be a movie expert), but I could give you about 28 reasons off the top of my head why The DaVinci Code wasn't going to even going to outgross Forrest Gump, let alone Titanic. First, it's not a "family-friendly movie." Second, it got lousy reviews. Third, a lot of people planned on boycotting it because of its subject matter. Fourth, people want to see Tom Hanks playing a retard, not playing a smart guy with retarded hair. I could go on.
Human Inertia ranks only third on my list of Worst Bosses Ever because once you got used to him, he was pretty manageable. He had almost no attention span. I used to send him long, boring emails with some crucial information that I didn't want him to know buried in the third paragraph. He'd find out about whatever it was too late to stop it, and I would just shrug and say, "I sent you an email...."
If you really wanted him to know something, you had to break it into three bullet points, each no longer than this sentence. He could, on a good day, digest up to five bullet points, or 1 2/3 emails. He would copy and paste these bullet points onto a slide, which he would then present at the next quarterly meeting, along with a graph indicating that he fully understood roughly 14% of the bullet points he had been sent that quarter. I once joked that I was going to draw a cartoon of him as Moses receiving the Ten Commandments on Mount Sinai. He would be saying to God, "This is great, but can you boil it down to three bullet points?"
He left Galactic Invertebrates shortly after I retired. I hear he's working for a big Silicon Valley company now. I won't tell you the name, but according to my thesaurus, it's a synonym for ignoramus and buffoon.
I hope they like PowerPoint presentations.
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The very name of the company heralds its commitment to going to unprecedented lengths to seek out new life forms and bend over for them. You remember when scientists found water on Mars and there was a buzz about how Mars might once have supported life? Well, GI immediately put together an expedition which traveled to Mars, went back in time ten million years, scoured the surface of the planet until they found a small patch of primitive lichens, and bent over for them. That's how good they are.Human Inertia was paid six figures to prevent anything upsetting from happening at Galactic Invertebrates, such as "work" or "productivity." His motto was that if you haven't done anything, then you haven't done anything wrong. Human Inertia was a WMD (Well Meaning Dufus) who, like George W. Bush, had an MBA. (That should be good for a few Google searches).
Human Inertia was my direct supervisor, which meant that I spent a lot of time explaining my job to him and walking around him. Every week we would have a team meeting at which I would tell him what he had failed to prevent me from doing over the course of the previous week. He would throw some additional obstacles at me, which I would ridicule or ignore, depending on my mood. One time he told me that I wasn't really allowed to work from home two days a week, to which I responded, "Okay, but I'm going to keep doing it." I smiled to indicate that it had been a good talk.
At the end of the meeting we'd review the Action Items that had been assigned. Occasionally Human Inertia would take an Action Item, just for laughs, like that time I pretended to be lifting an 80' tall bronze statue of a horse.
If productivity was measured in PowerPoint presentations, Human Inertia would have single-handedly skewed the GDP. He had slides for every possible made-up statistic or unlikely hypothetical situation. There was virtually no correlation between anything on the slides and anything that actually existed. There were slides for profitability, customer satisfaction, gnomes, unicorns.... Eventually the presentation would devolve into a impenetrable Mobius strip of self-reference: "Here's a graph showing the ratio of time I spend doing PowerPoint Presentations to time time spent doing actual work; here's one showing the percentage of graphs in this presentation containing pure fabricated nonsense; here's a graph showing the alarming escalation of the the pointlessness of these graphs...."At one point there was a plan under discussion that involved getting approval from Human Inertia before starting any projects. I was astounded that they would consider such a plan, because it would essentially prevent any work from ever being done. Every proposal would languish in limbo forever, collecting dust on Human Inertia's desk. I was all ready to raise a big fuss about this new process being completely unworkable when I remembered a crucial fact: Before it could be enacted, the approval process itself would have to be approved by Human Inertia. Needless to say, that was another horse that didn't get lifted. This would not be the last time that I would be spared by the H.I.P. (Human Inertia Paradox), in which the prevention of work is prevented by the prevention of work.
The only thing that really worried me about Human Inertia was that he was technically in charge of the company's finances. I tried not to think about it, but every once in a while he'd say something so dumb that I'd have to immediately run to the bank and cash my paycheck, just to make sure they had real money in their account.
He was the kind of guy who used to repeat idiotic urban legends like the one about how the average person swallows four spiders a year in their sleep. I can't fathom what, if anything, is going on in the head of someone who repeats something like that. Did he imagine that there was a university somewhere that had greenlit a study in which people were observed for 8 hours every night to find out how many spiders they swallowed? I tried to envision what the log book for that study would look like:
Day 1: No spiders
Day 2: No spiders
Day 3: No spiders
Day 4: No spiders
Day 5: No spiders
Day 6: No spiders
Day 7: No spiders
Day 8: No spiders
Day 9: No spiders
Day 10: No spiders
Day 11: No spiders
Day 12: No spiders
Day 13: No spiders
Day 14: No spiders
Day 15: No spiders
Day 16: No spiders
Day 17: SPIDER!!!!
Day 18: No spiders
Day 19: No spiders
Day 20: No spiders
...
What would the interpersonal dynamics of such a study be? Would the observer tell the subject if they swallowed a spider on a given night?
"So, how'd you sleep last night, Bob?"
"Umm, pretty good. Why?"
"Oh, no reason. No reason." (Stifles laughter)
"Did I... I swallowed a spider last night, didn't I?!"
"Nooooo.... I mean, I'm not really supposed to say either way, but no, you didn't."
"Really?"
"Really. No spiders. None. I haven't even seen any spiders, to be honest."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Okay, good. But you would tell me if I did, right?"
"Well, I'm not supposed to, but yeah, I would."
"Good, thanks. Whew. I feel better."
"Hey, that's what I'm here for. So... any weird dreams last night? Like maybe about something crawling into your mouth?"
It was bad enough when Human Inertia would blather on about swallowed spiders or string theory, but what really worried me was when he would pontificate on something business-related. For example, he once predicted, a few days before its release, that The DaVinci Code was going to be the top grossing movie of all time. Now I don't pretend to be a business expert or a movie expert (ok, sometimes I pretend to be a movie expert), but I could give you about 28 reasons off the top of my head why The DaVinci Code wasn't going to even going to outgross Forrest Gump, let alone Titanic. First, it's not a "family-friendly movie." Second, it got lousy reviews. Third, a lot of people planned on boycotting it because of its subject matter. Fourth, people want to see Tom Hanks playing a retard, not playing a smart guy with retarded hair. I could go on.Human Inertia ranks only third on my list of Worst Bosses Ever because once you got used to him, he was pretty manageable. He had almost no attention span. I used to send him long, boring emails with some crucial information that I didn't want him to know buried in the third paragraph. He'd find out about whatever it was too late to stop it, and I would just shrug and say, "I sent you an email...."
If you really wanted him to know something, you had to break it into three bullet points, each no longer than this sentence. He could, on a good day, digest up to five bullet points, or 1 2/3 emails. He would copy and paste these bullet points onto a slide, which he would then present at the next quarterly meeting, along with a graph indicating that he fully understood roughly 14% of the bullet points he had been sent that quarter. I once joked that I was going to draw a cartoon of him as Moses receiving the Ten Commandments on Mount Sinai. He would be saying to God, "This is great, but can you boil it down to three bullet points?"
He left Galactic Invertebrates shortly after I retired. I hear he's working for a big Silicon Valley company now. I won't tell you the name, but according to my thesaurus, it's a synonym for ignoramus and buffoon.
I hope they like PowerPoint presentations.
Did you enjoy this post? There's plenty more like it in my book, Antisocial Commentary. Order your copy and help me to not have to get a real job, so I can keep writing this crap. Thanks!
Humor-blogs.com has prevented more work from being done than any other website. Also, it has swallowed at least six spiders this year alone.
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Woah, you totally gave me a flashback to the corporation I quit 12 years ago.
I don't see how people like that are able to drive a car, tie their shoes etc...
Note to self: Always go to the bathroom before reading this blog. You don't want to wet yourself, again...
I'd never given much thought as to how they figured out how many spiders are swallowed. But I like your scenario!!
I've totally heard that spider bit too.. but it was 8 spiders a week. Looks like Science Investigations Inc and the Squad for the Prevention of Animal Digestion (... the vegetarians?) need to rock, paper, scissors for the wikipedia entry!
I love how you can wander through several topics without once using the phrase, "But I digress".
But what was that passing reference to "string theory"? I thought string actually existed! Is it really something like the "theory of gravity"?
LOL, great post! You crack me up. I love how you called him Human Inertia, I have known people like that too!
Hahaha! Excellent post, sir!
Are you sure this guy didn't start his career as a school administrator?
You mean my family can finally sleep sans medical masks? Bless you.
This post was too damn funny and I also like, as Jami pointed out, how you seamlessly weave your little post-web. Book material ;)
Oh and I am glad that you clarified what giant item you were wrassling in the picture.
you say he is in silicon valley now? here i thought maybe he was in the white house....
Heh! He sounds like the kind of fellow you could learn to love after a life spent wrestling alligators. The spider thing could be true, though, it just takes a few compulsive spider-eaters to bump up the average.
Yup. The overnight spider-eating will only enhance your google search dynamic... I need to learn from this. Now I'm just getting hits from people looking for plumbers (and) housewives. (What's scarier is that they stay...)
G'day from Oz,
Human Inertia? Thank goodness I've never worked with a bloke like that.
Newspapers, where I've spent my life, are a very creative place, so I've been spared that torture.
However, you might enjoy a short post called `Home Malone' on my site - about the workplace and bosses.
Cheers, mate
David
Ah, a horse's leg huh? Until I read that I thought you were trying to hold up a severely malnutritioned penis.
You read this and wonder how come researchers miss the obvious reasons while trying to understand why most people hate their jobs :)
I think we had the same boss.
Spiders are best eaten dipped in chocolate.
OMG I just went on statcounter.com and there's a banner ad for LiveSearch. It asks: "Do we eat spiders in our sleep?" lol
Haha... I totally told someone about eating spiders at night, yesterday... haha... But I know that it's probably not true. But what if it is???
You have to be careful to not actually chew the spiders as the legs tend to get stuck between your teeth too easily.
Spiders? In my mouth? AT night?? ~spits~ Now I will never get to sleep.
Loved the Power Point stuff - I hate Power Point Presentations!
The mind-boggling question - how do people like Human Inertia ever attain positions of (so-called) power in the work force? There are way too many of them out there.
I can be Inert. I've just never earned the big bucks for doing so.
Did Human Inertia go to work at Cisco Systems? Because I am pretty sure he was my boss when I was working there.
Short? Balding? Forwarded e-mails about vipers and AIDS-infected needles in McDonald's ball pits?
Well, there is something to be said about a boss like that in terms of predictability and manageability. I've had bosses who were brilliant, but working for them led to peptic ulcers, and sleepless nights - and that was when things were going well! :)
Secret agents are action items in action
I don't think I've laughed so hard in a while. I loved this!
did i enjoy this post? you bet i did! that said, whaddaya mean there's more like this? i thought it WAS the book. not that i'm complaining about the length and/or my short attention span, mind you, but still...
*rubs tired eyes*
Classic Diesel! I loved this post.
The best thing I learned from my worst boss was how they eat pita bread and hummus in Damascus.
P.S. I think Meijer Gardens would appreciate it if you stopped hurling their sculptures into outer space. There are only a couple of those DaVinci horse thingies in the entire world.
The opposite of human inertia is testicular momentum.
Hammer - I know, and this guy was making like 10 times what particularly gifted ditch diggers were making.
Cooth - Actually, I think they probably just extrapolate from how many spiders people swallow when they're awake.
Lisa - I wonder how many you can ingest and still call yourself a vegetarian?
Jami - I figure my entire life is one big digression. And no, there are no strings. Or spoons.
MyUtopia - Thanks! Although I suppose Human Friction would be more accurate, since inertia implies that once in motion, he'd stay in motion. Human Friction sounds hella gross though.
Howard - Thank you, sir!
Joel B. - Well there's no chance he ever did any actual work, so it's possible.
G - It'll have to go into the next book. Trust me, I've got a lot more work-related stuff I've been holding back. :)
Lime - If he were in the White House, we'd still be trying to pass a U.N. resolution against Iraq.
Gorilla Bananas - Excellent point! I hadn't thought of that.
Madmad - Eating spiders and W. in one post should get me some interesting traffic.
David - Never? Really? I think I'm moving to Australia.
Jeff - Every day of my life.
Chris C - Like the spiders, you mean?
Jenn - Mmmmm... chocolate spiders...
Eric AP - We'll never know... unless I get federal funding for my study.
Susan - Good to know!
Princess - And don't even think about all the other places they might get in.
Beth - Connections. And even dumber people doing the hiring.
QoD - I don't think so, but that sure sounds like him.
HollyGL - Yeah, sometime I'll tell you about #1 and #2. :)
OE - Indeed.
Cheri - Thank you! Glad you liked it. Tell your friends! Buy my book! I'm sounding desperate!
Beatrice - I'm surprised it too so long for someone to complain about the length. Sometimes I just get on a roll. :)
Glacial Spain - Yeah, I think this is pretty much the quintessential Diesel post. It's got everything: Stupid people, bizarre digressions, movies, spiders, me trying to sound smart....
Al - Nuts! I just missed you.
I think I know him. He musta been cloned, because now that I think about it, there's too many of his kind around.
Spiders? I need to tie a bandanna around my mouth tonight...on second thought, what I don't know doesn't hurt. (Don't quote me on that, though.
Human Inertia could make an alcoholic out of a saint.
"And she counted the spiders...as they crawled up inside her" — Smashing Pumpkins, now it's stuck in my head. Thanks for the laughs!! Maybe someone should let Human Inertia know his moment in the spotlight seems to have been swiped by spiders!
Once again, hubby asks, what the hell is so funny over there? It's just Diesel again I reply. LOL (I'm gonna let him borrow The Book someday so he can laugh too)
I swallowed a spider once -not asleep either, just a kid riding a bike under a willow tree. Ewwww!
I think you made me pee my pants.
Can't wait to hear about the morons filling out the #1 & 2 spots.
I think my DH worked for GI also, and had that same boss...
It's amazing how many of them are out there. Bosses of that ilk, not spiders.
Well, there are a lot of spiders...
You are very talented... I loved reading every word of this post! I heard is was 8 spiders in a lifetime... which led to hysteria in mmy youngest daughter.. she now believes that every spider in her apartment is planning to repel into her mouth and that they actually compete in little spidey olympics to see who can make it the fastest..
I could never work for HI.. my head would explode, or I would run him down in the parking lot...
Well written!
I think every place has someone like that. Usually, they're related or sleeping with someone else in the company. Or maybe "daddy" bought them a degree from some snooty college like San Francisco State.
I'm thinking that maybe this was a "self-realization" post and you were writing about who you were before becoming a big-time blogger.
I'm right, ain't I. Admit it! You've been outed.
No string OR spoons? Then what in the name of all that's holy is all that shit in the kitchen junk drawer? Sure, some of it is spiders but ...
I know swallowing spiders is true. I pretended to sleep every night for a year straight and when the spider entered my mouth, I would quickly chew it up and smear it on the ceiling warning other spiders. I only caught like 3 though.
This is one of your best ever, Diesel.
Human Inertia was my direct supervisor, which meant that I spent a lot of time explaining my job to him and walking around him.
Classic!