Bastards....part deux

so....the other day, my boss took credit for something i did. now, i know that that is what bosses typically do. but he took credit for something i did and acted like it was a favor he did for me. what!?!?! tell me....what kind of person does that? what psychological reason for this? is he simply stupid and doesn't think i would connect these thoughts because he wouldn't? is it that he just doesn't give a shit about what i think? if that's the case...why bother doing it in the first place? is he trying to compensate for some lack of ability that he feels he should have (i know i think he's lacking)? bah....

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glomgold said…
That boss guy obviously sucks. bigtime! Goddammit, these higher-up types need a good shellacking.
11:32 PM
Sara said…
I'm curious which of the beasts it was. Doesn't surprise me, but it does enrage me. I'm ready to scrap.
10:48 AM
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