Horrible Bosses

My resume has basically no one on it for references, due largely to the fact that I’m something of a loner. The two that are on there are former supervisors, one of whom I haven’t seen or spoken to in maybe eight years and likely has retired, so she should be removed. The second I am on awkward terms with due to a failed bromance. I’ve been thinking of asking my current and more recent supervisors for their seal of approval, but my last supervisor doesn’t give out references. Another, apparently, is a convicted felon.

I only found out yesterday that a former supervisor I worked with for two years robbed the store he transferred out to. I’m not talking about taking money from the till either. He went in with a mask, stole things off the shelf and got arrested a few minutes later by a cop waiting outside. That’s because the store he robbed, which is also the store he works in, is smack dab next to a police station. They couldn’t even call 9-1-1 in the time it took for him to have a pair of cuffs slapped on him. To recap: he went in to a place where he was very well known in a terrible disguise. I say terrible because the description of the suspect I found online has him pegged. To survey the scene of the crime the police wouldn’t even have to leave the station. They could have just pulled up the blinds and looked out the window. Plus, he stole tools, not money. At best he couldn’t have netted more than $500. It would have sucked if the police had to confiscate the good as evidence, because I don’t think he even made it out of the parking lot. The dude obviously had some kind of breakdown to think any of this was a good idea. It’s like how in the first episode of Prison Break the guy gets himself arrested on purpose.

Now: obviously when someone you know gets arrested in the stupidest manner possible, it makes for juicy gossip. This happened over a year ago, and I found out yesterday. Yesterday being a relative term because it took me weeks to finish this post.

Thing is: I applied for the same job as he did, and they chose him. Twice. Despite having actual credentials, and experience, they decided that I wasn’t even in the running. They made him my supervisor, then switched his department, then switched him back. They chose a dude who’d rob his own store over me. That’s depressing as fuck. That’s like taking the worst possible candidate, and then saying you’re even worse than that. “You were five minutes late yesterday, so we’re giving the job to this escaped mental patient, Phil. Now get the FUCK OUT MY OFFICE!”

FUCK and YOU, good sirs.