Hell and gone...

I have just got back to work from a couple of weeks on holiday (and most welcome they were, too!), to discover that my timing was absolutely perfect - I managed to miss the most recent hissy fit, and its aftermath.

As I think I've mentioned already, we're having a few problems with Anarchist Prime. The descriptive phrases "arrogant bastard", "sexist pig", and "power-hungry sod" get bandied about fairly regularly - especially after his latest incident. (The Office Gossip has been heard to describe him as a sexist pig, for those who work here and who may not have heard that one yet. The Grand Visier and I had talked about it somewhat seriously previously, and with a couple of of our other affected staff members, but it's interesting - not to mention a relief - to hear one of our local males come out with it too.)

While I was away, Human Resources arranged what they called a "Management Symposium". I wasn't invited, being just a humble underling (thank goodness. I wouldn't enjoy sitting through that sort of thing at all.). The focus, to those of us lucky enough to hear the true opinions of HR personnel, was (unofficially) Anarchist Prime, and getting him to cooperate.

It didn't work. I have been told that everybody had to get up and describe the role of their department, and that a 20 minute time-span was alotted. Anarchist Prime got up, and refused to stop talking, despite increasing pressure from Mr Big. (Mr Big finally interrupted him and said they'd continue this later. That was remarkably polite of him, I feel.)

HR also unveiled the new organisation chart, and this was when the brown stuff really hit the roundy roundy. The Production Manager and the Aseptic Services Manager had been put on the same level as Anarchist Prime. (Fair enough, I think, given that currently they are, essentially, Anarchist Prime's opposite numbers in Production. The other option would have been to increase Anarchist Prime's status to that of Mr Big's, and he would have been absolutely unbearable if HR had done that.) Anarchist Prime's response was, basically, to throw a temper tantrum, just like a five year old (although somewhat more coherently.). I would not have been at all surprised if he'd thrown himself on the floor and kicked and screamed.

That move has completely failed to endear him to anybody, especially our senior HR staff who were on the receiving end of this particular tanty.

Since then, our Reg Affairs Associate has managed to disassociate herself from him with the blessings and connivance of Mr Big (and well done to her for that - she gave me a rave review for her current supervisor, and I applaud him for it.).

After all that, I wandered out for morning tea, and discovered that the receptionist had also had reason to miss me dreadfully too, since the internet connection between here and Sydney had been playing up and a certain individual in Sydney had been asking her difficult questions about it. But he's the topic of a whole different rant.

At any rate, thanks to all of that, I'm a popular girl here this morning.