whereupon, I rant.

I’ve put up with the various quirks and idiosyncrasies common to westerners working in corporate Japan for quite some time now and I think I’ve done very well, overall. But today I came this close to blowing my stack, just going COMPLETELY FUCKING NUTS, in front of the whole office, because MOST JAPANESE ADULTS ARE ACTUALLY JUST (SLIGHTLY) OVERGROWN CHILDREN… Ahh, now I feel much better with that off my chest.
So what set me off? (this time)
Our senior manager, in his infinite wisdom, has decided to enstate a “concentration period” from 12:25 to 2:40 PM every day, when we will not be allowed to leave our desks except to get printouts or use the CAD room. He specifically stated we could not talk, use the phone, or go to the restroom during this period. He says this is to raise the efficiency of this office. #@!”#””$#%!(‘(&%(%@”!!#%!! (motherfucker, say what?)
This rule goes into effect tomorrow.
I have already announced to my supervisor that I will take a piss whenever I damn well please, and asked how fucking old everyone in this office is that we have to be told when we can or can’t leave our FUCKING SEATS TO GET WORK DONE. I mean, give me a fucking break (and give me a fucking KitKat), how the fuck do you fucking expect us to be fucking competetive with other fucking electronics companies when you fuck us with these fucking stupid-ass rules and meaningless fucking exercises in fucking assfuckery?
But that’s not all, there’s a punchline to this fucking joke: At the end of his announcement, our great leader proudly announced that he got this brilliant idea from a television program he saw last week.
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8 thoughts on “whereupon, I rant.”

  1. Man, that is dumb.
    BTW, thanks for the nice comment on my blog… I was trying to email you back about it but I can’t find an email address for you anywhere!

  2. Wow, that supervisor’s a flaming dolt. “Concentration time” is a moronic idea. Do you get a bedroll and a cot, too? I suggest drinking a large bottle of water before happy time begins. And taking a piss whenever you feel the need.
    There’ve gotta be days that you miss the States.

  3. Thaat dude’s gotta go out with the trash.
    Can’t you complain to his boss or something?
    My main beef at work is that the president smokes in meetings, which opens the door for all the smokers to smoke. Yuck.

  4. Thanks guys, for allowing me to share the pain. The old man was bragging to some cronies in the break room just now about how this new policy is going to prove that “our section is a THINKING section” to the rest of the company. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHH!
    Tom, I miss the states but will forego them for a while from next year in lieu of coconuts and sandy beaches in Thailand.

  5. Had a manager just like that. After a few more brain farts like this nobody will notice him, or they’ll promote him…which is what happened to my idiot boss.
    The favorite saying about the office during his tenure was that he didn’t like the coffee untill he pissed in it first…
    OT: your liver and my liver have a date to keep in Osaka. The beer gardens opened last week… 😉

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