This is the thread where we finally find out who here works for the biggest ass.

He's a major ass but that makes me sympathise a tad. It's the people who knowingly move into club central and then complain about the noise that I want to tickle with a chainsaw.

I live in Washington DC and do not own a car.

The muster is in Middletown, PA, 128 miles away.

If I do not attend I could be eligible for a 45-day active duty rotation or other punitive action.

US CODE TITLE 10 SECTION 12319:
(a) Under regulations prescribed by the Secretary of Defense, a member of the Ready Reserve may be ordered without his consent to muster duty one time each year. A member ordered to muster duty under this section shall be required to perform a minimum of two hours of muster duty on the day of muster.
(b) The period which a member may be required to devote to muster duty under this section, including round-trip travel to and from the location of that duty, may not total more than one day each calendar year.
(c) Except as specified in subsection (d), muster duty (and travel directly to and from that duty) under this section shall be treated as the equivalent of inactive-duty training (and travel directly to and from that training) for the purposes of this title and the provisions of title 37 (other than section 206 (a)) and title 38, including provisions relating to the determination of eligibility for and the receipt of benefits and entitlements provided under those titles for Reserves performing inactive-duty training and for their dependents and survivors.
(d) Muster duty under this section shall not be credited in determining entitlement to, or in computing, retired pay under chapter 1223 of this title.

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I win.

When I read this, I did a double-take. Did I start this thread? Boss is an ass... check. Bottom floor of his townhose is the office... check. But then the details differ.

My boss's favorite passtime is fucking something up, failing to pay attention to something, losing something, etc, and then blaming someone else, loudly and over the phone, usually. I feel so sorry for everyone who does any sort of work for him. Lately our printers were a few days late with the magazine, but only because he made so many last-minute changes that, really, they were doing the best they could. NOT GOOD ENOUGH! I WANT A DISCOUNT! Or we set up an online merchant account and then got a bill for the $125 settup fee. I tried to explain to him that this was standard, and a better deal than you get most places. NOT ACCEPTABLE! WHY WASN'T I TOLD?! I WANT IT FREE! And then I got bitched out for not telling him about the fees. I went back to the application and went through it with him. "Those are the interest rates, that's the monthly fee, that's the setup fee, and that's your signature." Didn't matter. I was still blamed because he didn't read the contract.

I could fill this thread up by myself, I really could. Though Thermo's boss does sound like more an outright jerk, instead of just a pushy idiot.

I swear that's how I read it.

I used to work for a guy who was married, but also had 4 "other women" on the go. (!!!) It got a bit much for him, so he tried to pass one of them on to me. "She's (raises eyebrows) good, you know.... And... she can cook!" His very words.

It's good to know that even though I missed work yesterday, nothing has changed. The same argument is going on today as was all day Tuesday -- the same maddeningly stupid argument. My boss simply will not accept that he was indeed served notice by the city that they were going to build a pipeline under a piece of his property. Tuesday we knew that the city served him notice in an indirect way, and his argument was that that isn't good enough. Legally, the lawyer patiently explained, there is no difference. This morning my boss found the fax in which he was served notice, directly and unquestionably. "But I just found it this morning!" he pleaded to his lawyer. His lawyer became angry at him, as we all do sooner or later. "I CANNOT ARGUE THAT YOU WERE NEVER SERVED NOTICE WHEN THAT PIECE OF PAPER IS IN YOUR HAND."

Addendum: this is still going on in the other room. The lawyer is yelling at him. "YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE. THIS IS A WASTE OF YOUR TIME AND MONEY. YOU HAVE NO CASE." Another lawyer just left a few minutes ago, and told him the same thing. He won't accept it. He still wants to take it to court, just because... why? Because he believes that he's right? He didn't go to law school, why would he believe that? Why would he retain legal counsel and then refuse to believe what they say? HOW FUCKING PIG-HEADED CAN ONE MAN BE?

We've been working for the same person.
What you described is my boss on any given day.

One competition I am glad to be losing today.

*I* work for the biggest ass!

see you at burr1t0 b0yz.

"The bank never notified me."

Well, no, but YOU WERE NOTIFIED. This, the lawyer informs him, is a violation of civil procedure, and a crime.

"It's not lying!" my boss says. (Again, everyone here is speaking at just below a yell.) "That's true!"

"Yes, but what is the underlying intention of your saying that?" the lawyer asks.

My boss became furious at this point. I don't remember all of what he said, but it included at some point "You have to stop calling me a liar" and "I'm not an idiot!" and, finally and shockingly, "I believe this issue is going to damage our relationship. What would you rather do -- continue to argue with me or continue our relationship?"

"I'm just trying to protect you," the lawyer says gamely.

"I don't need you to protect me! I know what I'm doing!"

And what he is doing, what he is bound and determined to do is to break the law and lie in court. He seems to be operating under two main mistaken assumptions: 1) that he is not an idiot, and 2) that everyone else is. The lawyer told him at meeting's end that he would not discuss the case any further for fear of getting to trouble himself. And what is all this about? A few bucks, of course. A few thousand bucks. It's not worth perjury at any rate, not to a normal person.

Of course this is instructive to me. I already knew not to argue with my boss, but I figured it was just a rule of thumb, and that you had to pick your battles, and if anything was ever really important, etc. No. Not the case. Don't ever argue with him, ever. He will not let it go, and will sooner FUCKING FIRE YOU than admit that he is wrong. Especially when he's REALLY, REALLY wrong.

This is an ad I did for last issue. It's not art, but it's not bad, either. I wish these people had a decent logo, but they don't and that's life.

Now as soon as my boss saw this, he freaked out. He thought it was terrible. No ad should have copy, as far as he's concerned. All logos should be huge and at the top of the page, like headlines. And red. Of course, as many things should be red as possible. And you have to get as much information on the page as possible, presentation be damned. This is what he turned my little ad into.

The worst part is, he didn't sit down at his own computer and squeeze out this turd, he made me do it, step by step, with him backseat driving my mouse the whole time. It took hours. This happens with every single ad I do, no kidding. After my first flush of blood pressure and my first lost argument over whatever it is that I'm trying to argue about, I reach a kind of zen state. I just move the mouse. I am merely the instrument through which the worst design sense the world has ever known flows.

that place also has the worst sign EVER EVER EVER!!!

photoshop has ruined the art of signage