There’s help, then there’s “help”
When you’re stuck with tons of work, there’s nothing better than someone going out of their way to help you. Maybe it could be a last minute proof, maybe someone knows how to do something on Excel that you have no clue how to do, or maybe they just helped you channel the idea that was unwilling to sprout from your brain. You feel appreciative and give thanks for having that person near you, so they could have your back. This post isn’t about those people. This post is about the other people who instead of help, only “help”.
You know the type. The ones who send you reference material while CCing the Department Head. The type that sends you images with some of the visual references you’d sent the day before when you asked for help. The type of person who helps you only when others are watching, but that could care two fucks if you’re alone and the boss is on vacation. THAT type of person.
You see, when someone “helps” you, those quotations mainly imply that they are just helping themselves. Carbon copying key figures and maintaining other conversations between you and said person in private is also one of the cute components of “help”, because quite often, those ideas you shared so the “team” could grow, benefit an individual, and probably one you’re not too fond of helping.
I wonder what makes these people tick apart from greed and an inherent yearning for kissing ass that delves into the realm of licking, biting and playfully caressing the bunghole of a superior. The funny part is that these same people who “help” you, always need you to help them. No quotations, no carbon copying, no nothing. Just real help… and like a jackass you do.
I dunno. I just think that if we can’t really help each other, why bother “helping” each other. Sure you might win in the short, middle and long run, but you’ll simply justify every single crappy thing that happens to you.
Oh well. And by the way, when I finally do resign, don’t call me, I’ll “call” you.
Cheers
You know the type. The ones who send you reference material while CCing the Department Head. The type that sends you images with some of the visual references you’d sent the day before when you asked for help. The type of person who helps you only when others are watching, but that could care two fucks if you’re alone and the boss is on vacation. THAT type of person.
You see, when someone “helps” you, those quotations mainly imply that they are just helping themselves. Carbon copying key figures and maintaining other conversations between you and said person in private is also one of the cute components of “help”, because quite often, those ideas you shared so the “team” could grow, benefit an individual, and probably one you’re not too fond of helping.
I wonder what makes these people tick apart from greed and an inherent yearning for kissing ass that delves into the realm of licking, biting and playfully caressing the bunghole of a superior. The funny part is that these same people who “help” you, always need you to help them. No quotations, no carbon copying, no nothing. Just real help… and like a jackass you do.
I dunno. I just think that if we can’t really help each other, why bother “helping” each other. Sure you might win in the short, middle and long run, but you’ll simply justify every single crappy thing that happens to you.
Oh well. And by the way, when I finally do resign, don’t call me, I’ll “call” you.
Cheers
