What Do I Want To Do?

Somewhere soon, I think work and I are going to come to a crunch point. Currently we’re back to the exact same point we were in a year ago when I joined the company. Arsehole Boss has returned, and the entire thing’s turning into a vanity project – the man wants his name under every role – CEO, CTO, Senior Developer, Senior Web Developer, and probably Chief Cook and Bottle Washer too, given the chance.

This wouldn’t be so bad if he actually knew what he was banging on about, but he doesn’t. Because he can “create a site” using some shitty-ass piece of crap like Mambo or WordPress (he’s used both, and they’re “proper sites”) he thinks he can write PHP, and know what he’s doing. I’ve seen the stuff he’s *cough* ‘written’, and man, it’s fucking bad.

Anyway, morale company-wide is at rock-bottom. They’re trying to move the office to a place that’s convenient for Arsehole Boss and Arsehole Boss’s Bitch (AB is based in Spain at the moment, but ABB seems happy to just do whatever AB wants) and is inconvenient for everyone else. The current place they’re looking at would increase my travel costs five times, which is a not-insignificant amount.

So I don’t know what’s going to happen at the moment. I’ve got a lot of irons ready to go in the fire, and I think now that the Easter weekend is going to be spent stoking those fires so it can all go ahead without too much hassle. I’m sure I’ll write more about it over the weekend.

The current work position isn’t quite untenable, but it does come down to “If I keep working for AB, the simplest way is to go with the flow, not argue anything, let him get on with it, and say nothing”. But I know that in that case, it’ll stress me out more than is sane (I don’t do “say nothing” very well, when faced with weapons-grade stupidity) and really, when all’s said and done, do I want to be another of AB’s bitches?

Yes, the money’s great here, but do I want to prostitute my sanity and ideas?