Troy's Rants and Ravings

Responding to the voices in his head, the lead jack-off at The Princess’ old job finally “quit” [giggle, I said "quit"!! giggle] due to “stress”. [Oh, yeah, you betcha, sure! The stress was that the MOFO could no longer speak clearly with his head so far up his ass!!]

My personal opinion of this CRETIN is much less than polite. I am thinking that maybe the idea that he knows if I ever see him again, he may not enjoy the encounter all that much…

Ok let me start at the beginning, because, well, if I start at the end I would be done by now, eh?

[Now before we start: If ANYONE gets the wild-assed idea to sue me for the opinions that I express here, allow me to make you this promise: I have received the word of those who know the facts of the matter that they would be PROUD to stand beside me in a court of law and expose this POS for what he is... And the word of these people can be trusted...after all, they are not named Bob Krotonsky. And my brother-in-law is, in fact, a trial lawyer...So sue away, he has much more to lose than I do anyway…]

A few years ago, before landing my current alignment gig, I was a full line, bumper to bumper tech working along nice as you please. The team’s service writer quit to move back east with his new wife. A new service writer was hired by the name of Bob Krotonsky. Bob started out in the auto business as a liar, cheat, thief and general technical disaster. According to those who have had the severe displeasure to work with him and witness his “work”, this did not change between the time he quit being a lying, cheating, stealing lube tech, moved up the ranks to totally incompetent lying, cheating, stealing technician and then jumped ship to be a absolute moron, lying, cheating, stealing service writer.

I used to jokingly refer to my removal from his team as being “tossed off the island…” after I was unceremoniously dumped from his team without ever being asked what _I_ thought of the matter. You see he has a “friend” ( if you can say that Bob has ever known anyone other than future victims that he refers to as “friends”…) that could not work with certain individuals in the shop. Bob wanted his vic- er, uh, “Friend” to work on his team and so decided that I would then go to a different team to work, seeing as how I am a relatively good tech and would complement any team I worked on…

OK to make a long story dull, Bob’s “friend” spent more time working on Bob’s car than he did on customer’s cars. I ended up losing my ass as my pay went down about 75% due to the shop politics at the time…politics that Bob stirred furiously.

Fast forward 9 months: A new dealer opens in town. It is a state of the art facility. Bob’s Service Manager “friend” offers him a job as lead service writer. Bob leaves for new dealership and takes several key techs with him. The Princess is hired at new dealership and enjoys the people she meets, except that she feels that Bob is kind of a “snake”…

Fast forward 18 months: Bob has sabotaged his “friend” the service manager. The same one whose coat tails he rode to become “Service Drive Manager”, he has watched the new “system” he, (while not creating it) instituted so poorly that he single-handedly nearly destroyed the dealership’s reputation.

I guess our first real fear about his dictatorship directly hurting us was when he abandoned his desire to be a drive manager and started his drive to become Service Director. To do that the young dealership General Manager became Bob’s newest “friend”. (Now it must be made known that the dealership’s owner had no clue what was going on in his service dept… He listened to Bob…and then believed him) As a service drive manager, Bob was responsible for the writers on the service drive. That means training them to do their jobs correctly. As I have consequently learned, some knowledge of what you are teaching is a requirement that Bob is still sorely lacking. The drive started its nose dive under his “guidance”. This job has nothing to do with hiring technicians. Yet he would sit in and critique prospective techs to see if he could have his way with them rather than hire the best techs money could buy. No truly outstanding journeyman line wrench would ever work for this clown given the choice….

Next:

The thing about working as an automotive mechanic is there is only one guarantee…shit happens

So some shit happened. It was a large pile, so to speak. Huge in fact.

Service manager is terminated due to the fact his back is riddled with stab wounds… Seems his “friend” had hacked and chopped at him for so long that he finally bled out and died. Not to say the SM did not have his own issues ( he did ), but Good ‘Ol Bob was behind him all the way…all the way pushing him out the door!!!!

Then another stinky pile appears…

Instead of keep said shit in his own department and dealing with it professionally, Bob feels the need to run just as fast as his short fat legs will go right to the owner. Owner comes unglued and terminates a person who could have been a significant threat to Bob’s plan for Dealership Domination. Details are widely available – ask around.

2 down.

The Service Department is bleeding money, everyone is running scared and the quality of employees is something akin to the movie Office Spaces.

The princess at some point calls a spade, a spade. She stares directly at Bob Krotonsky and calls him a liar to his face. She has signed her own death warrant.

He starts a campaign against her when she sees the sea change happening and starts in with conversations like “So why are you so tired and not happy? Do you need more money?”

No, Bob. I want you to do your job. Train the people you hire.

“So you need more money, is that it?”

Bob, I spend 5 hours of my day correcting mistakes by people it is your responsibility to train.

“So if you got more money you would be happy.”

Bob, I have a very important job making sure all the warranty invoices are corrected, posted, collected and accounted for. If everyone does their job I can breeze through it and then do some training to get your people up to speed, but if -

“So what you’re saying is that if I paid you more you would be able to get this handled and you would be happy.”

Bob, it is NOT ABOUT MONEY!!!!

“I know asking for money because you think you deserve it is hard to do… So if money will make you feel better about your job, just say so…”

Muttering: you’re right Bob it’s all about the money!!!! That will make me all better!!! Happy now??!!!!

So of course Bob feels the need to run just as fast as his short fat legs will go right to the General Manager and the Owner. Point blank accuses my Princess of refusing to take on additional responsibilities. Uses all the Politically Correct Termination Phrases (which is the name of my new band, they’re opening for Nuns with Nasty Habits at Carlin’s bar and grill. Try the deep dish clam and calamari shooters! mmmmm yummy) like:

“Doesn’t play well with the other children”

“Won’t do her assigned duties unless she gets more money”

“Refuses to submit to my authoritay!!”

“More of a detriment than an asset” ( sorry for using the word “detriment”, I know he does not have that good a vocabulary but I know my 6 readers have a better vocab than he does….hell, everyone has a better vocab than that blooming idiot does…)

Anyway so he loads all forward tubes and fires a full spread. Boom!!! One afternoon, with no warning, the Princess is torpedoed. She looks at Bob who refuses to even look at her and asks why. She is informed by the GM that due to the state being an “at will employment” state no reason is required for termination except that “we no longer want you…” The pair of them then turn on their heels and run away like it’s no big deal that they just cut loose one of the few real assets that dealership had.

Well, as predicted, Bob, in his extreme incompetence, could not control that thing he had wrought.

CSI (Customer Satisfaction Index) starts to plummet. Bob fires good techs as a consequence and then hires “kids” fresh out of tech school with no real world experience and no journeyman techs to teach them. Service drive tarts (Big boobs? Small butt? Exhibitionist? You’re HIRED!!!!) who know absolutely nothing about cars are pissing people off with their stupidity. CSI drops further. Bob starts firing everyone smarter than him and then reconsiders when it occurs to him everyone older that 3 is smarter than him… He is in a death spiral. He ignores it. And I am tickled to death to be witnessing it.

He was cruising along in the stratosphere of his own self importance at a local Air Show when 2 of my fellow co-workers saw him and his family at the Auto Manufacturer’s sponser’s tent. His wife looked hard down her more than likely store bought nose at these 2 fellows who had as much right to be there as they did and mentions to her husband that “the riff raff have arrived!!” His response is to gather his family about him and announce haughtily “Well, they will just about let anyone in here won’t they??!!” At which they all laughed up their sleeves and proceeded to gorge themselves on the free food and drink, all the while ignoring ( at best ) or sneering ( at worst ) at the lowly technicians in their midst, befouling the air with their presence… All the while Bob Plots his “friendship ladder” eyeballing the VP North America job spot…

As is so typical (or as my oldest step-son, Jesse, would term it: “Fucking Karma, man…”) and absolutely delightful is his fall from grace. I do not think his, uh, stress-caused resignation was a, ahh, “Voluntary” admission that he could no longer fulfill his responsibilities. Just my opinion grant you, but the statement and idea that he could ever in the first place “fulfill his responsibilities” is something of a joke so huge that the whole world laughs at the audacity of it…

He is so completely incompetent I am sure his dad had to show him repeatedly the technique to impregnate his wife, if he did in fact not totally fuck that up too…

“Daddy, can you come over and show me again?”

Troy Gawd, I hate people!!!, Work