We all need something to do to pass the time until we croak.
If some get off on a ball or puck going back and forth on a court, that's their own lookout. I normally say nothing.
But I had a supervisor once who tried to talk sports with me. Several times. Tried to let him know, politely, that I don't follow that sort of thing. Several times. Each time, he'd give me an unmistakable Are you queer or something? look.
And every time I felt like smashing the spectacles on his face.
I was his only employee for months. I did all the gruntwork in the place, so that he could spend the whole day on his company computer playing stock market tycoon.
But then the big boss gives him a bigger hiring budget. So I get kicked off from all of the jobs I used to do, to make way for the new hires. All guys he can talk sports with.
Me he tells, "Don't stand around doing nothing! That makes me look bad to the big boss! Find something to do! I don't care what! Pick up a broom and sweep!"
Bear in mind that IT'S HIS FUCKING JOB to give me productive things to do, not mine. It's supposedly why he makes the big money. But, yes, sir.
So now, from the moment I clock in to the moment I clock out, I'm just pushing a broom around a clean floor, day in and day out, while other guys are doing all of my old jobs. But at least my supervisor can buy and sell his personal stocks online in peace on company time, while his boss locks himself up in his own office doing who-knows-what, but satisfied that at least he's not paying me for doing "nothing."
This is what it means to work for assholes.
In the end, I quit without giving notice when I found a better job. One of only two places in my life where I didn't give that courtesy. And my old supervisor, I heard, lost everything in that market crash that made the news.
