Milton Waddams-ed. v. to have one’s job responsibilities and job slowly and systematically taken away from you without one noticing or acting.
We’ve all seen Office Space. This is a true story of a very real Milton Waddams-ing, but without the happy ending. Hold on to your staplers, kids.
At one of my former places of employment, we had a Director. We’ll call her Melinda. She was in charge of different events that were put on throughout the year, namely two large events, one really big and one suburban.
The organization at the company was such that there was the Big Boss, then a few directors, then associate directors and so forth and so on. She was, given that structure, considerably senior in the organization.
As I mentioned, her main duties were two large events throughout the year. Nice woman, Melinda. Sweet and dumb as a stump, but a bit of a worker and knew how to get people to do a lot for her. Other than one event failure in three years, she generally met and exceeded the requirements of her job. She wasn’t, as was the office culture, embroiled in any of the nonsense and avoided gossip. She was generally innocuous. Until it was time to throw someone under the bus.
The Big Boss, who will surely be the topic of columns in the future, had made a habit of throwing people under the bus to avoid too many glances in her direction. She couldn’t lead a fish to water, but she was in charge of our company and whenever it became evident that under her leadership we were failing MISERABLY, she predictably found a charge to go after, build a case against and fire.