DUCK!!!

Everybody!
Sing with me, same melody as Creedence's Bad Moon Rising:

I see a
SHIT
STORM
RISING.
I see
FECES
FLYING
MY WAY.

Ah yes. And I have no part of it, only to sit back and watch.
Everyone has had it with our boss, the general manager. They have all had conversations with the big boss in Holland, whom I refer to in my head as Fat Bastard. He looks like a real-life Family Guy Peter Griffin, but has the voice of South Park's Mr. Garrison with a Southern accent. Just listening to him talk makes me want to give him a dose of Northern Hospitality, my right foot in his ass.
Anyway! Another underling is going to be offered the job as General Manager. The other underling is being offered a manager's job in Holland. And current manager is either going to get an underling job or fired. I'm willing to bet she's not going to be able to handle being an underling and will quit.

I just have my job duty and my checklist of chores, and if I stick with that I'm going to be just fine.