Bullshit Managers

"But, he's a nice person, " says the BSM, in defence of her best friend's son.  On initial meeting, he is "a nice person".  He greets you with a bright-white, picket- fence smile; and softly modulated words of engage- ment.  Jeremy is a lithe, slender, clear skinned, 20 year old, just a tad under six feet.  His clothing is neat and clean, in merging blues, greys and blacks underscored by soft-textured pale-blue sneakers, a soft pink line dividing the soles from the uppers. The sides and back of his head are shaved, his thatch coiffed and gelled forward, into a high five, above his forehead. Cool.  Your eyes concur with the BSM - clearly - "he's a nice person".
Chit-chat  reveals , a private school education (obviously unsuccessful, otherwise he would he would not be here), a resident of an SUV suburb, living with his parents, a hyphenated surname, and family discord, "My parents are freaks and my sister, a chronic pest."  On further engagement, on the job and in the workplace, the persona of a nice person quickly unravels.  He appears unable or unwilling to follow simple instruction, displays singular inattention and cannot or will not complete tasks successfully, or on time.  Deeper into the week, he fails to arrive at work on time, damages equipment, and begins to disappear from his assigned workplaces.  "I had to help Helen move her stuff from A block to C block.  She's moving offices. Don't you know?" Cute. Every time his supervisor wishes to speak to him, he needs to gesture to this nice person to remove his headphones.
Inevitably, the supervisor complains to the BSM.   "But, he's a nice person; truly he is.  Don't worry, I'll talk to him and we'll go from there."  On Friday morning, the supervisor is summoned to the office of the BSM.  The nice person has complained about poor supervision and lack of proper instruction.  Uh-oh, the nice person has experience.  The nice person is given a new supervisor and an identical story to that of the first supervisor is retold.  Nothing has changed since the staging of these events.  The BSM is not going to terminate her best friend's son's employment, though she has known for years that he is a misfit, firstly at school and then unable to find employment without inside help.  She was his last chance. " I'm not going to implode my relationship with my best friend, muses the BSM, "these thing have a way of sorting themselves out, and if I'm lucky enough to score a suitable transfer, out of this job, or out of this shit-hole of a place, or better still, be made redundant, he'll be someone else's problem.