My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives. But really? I hate people.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
On Whistleblowers
During yet another discussion with the bossman, this time on corruption or conflict, I made
the analogy that it's like "he who smelt it, dealt it." Typically, the
whistle blower usually is immediately suspected of the very thing
they're reporting/complaining about.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Four Letter Word, Starting With C and Ending With T
9:30 a.m.: Arrive to the office.
9:35 a.m.: Get call from Bossman #1 that there's something super urgent I need to work on with him. We work on it all day. HUGE PITA.
3:25 p.m.: Give the document to our director (in the presence of Bossman #1). Director says, "It's perfect, please email it to me. Thanks." I left her office in such a hurry (as I thought expedience in getting this emailed to her was more important than curtseying and kissing the ring with a "You're welcome" in reply to her thank you). As I exited, I was about 2-3 feet from her office, when I heard her passively-aggressively snarl out, "YOU'RE WELCOME."
3:30 p.m.: I inform bossman of two things: "Did I hear her passively-aggressively blurt out "You're Welcome to me? (He replied, "You heard THAT?") I replied, "I hear EVERYTHING," and then I blurted out "HEY. I AM HUNGRY." And he says, "Go for your lunch!" (FINALLY)
4:15 p.m.: He walks into the breakroom in the dungeon, interrupting my Fortress of Solitude, and I launched into "Gee, it's nice to know that the fact I delayed my lunch by three and a half hours was greatly appreciated by her." And I brought up the "You're welcome" (and in my mind, if you're playing along at home, the voice in my head sounds like Large Marge from PeeWee's Big Adventure).
9:35 a.m.: Get call from Bossman #1 that there's something super urgent I need to work on with him. We work on it all day. HUGE PITA.
3:25 p.m.: Give the document to our director (in the presence of Bossman #1). Director says, "It's perfect, please email it to me. Thanks." I left her office in such a hurry (as I thought expedience in getting this emailed to her was more important than curtseying and kissing the ring with a "You're welcome" in reply to her thank you). As I exited, I was about 2-3 feet from her office, when I heard her passively-aggressively snarl out, "YOU'RE WELCOME."
3:30 p.m.: I inform bossman of two things: "Did I hear her passively-aggressively blurt out "You're Welcome to me? (He replied, "You heard THAT?") I replied, "I hear EVERYTHING," and then I blurted out "HEY. I AM HUNGRY." And he says, "Go for your lunch!" (FINALLY)
4:15 p.m.: He walks into the breakroom in the dungeon, interrupting my Fortress of Solitude, and I launched into "Gee, it's nice to know that the fact I delayed my lunch by three and a half hours was greatly appreciated by her." And I brought up the "You're welcome" (and in my mind, if you're playing along at home, the voice in my head sounds like Large Marge from PeeWee's Big Adventure).
I said, "Yanno, a four letter word, starting with C and ending with T
really applies here." And he said, "Nope. Nope. I don't want to hear
that word!" And I said, "I'm far too clever for you. The word that
applies here is CURT." (He agreed.) He then replied, "Hey, she told you
the document was PERFECT! I've never heard that I did anything
perfectly!" My reply back to him was, "Well she fucked up the slap and
tickle! Slap and tickle, you start with the negative, and conclude with
something positive. She fucked up the compliment by being curt." The
final exchange here was his reply to that, "Well, at least "I"
appreciate you!" And I said, "And to that, I say, thank you Good Sir!
Right back atcha!"
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