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| Thursday, October 04, 2007 |
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| GUHHH! SHE'S SO ANNOYING! |
posted by Disgruntled Lackey @ 8:19 PM  |
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| Wednesday, September 26, 2007 |
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I had a dream last night. The residue stayed with me, made me leap from bed. I remember being on a plane - a very small jet where all these seats were uniform size and only eight or ten people can ride. I was friendly with everyone though I didn't know them previously. I remember clamoring past the seats and through the cabin door to hang out with the pilot and co-pilots/stewardess. They were glad to see me, as though it were my plane and I felt like the syrup millionaire in "What a Way to Go" -- everyone looked to me for hope, fun, thrill, success.
As we flew, I realized we were coasting along the fields below, banking up when trees or towns came into view. I asked if we could plow through a thin patch of trees and the pilot said, "Of course." He swerved and tilted us between pine and we saw a house. A young boy was running and waving, smiling and hoping for attention. We decided to land in a field and pick him up. He was excited and bounced from person to person in the jet.
While we were grounded everyone got out for a stretch and we saw women with no outer clothes on. They were wearing garters like I do and some of the passengers knew of my wearing garters and pointed from the women to me as though I should speak with them or compare myself to them or I don't know what. I shrugged this off as the passengers own weirdness and we all returned to the jet. We took off and memory fades. |
| posted by Disgruntled Lackey @ 2:30 PM |
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| Saturday, July 28, 2007 |
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She is such a pawn-it-off bitch! She shows me the office depot catalog and points out a hole punch. We don't need a hole punch but half a year ago someone said we should get a second hole punch -- for no reason except to have a second one.
She has spent three hours today socializing and net surfing. And she tells me I have less on my desk than her. I said, "Oh yeah?" and she said, "Well, you're the supply person," and repeated it over an dover to assert her fucking non-existent dominance. Now she's over there yawning, reading PITNB, feeling righteous like a fat cow stuffed with hormones.
I hate her so very much. |
| posted by Disgruntled Lackey @ 12:31 AM |
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| Friday, July 27, 2007 |
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Waiting for C clients to arrive -- a whole lot of coming and going and me up and down to suit. B has been sweet, less annoying daily. Q is no better -- my vitriol is starting to get flung back at me: you spit attitude and the universe will spit attitude back. I must adjust my mode. I will adjust my mode. I am adjusting my mode. Soon I will have adjusted my mode. Consider my mode adjusted. Positive attitude. Take off in
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whoosh
Meanwhile I'm late for lunch because of waiting for C clients, stocking the conference room with coffee, hating this whole work situation. |
| posted by Disgruntled Lackey @ 12:34 AM |
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| Tuesday, April 03, 2007 |
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She is always vying for bonus points with the partners - but it never comes off as simple kindness or doing her best, it comes off as vying for bonus points. She saved a slice of cake for the senior partner and then made a big point of telling him it was her idea "'cause I know you like carrot cake" "Did you get that piece of cake I saved for you. I saved it because I know you like it so I hurried to save it before all the cake got snatched up"
He hardly registered her - she was getting in the way of his televised baseball game.
I've been feeling less and less connected to this place. Today I walked around and mouthed, "I quit. I no longer work here. I have a new job." even though none of those things have manifest, I feel they are close. I feel that I will find an improved job. I am already set to transfer to teaching. I just need to find the job that will step stone in that direction. |
| posted by Disgruntled Lackey @ 10:24 PM |
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| Wednesday, March 14, 2007 |
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"I'm sorry, he prefers messages."
"Well, I prefer a voice mail. I have a very detailed message here and I expect it to be conveyed accurately. You think you can do that? It's highly important that he understands what I have to say. So I would prefer to leave a voice mail."
"I'm sorry. He prefers messages."
"Can you give me his cell phone? This is urgent and I need to get this message to him."
"I'm sorry. I don't have permission to give his number out. I just answer phones. But I'd be happy to take a message."
"You know, I really don't want to leave a message with you. I need to make sure he understands what I'm saying here."
"Okay."
"Okay. Fine. Can you take this message? Make sure you get everything accurately because if you don't it'll ruin everything and..."
"Yes."
"55x-x68-4x25 Ben Johnson. Mr. Johnson. I need him to know that the meeting is at noon. I have found that they want to have the DWZ at 1:30 instead of 3 and that means we are meeting at TeaTree's instead of Harvey's and he needs to fax me the first sheet again because it came in obscured. Obscured: O-B-S..."
"Yes. Obscured. Got it. Now that was the D-W-Z?"
"Yes. And I need to get a copy of the key for thursday by tomorrow. But the fax needs to be today, asap."
"Sure. Let me read this off to you, see if i got it all."
"Okay."
[Reads back exactly, word for word]
"Now that should read I will fax the first sheet to him and he will fax it back, signed."
"Sure. So it reads now, [reads back exactly]. Is there anything else?"
"Um, no... that'll do."
"Great! Thank you so much!"
"Uh, yeah. Thanks."
[to herself after hanging up] "Motherfucking asshole jerkwad! Jesus Christ. Was that so effing hard?? A chimp would have been more considerate. You think your stupid message is so 'important' that no one can understand it? Made sense to me. Nailed it as you said it better than a audio-to-text computer program. Fucker. I hope you either drop dead this second or learn to stop being such a jerk." |
| posted by Disgruntled Lackey @ 5:12 AM |
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| Saturday, March 10, 2007 |
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There is an attorney who is pretty good about getting his time sheets in early but she sits on them until the end of the month the says she doesn't have time to enter them even thought the day she handed them to me I saw her surfing the net every time I walked by. Okay. 1) she gets paid more than me. Why is it that the more $ a person makes the less work s/he does?; 2) if I were her I'd enter each day as it hit my desk so it wouldn't back up into a big mess; 3) everything she does is last minute procrastination while everything I do is timely & immediate so her desk is a cluster fuk and mine is sparkles; 4) she gets paid more than me?!
Is there no justice in the world?
Can I get a job where I am treated more fairly? |
| posted by Disgruntled Lackey @ 3:02 PM |
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