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Oct. 13th, 2007
Thank Fuck For That
The boss took me out to lunch with my co-worker yesterday and I got to hear about how much they hate their jobs. Back at the office everyone had a piece of carrot cake in my honor (I'm still a bit surprised that they bought a cake). At some point around 2ish the boss finally comes to my office for me to show her my job. Of course, right at that moment all hell breaks loose as the school that we're trying to transport kids from goes into "code red" lock down mode because some dumbass that can't handle a divorce went ape-shit and murdered his family pretty much right across the street from the school. At 4pm the boss had to leave to go and pick up her child and I had to move to the front customer service desk as usual. So in that 2 hour time I probably got in about an hour of information with her, which still wasn't anything as it's all me talking and no samples or practicing of what I was saying so that she'll possibly remember any of it next week.
Then Sharla sat with me at the desk. The next 3 hours involved more after-school interruptions, including a parent that spent thirty minutes on the phone with us trying to find the school that her child was at, shenanigans involving fake gold coins being thrown at people and staff getting onto each other's computers to send out fake email messages to other staff at other branches (namely my previous idiot-boss), and a lot of general whining from my trainee about how "I should just quit right now, but I can't, and how in the world am I supposed to know all of this, and who's idea was it to wait until the last minute?" Again, there was perhaps a sum total of about an hour of me actually giving her pertinent information that goes in one ear and out the other.
Needless to say, with the expectation of a lot of phone calls next week, I should just put my phone on vibrate and keep it safely tucked between my legs.
The boss took me out to lunch with my co-worker yesterday and I got to hear about how much they hate their jobs. Back at the office everyone had a piece of carrot cake in my honor (I'm still a bit surprised that they bought a cake). At some point around 2ish the boss finally comes to my office for me to show her my job. Of course, right at that moment all hell breaks loose as the school that we're trying to transport kids from goes into "code red" lock down mode because some dumbass that can't handle a divorce went ape-shit and murdered his family pretty much right across the street from the school. At 4pm the boss had to leave to go and pick up her child and I had to move to the front customer service desk as usual. So in that 2 hour time I probably got in about an hour of information with her, which still wasn't anything as it's all me talking and no samples or practicing of what I was saying so that she'll possibly remember any of it next week.
Then Sharla sat with me at the desk. The next 3 hours involved more after-school interruptions, including a parent that spent thirty minutes on the phone with us trying to find the school that her child was at, shenanigans involving fake gold coins being thrown at people and staff getting onto each other's computers to send out fake email messages to other staff at other branches (namely my previous idiot-boss), and a lot of general whining from my trainee about how "I should just quit right now, but I can't, and how in the world am I supposed to know all of this, and who's idea was it to wait until the last minute?" Again, there was perhaps a sum total of about an hour of me actually giving her pertinent information that goes in one ear and out the other.
Needless to say, with the expectation of a lot of phone calls next week, I should just put my phone on vibrate and keep it safely tucked between my legs.
Doing a random search for Gothic Raggedy Ann and I come across an Ebay auction for a doll.
But my question to you is, WHAT IN FRICKETY FRAK IS WRONG WITH THIS WOMAN?
Just click (safe for work) and you'll see what I mean.
But my question to you is, WHAT IN FRICKETY FRAK IS WRONG WITH THIS WOMAN?
Just click (safe for work) and you'll see what I mean.