So my office is merging with an office in Aussie. If the head office goes there, I may be out of a job, if it stays here in New Zealand, I may be out of a job. In any case, a restructure is on the cards. If I get made redundant (how demeaning – Sir you are redundant!) I may get a nice package which should allow me to get through to some interviews for a good job. Or else, I could sell up and move to Aussie… Or canada?… When the time comes, I feel I will know what to do. Until then I have plans A through F to keep me happy. It would be awesome if people BOUGHT MY PIXELS! then I wouldn’t have to work at all. *sigh*
Things at work have been nicely stable despite IWAQs and little annoyances. I have raged a bit about my workplace, but despite all of that I actually do enjoy my work, don’t get me wrong. I just get frustrated by obviously clueless people.
Take Tom for example. He leaves the office for the day and tells the receptionist that a guy will be coming and he will need a key, and I have the key. BUT HE NEGLECTS TO TELL ME ANY OF THIS! So I am all happy going about my business in the middle of a complicated database update, when I get a call…
Jared, the man’s here…
Um Which man?
the man who needs the key…
err.. which key?
the security key
um why does he need the security key?
to check the secure areas, look I dunno, Tom said the man was coming and you had the key for the man.
Well I know nothing about this, let me just finish this, I will be 2 minutes and then I will be there.
So I finish off this mega sensitive database update and I head down to reception. I look around, there is no man. Receptionist says, “I dunno, I think he’s in the basement” I go down to the basement, no man. I go to reception again and she has no idea where he is so I decide to get back to work and if he turns up again, I will deal with it.
Fast forward 30 minutes and I am elbow deep in another database. All of a sudden, a co worker we will call… Screecher (she has an incredibly screechy voice) comes screeching towards my desk from behind my chair, screeching at the top of her screechy voice (did I mention how screechy her voice was) how I made the man wait downstairs for half an hour! I said calmly, “What man?”
She screeched back, “THE SECURITY MAN!” Now a crowd is forming and people are praire dogging in their cubicles to see the scene. I lost it with this ridiculous woman screeching at me. I yelled back, I DON’T KNOW WHAT MAN YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!, she screeeched back that it was the man waiting for the key! I yelled back I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MAN OR KEY YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT! She screeched back that she had his number and that I should call him. I Yelled back AND TELL HIM WHAT?! by now she was finally getting embarrassed and screeched softly, “To make an appointment to meet him again” There was no way I was backing down now, so I yelled back, “I HAVE NO IDEA WHO HE IS OR WHAT HE WANTS! IT WAS SOME DEAL TOM HAD, GO DEAL WITH HIM! I AM DONE HERE!” and I shooed here away yelling SHOO! SHOO! By now everyone on the floor was having a good chuckle and I must admit, I started laughing too, but on the inside.
So Screecher leaves to Tom’s desk (apparently) and everyone erupts in laughter and some people even offered to buy me a drink from the vending machine to cool me down. I slumped into my chair. About 20 minutes ago, I was happy and calm, but now with all that screeching I was so incredibly tense! I counted down the last 10 minutes before hometime and beat it as soon as possible. Apart from that little incident, it was a good day.
All that panic for nothing. Screecher is the queen of storm-in-a-teacup land and she will be the focal point for my next post. For now, PLEASE TRY TO RELAX!