Bag of Hammers Anyone?
Oct. 16th, 2007 10:29 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
SHE IS BACK. Actually, she has never left, unfortunately. But my first 30 minutes at my desk this morning were aaaaall her. The following is the absolute truth.
Her <--- Executive Assistant: Can you fix my chair? It's too far forward! (She struggles with the levers, violently shaking in her chair)
Me: You haven't mastered your own chair YET? It's been like 6 months.
Her: We have Gremlins in here, I am telling you.
Me: I fix her chair. Receive zero thanks.
* 10 minutes pass *
Her: Do you have a stapler? Mine is out of staples.
Me: I spin around in my chair, point to my stapler, then spin back to my screens.
Her: *struggling* Then, "Alan. I was trying to staple my papers in here. *Points to the Cordless Drill Battery Charger With Battery IN IT* THEN complains that we don't have any electric staplers!
* 5 minutes pass *
Her: She approaches me with a bagel in one hand and a tub of cream cheese in the other.
Me: What, you want me to spread cream cheese on your bagel for you??
Her: She holds them out in front as if to say "YES".
Me: What is it now?
Her: My e-mail...
Me: E-mail has been restored just now.
Her: No it hasn't.
Me: Yeah, it has. Just now, while you were on your way to my desk. Again.
Her: No it hasn't!
Me: Dammit, you are starting to piss me off! Now go back to your damned desk and see if your email is working!
Her: Utter silence.
Me: You're email is connected, isn't it.
Her. Yes.
DIE, BITCH!
I swear, her boss, the big kahuna here, is sitting 10 feet from all of this, door wide open, and he is utterly clueless how moronic this woman is. Now, I know my tone with her here isn't the smartest thing to do, but Jesus, ENOUGH ALREADY. Fix my chair??!!
Her <--- Executive Assistant: Can you fix my chair? It's too far forward! (She struggles with the levers, violently shaking in her chair)
Me: You haven't mastered your own chair YET? It's been like 6 months.
Her: We have Gremlins in here, I am telling you.
Me: I fix her chair. Receive zero thanks.
* 10 minutes pass *
Her: Do you have a stapler? Mine is out of staples.
Me: I spin around in my chair, point to my stapler, then spin back to my screens.
Her: *struggling* Then, "Alan. I was trying to staple my papers in here. *Points to the Cordless Drill Battery Charger With Battery IN IT* THEN complains that we don't have any electric staplers!
* 5 minutes pass *
Her: She approaches me with a bagel in one hand and a tub of cream cheese in the other.
Me: What, you want me to spread cream cheese on your bagel for you??
Her: She holds them out in front as if to say "YES".
Me: What is it now?
Her: My e-mail...
Me: E-mail has been restored just now.
Her: No it hasn't.
Me: Yeah, it has. Just now, while you were on your way to my desk. Again.
Her: No it hasn't!
Me: Dammit, you are starting to piss me off! Now go back to your damned desk and see if your email is working!
Her: Utter silence.
Me: You're email is connected, isn't it.
Her. Yes.
DIE, BITCH!
I swear, her boss, the big kahuna here, is sitting 10 feet from all of this, door wide open, and he is utterly clueless how moronic this woman is. Now, I know my tone with her here isn't the smartest thing to do, but Jesus, ENOUGH ALREADY. Fix my chair??!!