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Thanks a lot! (long, pointless)
To say I've had a bad week is like saying that Hitler was just a mischevous prankster. And it's all just getting worse.
Fun fact #1: I've started to live my name, Vendetta. There's a company that I just can't stand. It's a consulting company that charges ridiculous amounts of money for their BS and corporate mumbo-jumbo (usually giving bigwigs good excuses why they should fire lots of people). I'd say the henchmen, er, people who work there are idiots, but that would insult idiots. So evil company, stupid people, I hate'em. Gladly, they're not located in my building, but every now and then, they'll use our meeting rooms (yes, they do pay for the use. With kittens' blood and dead bunnies).
Fun fact #2: I hate being bother before my shift starts. Hate it, hate it, hate it! I will open the front door when my shift starts, and they everyone can bug the hell out of me. Before that, I don't care.
Today, a whopping fifteen minutes before my shift starts,as I am in the back office getting ready for today's battle with idiotkind, I hear "Hellloooooo? Anyone there?" through the door. A co-worker (CW), whose shift won't start in another 30 minutes, replies with a sharp "We're not open yet". Of course, that's not it. "But I neeeeed to go to the meeting room now".
CW: "We won't be open in another 15 minutes, sorry."
Slimeball (SB):"But but but, me me me, neeed neeeeed neeeeeeed"
That goes on for some time and we decide with CW that I should go let him in, because we can't stand that bitching any more.
When SB sees me, he attempts to be funny and says "Wow, you don't look very happy". "My shift won't start in another 15 mins and you're not even supposed to be in this building", I grunt.
During the day, SB manages to make my life a living hell with ridiculous demands, none of them my headache, really. (Do I look like I work in the kitchen? You see a white hat on my head? No? Then go bother someone who knows something about your lunch orders) All the time, he tries to funny, but fails miserably. In shoert, he's a major PITA.
As I leave work, I leave the lovely woman in the switchboard (K) a message in case SB contacts her. It goes:"I hope you get hit by a bus". On the way home I mention the early-morning episode to one of bosses, who's great person, and she says that had it been her, she would have ignored him and let him "Hellloooo?" until the end of time.
I get home and think about going to meet my friend later and having a few beers with her. I've already forgotten about SB, all the other suckiness and actually starting to feel much better. Then my phone rings. It's K. No, my place of work isn't on fire, she just called me to let me know that she had promised SB that he can come tomorrow really early too. She told him that she will be there extra-early, just to let him in. Or, she says, I can do that too, if (=when) I'm around. Now, K is a wonderful, wonderful person, and I never get angry with her, but this... why, oh why? She didn't have to do this, she has the balls to tell SB to go f himself OR she could have told my "message". But she didn't. And the worst part is that after this THEY will always come too early, because just this one single time, they were allowed to do so. So thanks a lot, K, you don't know what door you just opened.
Oh, and I really neeeeeed those beers now.
Fun fact #1: I've started to live my name, Vendetta. There's a company that I just can't stand. It's a consulting company that charges ridiculous amounts of money for their BS and corporate mumbo-jumbo (usually giving bigwigs good excuses why they should fire lots of people). I'd say the henchmen, er, people who work there are idiots, but that would insult idiots. So evil company, stupid people, I hate'em. Gladly, they're not located in my building, but every now and then, they'll use our meeting rooms (yes, they do pay for the use. With kittens' blood and dead bunnies).
Fun fact #2: I hate being bother before my shift starts. Hate it, hate it, hate it! I will open the front door when my shift starts, and they everyone can bug the hell out of me. Before that, I don't care.
Today, a whopping fifteen minutes before my shift starts,as I am in the back office getting ready for today's battle with idiotkind, I hear "Hellloooooo? Anyone there?" through the door. A co-worker (CW), whose shift won't start in another 30 minutes, replies with a sharp "We're not open yet". Of course, that's not it. "But I neeeeed to go to the meeting room now".
CW: "We won't be open in another 15 minutes, sorry."
Slimeball (SB):"But but but, me me me, neeed neeeeed neeeeeeed"
That goes on for some time and we decide with CW that I should go let him in, because we can't stand that bitching any more.
When SB sees me, he attempts to be funny and says "Wow, you don't look very happy". "My shift won't start in another 15 mins and you're not even supposed to be in this building", I grunt.
During the day, SB manages to make my life a living hell with ridiculous demands, none of them my headache, really. (Do I look like I work in the kitchen? You see a white hat on my head? No? Then go bother someone who knows something about your lunch orders) All the time, he tries to funny, but fails miserably. In shoert, he's a major PITA.
As I leave work, I leave the lovely woman in the switchboard (K) a message in case SB contacts her. It goes:"I hope you get hit by a bus". On the way home I mention the early-morning episode to one of bosses, who's great person, and she says that had it been her, she would have ignored him and let him "Hellloooo?" until the end of time.
I get home and think about going to meet my friend later and having a few beers with her. I've already forgotten about SB, all the other suckiness and actually starting to feel much better. Then my phone rings. It's K. No, my place of work isn't on fire, she just called me to let me know that she had promised SB that he can come tomorrow really early too. She told him that she will be there extra-early, just to let him in. Or, she says, I can do that too, if (=when) I'm around. Now, K is a wonderful, wonderful person, and I never get angry with her, but this... why, oh why? She didn't have to do this, she has the balls to tell SB to go f himself OR she could have told my "message". But she didn't. And the worst part is that after this THEY will always come too early, because just this one single time, they were allowed to do so. So thanks a lot, K, you don't know what door you just opened.
Oh, and I really neeeeeed those beers now.
See if anyone does it.
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