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I am a minion. I get my orders, I follow my orders, I don't get to make the decision of what orders I get. I may be an upper level minion which gives me the right to speak, but that's just lets me point out obvious problems, it doesn't do anything to affect the decisions.
So I'm on a job and thanks to a few problems I ran into, along with my morons in management overbooking me, I don't have the time needed to complete the work. I head over to my contact, who obviously isn't pleased, but doesn't consider it to be the end of the world, but she's got to give the bad news to the office manager.
Considering that all I was doing was installing keyboard trays on desks, this really shouldn't be the end of the world. People can still work at their desk, they can still use their computers, life will go on and the sky won't come crashing down on our heads. Oh silly minion, what are you doing thinking you know something; this is an utter disaster, nobody can possibly do any work, the entire operation of the company... possibly even the entire planet hinges on these people having keyboard trays installed on their desk.
On top of just a general bitchy demeanor, the office manager just had one of those 'je ne sais pas' bitchy way about her. Her nose is up in the air yet she still manages to look down on me; she's staring right at me through with her beady eyes and her thick rimmed red glasses, yet she's looking right through me; she's speaking directly to me, but it's directed at nobody in particular, like it's distasteful to have to speak to this lower life form.
Bitch: We've got people moving in on Monday so we've got to have them done by then.
Me: Okay, I'll pass the information on to my office and we'll be back as soon as possible.
Bitch: When will that be?!?
Me: I'm sorry, I don't make my schedule, but I'll make sure my office is aware of the deadline.
Bitch: Will you be back by the end of the week?
Me: I'm not sure what's on the schedule, that's all set up by my office.
Bitch: You do know it's Wednesday right?
Me: Thank you, I'm quite aware of that.
Bitch: So there's only two days left in the week.
Me: ** 'are you fucking kidding me' stare **
Bitch: Well who is going to let me know?
Me: My office will be in contact with you as soon as possible.
Bitch: When will that be?
Me: As soon as this conversation is over, I will call my office to make them aware of the importance of the deadline, then they will contact you as soon as they are able.
This went on for a few more minutes as she needed to know who will be contacting her and once again, how long will that take, then she had to lay into me about why I couldn't finish today. I volleyed that right back into her face letting her know that it was the failure of her people to properly measure the desks, the failure of her people to advise my office that removal of existing product was needed, and the failure of the previous installation company to properly install the product that have caused the problem today. I may as well have been talking to a plant though because that all flew over her head and all she concluded was that I don't feel like staying to complete it all.
So I'm on a job and thanks to a few problems I ran into, along with my morons in management overbooking me, I don't have the time needed to complete the work. I head over to my contact, who obviously isn't pleased, but doesn't consider it to be the end of the world, but she's got to give the bad news to the office manager.
Considering that all I was doing was installing keyboard trays on desks, this really shouldn't be the end of the world. People can still work at their desk, they can still use their computers, life will go on and the sky won't come crashing down on our heads. Oh silly minion, what are you doing thinking you know something; this is an utter disaster, nobody can possibly do any work, the entire operation of the company... possibly even the entire planet hinges on these people having keyboard trays installed on their desk.
On top of just a general bitchy demeanor, the office manager just had one of those 'je ne sais pas' bitchy way about her. Her nose is up in the air yet she still manages to look down on me; she's staring right at me through with her beady eyes and her thick rimmed red glasses, yet she's looking right through me; she's speaking directly to me, but it's directed at nobody in particular, like it's distasteful to have to speak to this lower life form.
Bitch: We've got people moving in on Monday so we've got to have them done by then.
Me: Okay, I'll pass the information on to my office and we'll be back as soon as possible.
Bitch: When will that be?!?
Me: I'm sorry, I don't make my schedule, but I'll make sure my office is aware of the deadline.
Bitch: Will you be back by the end of the week?
Me: I'm not sure what's on the schedule, that's all set up by my office.
Bitch: You do know it's Wednesday right?
Me: Thank you, I'm quite aware of that.
Bitch: So there's only two days left in the week.
Me: ** 'are you fucking kidding me' stare **
Bitch: Well who is going to let me know?
Me: My office will be in contact with you as soon as possible.
Bitch: When will that be?
Me: As soon as this conversation is over, I will call my office to make them aware of the importance of the deadline, then they will contact you as soon as they are able.
This went on for a few more minutes as she needed to know who will be contacting her and once again, how long will that take, then she had to lay into me about why I couldn't finish today. I volleyed that right back into her face letting her know that it was the failure of her people to properly measure the desks, the failure of her people to advise my office that removal of existing product was needed, and the failure of the previous installation company to properly install the product that have caused the problem today. I may as well have been talking to a plant though because that all flew over her head and all she concluded was that I don't feel like staying to complete it all.
) there was A LOT of moving around and reconfiguring of said cube farm as new bodies were added to the hive. In the 2 years I was there before the mortgage crash of the mid 1990's I moved like 4 different times in 6 months.
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