That Just Happened!

* This occured on Monday, I just wanted to take some time to calm down a bit before I published it*

So I came into work this morning and I was the only one here.  Apparently M, who does customer service, wasn’t in this morning, but no one tells me that despite the fact I am only in at this ungodly hour because of service.  So I could at least have gone for a coffee or something.

I was getting so mad (this is really just one of many many many  things that drives me crazy about this place which is why I have worked out an alternate schedule for myself which amounts to me being temporarily unemployed) so I called MPW to vent a bit.  Well, one of my coworkers came in (an hour and half after I started btw) and may  definitely overheard some language unbecoming of a lady as I extolled the virtues of punching people in the face and pouted about how under-appreciated I am. Ha.

So, this coworker goes to reception and a call comes in.  Obviously  M is not in because her station is empty and you can’t hear her swearing at customers on the phone, yet the receptionist proceeds to page her at her desk.  Then he picks up the line and tells the customer M won’t be in til 10.

So…you  knew she wasn’t going to be in, you were just trying to cover your tracks so you would not be the recipient of said punch in the face.

Apparently my reputation proceeds me.

Oh, and M did come in at 10 and has proceeded to spend 15 minutes clipping and filing her nails at her desk.  And let’s not even talk about the service manager’s disdain for anyone not Italian and from the village of his “paisan” or whatever.

Yeah, That Just Happened!

Okay, so I have already blogged about the ridiculousness of this office.  Although I can appreciate the attempt at building a Fortress of Solitude it is a little lame to be literally removing yourself from the rest of  your coworkers. 

I work in a very small office with about 3 other people and my boss. Occasionally other guys come in to use their desk/photocopier/bathroom and foul up the atmosphere with horrible language and generally degrading behaviour. So today this guy comes in and calls over the founder of the No Homers Allowed Club and goes into the front lobby to see the other member of their No Girls Allowed Club. Then shuts the doors. Where they have been for the last 20 minutes.

Probably talking about how they hate it when their Mom’s make them give them a kiss goodbye in front of their friends and how WOW2 is sooo  much lamer than WOW3.  Because that’s what teenage boys talk about right? Oh well, back to work for the rest of us stinky girls *there are two girls in the office.  Me and one other.* It does make me wonder if being a joint member of the No Homers Allowed Club (with exclusive use of the Fortress of Solitude) and the No Girls Allowed Club means you can combine your dues to save money.  Hey, allowance money doesn’t go far these days!

Yeah, That Just Happened!

I work in an office that has half-pods.  That means that the dividers are 2 feet high and the top half is glass, so you can pretty much see your coworker’s face, but not what they are working on, unless you sit one pod away.  Then you can also see what’s on their computer screen.  So obviously, not much by way of privacy.  I also work in an office where there is a lack of functional staplers.  I managed to get my hands on one and then it got taken away from me.  Alas, I am stuck unjamming my stapler after each and every use.

Today is, I admit, a high-strung day.  That means I am likely to blow things out of proportion and react rather than think about it first.  That being said, I kind of went a little a lot crazy about the stapler.  When my boss came by my desk to drop something off I loudly asked permission to order another one.  I explained that although I found one that worked it mysteriously went missing and someone must have taken it off my desk.  “I am tired of having to unjam it after every use” I proclaimed.  It was at this point I noticed my coworker eavesdropping openly ogling and smirking as I threw a tiny fit about the stapler.

So I called them out.  There is absolutely NO reason why they should be involved in this conversation.  Loudly I asked “I’m sorry, did you need to speak to “*insert boss’ name here*?”  They looked stunned as they shook their head no.  “Well I just wasn’t sure. It looked like you wanted to say something.” It was at this point my boss looked at me as if I was nutters.  I mean it’s a stapler right?  WRONG! 

It wasn’t just about the stapler.  It’s the fact that this coworker is always being a Nosy Nelly.  Looking at what I am doing and then reporting on it to the boss.  They are at the end of the row, so they are safe from said scrutiny.  I happen to know for a fact (thanks to an over-share by IT) that this coworker spends a lot of time playing Solitaire.  I really would not care, except why tell on me when we are all in the same boat?

I left after this “outing” to cool off outside.  When I had returned I found this…

My coworker had taped up pieces of paper so that I couldn’t see them and they can’t see me.  I know it may have seemed a bit confrontational, but honestly!  Now all I feel is shame.

Yeah, “That Just Happened!”