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Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Offices Annoyances, Part II, 5 more reasons I hate people
More examples of the kind of bad behavior that is slowly turning me into a witch at work. A cackling witch.
- You keep your schedule on paper, in a cute little book. You prefer to write everything in that book in pencil. You, however, for some reason, do not carry a pencil with you. You are angry with me for not having a pencil. You fail to see how this isn't my problem.
- You send the office an email. You call thirty seconds after pressing 'send' to see if we got it. Then you call back 5 minutes after that to see if we've read it, and to get our reply. You don't seem to understand how email is used.
- When standing at the counter, you basically empty the entire contents of your purse on said counter. You spend lots of time going through all of your stuff, preventing me from helping anyone else while you are standing there. When you leave, I'm left to wipe up your crumbs, bits of paper, hair, and some sticky residue you've left behind. Chances are good that this will happen again the next time you are in.
- You ask about the state of my uterus all the time: Are you pregnant? Why not? Don't you want kids? When do you think you'll get pregnant? How old are you? Why are you waiting so long? Oh, well, don't get offended that I asked, your just slouching/ have a puffy shirt on / are glowing so it looks like you're pregnant, etc. Look, clueless asswipes, pay attention to this part: It's none of your damn business, and if I cut you off and then end the conversation because I'm offended, feelings that I'm allowed to have btw, don't you make me feel bad for it. Talk about adding insult to injury. Look, if you haven't learned by now not to ever, ever ask someone that question, I really don't give a shit if I offend YOU. Maybe you need to be rebuffed less gently in order to learn that lesson. You don't care about my feelings, please explain why I should give a fuck about yours.
- You call and you call and you call, asking for the doctor. He is busy. I must take a message. You won't tell me who you are or why you're calling. It's probably because you're a shifty marketer calling to harass me, oh, I mean, help us get a business loan, but still. If you actually have a valid reason to call, you must tell me who you are. Do you really think I'm just patching everyone who calls through to the doctor? Of course not. Then I wouldn't be doing my job. So either state your business or stop calling, because I'm not going to stop hanging up on you.
Once again, like the first post, these are all taken from actual things that have happened and will continue to happen. These are the things that make me grumpy.
Thanks for reading my venting. I feel better now.
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Man, women who ask about why I'm not pregnant yet really piss me off. Mind your own fucking business!!
ReplyDeleteI wish it was just women...
ReplyDeleteI had this older man, over 65, stand at my desk and lecture me about my peak reproductive years for 20 minutes once. This was a couple of years ago, I think I was 25, and I just ignored him, even answering the phone without saying anything to him, and he'd just wait until I was done, then keep on with his tirade.
After that, I would leave the office for awhile if I knew he was coming in.