I work for a State agency. I’ve been here 15 years and cannot be fired without months and months of paperwork and meetings. This is a good thing.
My job is to answer general questions from an 800 line. But not today. Today, I come to work…
I have no phone. The actual phone itself is gone. Gone, I tell you! Just a lonely cord left across my desk.
Now I’ve been waiting for 2 weeks to change offices. But the (lazy, arrogant, rude) woman has not left the office to which I will move. And God knows she hasn’t even started moving her crap. So what’s going on here? I’ve sent my boss an email, but haven’t heard anything.
And here I sit. With nothing to do. I have to have a phone to do my job. But… NO PHONE! ARGH!
I shoulda stayed home.
Bob Slydell: Yeah, we can’t actually find a record of him being a current employee here.
Bob Porter: I looked into it more deeply and I found that apparently what happened is that he was laid off five years ago and no one ever told him, but through some kind of glitch in the payroll department, he still gets a paycheck.
Bob Slydell: So we just went a ahead and fixed the glitch.
Devena this is the best day at work evar!!!111!!!
BTW, off topic, I made your Grandma’s Banana Nut Bread ( minus the nuts & added Chocolate chips) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOohhhhh, very tasty!
I’ve talked to my boss. I’m still employed. Wheeee. But no phone. So my boss has me doing data entry. What. Joy.
The cow currently in my NEW office (who has had 3 weeks to move) now says that she’s waiting for her new office to be painted. And next week she’ll say that the fumes are too strong for her delicate constitution. << :mad: seethe :mad: >> DeHusband and I will start piling her crap in the hall on Sunday afternoon. It may or may not be ripped into shreds by the time she finally comes wandering into the office Monday morning.
But I’m glad you liked the recipe, Shirley!! That’s the best news I’ve had all day!
Here’s an alternative suggestion form dealing with the lazy, arrogant, rude cow. Just start moving stuff into your new office. Oh, not actually your stuff by the way. I mean how can she object if you put a few of your motivational posters on the wall, with suitably encouraging messages of course. And you might want to put a few boxes in the corner, and the other corner and here over by the window, shame about the view. How about your exercise bike and the photos of your wrestler brothers…
Jules Pfeiffer once did a story that started out that way. His character was notified of his transfer, but the new department had never heard of him. He hid in the restroom for a week, and he found he was still getting paid. He spent the next twenty years in the restrooms, and he retired with honors.
Just a lonely cord left across my desk.