Why You Little Bitch (August 29, 2007)

Part of the area we're *loosely* connected to department wise decided to email me yesterday and ask if we could do some work for them. Mind you, the person asking is part of a clique that takes 45 minute breaks, 2 hour lunches and meanders back and forth to each others' offices for the other part of the day to chat. In short: she doesn't do dick. With people going on vacation and medical leave our staff is limited. Since my boss is on medical leave I was left with the decision. I asked her to clarify her vague email and stated my boss is not available (she was having dental surgery that day). She sent me a snotty response with the same vague wording and said that certainly someone else could make the decision. Fine... I said no. I also copied our IT guy and suggested he help her set up an email for it. She got snippy, told the IT guy to disregard and said she'd speak to her boss. Fine, you do that you little twit.

I mentioned the email to my boss before I left yesterday. She was in one of her moods and said we should try to help. Before I could get an answer back from the little twit about what exactly she wanted my boss jumped in and said we'd do it. Besides that she didn't delete the section that I asked to NOT forward. I was pissed. Part of it was because they don't do shit and this was a total dump. Why make us do work when the IT guy can simply create an account for them? Because they're stupid, that's why...

This morning was hectic. We had a staff member on vacation, another calling in late and a third going home sick. I was not in the mood to deal with laziness, but whatever. The lazy cow emails my boss back thanking her, and adds that "it shouldn't have been made a big deal". I was furious. I was livid. I flipped. I emailed my boss a bitchy letter and then clicked send, knowing it was bound to piss her off. It was wrong, especially since she is in pain. I immediately felt guilty. Instead of a bitchy response she emailed saying I was too negative and that things are going to change, blah blah blah... Before I could send my email she was on the phone. In pain. I felt about two inches high. I blurted out my feelings about how they are lazy and this was a no brainer and she gave her reasons why we needed to keep on their good side. Before I could give my reasons why we should tell them to fuck off and die (not really good reasons, but it felt good to say) our fire alarm went off. Fuck! I jumped off the phone and hurried down the stairs for the mock fire drill.

I came back to my desk and emailed my boss about the 'big deal' comment, saying that could she at least address that. I hit send and her email popped up... addressing it. At least we're on the same page. She told her that it WAS a big deal when staffing is an issue and that I was rightfully concerned. Take that, bitch! She also added that it would be nice if she planned ahead when she expected to use us and explained that we are doing more work than before. I felt vindicated. I... smiled. HAH! The twit wrote back a lame excuse about just finding out (bullshit) and my boss shot back that this isn't the first time they've had a 'last minute' request. End of fucking story.... *shoots middle finger into air and smiles*

Posted by Diva at August 29, 2007 11:30 AM

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