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wolfsbride) wrote2010-04-11 08:01 pm
wolfsbride) wrote2010-04-11 08:01 pm
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Day 101 - What's In A Name?
Apparently, the word deadline means something different in my boss' vocabulary.
When she FINALLY came home, it was the dogs that came in the house first. They were all HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ON SUNDAY??? WELL HI HI HI HI ANYWAY! YAY!!! So I started talking to them. As I was doing so, I could hear my boss coming down the hallway. She's all WHO'S THERE???? WHO ARE YOU!!?? I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE!!!
She comes around the corner just as I say it's just me. She looks at me with a blank expression on her face. She says.... What are you doing here??????
SAINTHOOD!!! I DEMAND TO BE NOMINATED FOR SAINTHOOD!!! Get on it people! Because all I said was, um, working on the client with the deadline.
I really wish I could have taken a picture of my boss' face. It was... like she couldn't decide what expression to use. After a few minutes pause, she went oh. AND THEN PROCEEDED TO TELL ME ABOUT HER DAY! You know, the day she spent NOT WORKING on the client that she had PROMISED we'd have done by Monday. Which for those of you without calendars is TOMORROW.
Meanwhile I'm working on the last month of the bank and mentally thinking, I don't CARE about your day and all the lovely junk you picked up for free. Not satisfied with TELLING me about her day, she proceeds to SHOW me all the stuff and she wanted COMMENTS! All I could think was... lady, are you for real? I'm TRYING TO WORK HERE!!!! Do you not SEE THIS????
Finally she shuts up and goes outside to garden. At this point I don't care any more. It's painfully clear she's not planning to PICK UP THE SLACK like she'd said to the client so whatever. She comes back in while I'm still trying to finish the last bank and sits down and turns on the TV. Then she says, I'm kicking you out at 6pm. It's now 5:55pm. I have half a month left to go.
I ignore her because BY THE GODS, I'M FINISHING THIS DAMN BANK! Someone will be keeping their word today! At 6:30, I finish the bank and post the revenue. Then I turn to her and say, are you absolutely certain you want to throw me out right now? She says, oh. Well. You can stay until 7pm because I don't like this TV show anyway. Like I'm DISTRACTING HER FROM WATCHING TV WITH MY PRESENCE!
I respond with, in that case I'm going home now because there's still three months of petty cash and employee expenses left that you were supposed to do, so there's really no point in my staying for half an hour. Can you call the client and tell him we can't make his deadline because you're not prepared to work? I sat there and looked at her. And looked at her. AND LOOKED AT HER.
After about fifteen minutes of her trying to watch TV while I'm STARING at the back of her head, she gets up in a huff. FINE! I'll call him! She calls him and says, I don't think... I DON'T THINK, she says! I don't think we're going to make the Monday morning deadline. I'm throwing Judy out right now.
Very loudly, I say, I'm prepared to work but she doesn't want to. I don't know what the guy said but my boss responded with, well I'm not prepared to give up my weekends. I WISH SHE'D TOLD ME THAT! I WOULD HAVE STAYED HOME!
When she got off the phone with him she said, he's going to call us Monday around lunch time. Fine whatever. I pack up my stuff. As I'm heading out the door, she says, so you'll be here earlier tomorrow, right?? SAINTHOOD PEOPLE! SAINTHOOD!!! I SHOULD HAVE WINGS, DAMN IT! I merely responded with, I guess I'll have to be and closed the door.
Note to bosses and future bosses: Please do not commit to project deadlines you have no intention of helping your staff meet. We are not robots. We are not superhuman. We are quite willing to go the extra mile but you must be willing to do so with us. Or at least give a reasonable facsimile thereof.
P.S. I really really need an incredibly angry icon. Anyone have any icons of the hulk they'd care to share? :)
When she FINALLY came home, it was the dogs that came in the house first. They were all HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ON SUNDAY??? WELL HI HI HI HI ANYWAY! YAY!!! So I started talking to them. As I was doing so, I could hear my boss coming down the hallway. She's all WHO'S THERE???? WHO ARE YOU!!?? I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE!!!
She comes around the corner just as I say it's just me. She looks at me with a blank expression on her face. She says.... What are you doing here??????
SAINTHOOD!!! I DEMAND TO BE NOMINATED FOR SAINTHOOD!!! Get on it people! Because all I said was, um, working on the client with the deadline.
I really wish I could have taken a picture of my boss' face. It was... like she couldn't decide what expression to use. After a few minutes pause, she went oh. AND THEN PROCEEDED TO TELL ME ABOUT HER DAY! You know, the day she spent NOT WORKING on the client that she had PROMISED we'd have done by Monday. Which for those of you without calendars is TOMORROW.
Meanwhile I'm working on the last month of the bank and mentally thinking, I don't CARE about your day and all the lovely junk you picked up for free. Not satisfied with TELLING me about her day, she proceeds to SHOW me all the stuff and she wanted COMMENTS! All I could think was... lady, are you for real? I'm TRYING TO WORK HERE!!!! Do you not SEE THIS????
Finally she shuts up and goes outside to garden. At this point I don't care any more. It's painfully clear she's not planning to PICK UP THE SLACK like she'd said to the client so whatever. She comes back in while I'm still trying to finish the last bank and sits down and turns on the TV. Then she says, I'm kicking you out at 6pm. It's now 5:55pm. I have half a month left to go.
I ignore her because BY THE GODS, I'M FINISHING THIS DAMN BANK! Someone will be keeping their word today! At 6:30, I finish the bank and post the revenue. Then I turn to her and say, are you absolutely certain you want to throw me out right now? She says, oh. Well. You can stay until 7pm because I don't like this TV show anyway. Like I'm DISTRACTING HER FROM WATCHING TV WITH MY PRESENCE!
I respond with, in that case I'm going home now because there's still three months of petty cash and employee expenses left that you were supposed to do, so there's really no point in my staying for half an hour. Can you call the client and tell him we can't make his deadline because you're not prepared to work? I sat there and looked at her. And looked at her. AND LOOKED AT HER.
After about fifteen minutes of her trying to watch TV while I'm STARING at the back of her head, she gets up in a huff. FINE! I'll call him! She calls him and says, I don't think... I DON'T THINK, she says! I don't think we're going to make the Monday morning deadline. I'm throwing Judy out right now.
Very loudly, I say, I'm prepared to work but she doesn't want to. I don't know what the guy said but my boss responded with, well I'm not prepared to give up my weekends. I WISH SHE'D TOLD ME THAT! I WOULD HAVE STAYED HOME!
When she got off the phone with him she said, he's going to call us Monday around lunch time. Fine whatever. I pack up my stuff. As I'm heading out the door, she says, so you'll be here earlier tomorrow, right?? SAINTHOOD PEOPLE! SAINTHOOD!!! I SHOULD HAVE WINGS, DAMN IT! I merely responded with, I guess I'll have to be and closed the door.
Note to bosses and future bosses: Please do not commit to project deadlines you have no intention of helping your staff meet. We are not robots. We are not superhuman. We are quite willing to go the extra mile but you must be willing to do so with us. Or at least give a reasonable facsimile thereof.
P.S. I really really need an incredibly angry icon. Anyone have any icons of the hulk they'd care to share? :)