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Day 88 - Bee In Her Bonnet
Mar. 29th, 2010 06:40 pmI'm beginning to think my boss' chemical imbalance has affected her mind. The last few weeks she's been really extra annoying but today was just over the top.
I don't know what the hell got up her nose today but she asked me to punch numbers into a client's corporate tax, which was fine. Then she made a comment about letting her know what the wages were so she could do his personal tax. I, helpfully I thought, suggested that since I'm punching the numbers into the corporate tax program anyway, I might as well carry them over to his personal tax. My reasoning being that there were more complicated clients that she could be spending her time on.
You'd have thought I was taking food out of her mouth. She grabbed up his tax folder, walked over to my desk and slammed it down on top of the photocopier that sits next to my desk and then stomped back to her desk. Then she spent the next few hours cursing at her computer. I got so fed up with listening to her rant at the machine that I walked over to her desk and set her printer to default so that all her programs would print to the same printer. I wasn't going to do anything but it was either that or tell her to shut the hell up.
I don't know what the hell got up her nose today but she asked me to punch numbers into a client's corporate tax, which was fine. Then she made a comment about letting her know what the wages were so she could do his personal tax. I, helpfully I thought, suggested that since I'm punching the numbers into the corporate tax program anyway, I might as well carry them over to his personal tax. My reasoning being that there were more complicated clients that she could be spending her time on.
You'd have thought I was taking food out of her mouth. She grabbed up his tax folder, walked over to my desk and slammed it down on top of the photocopier that sits next to my desk and then stomped back to her desk. Then she spent the next few hours cursing at her computer. I got so fed up with listening to her rant at the machine that I walked over to her desk and set her printer to default so that all her programs would print to the same printer. I wasn't going to do anything but it was either that or tell her to shut the hell up.
