New assignment: The Office Bitch, or sinking down the corporate ladder
On Monday, the first day most the staff was back (I returned on Friday) Bosszila had a project for me. I was thinking maybe it would be a cool project like contracts or something like that. It wasn’t. My special project is to clean the office! Yikes, I wouldn’t mind so much if people cleaned up after themselves. But as I’ve said before, they don’t. The supply cabinet is a mess because of co-workers rummaging around and just tossing things they don’t want in their office into it. I also have to label everything. Guess someone has to do it and I’m the lowest ranking person there since they haven’t hired a new receptionist or helper.
I normally do keep things neat and organized but with two back to back events and three trips in a short amount of time, things have gotten a bit rummaged. Bosszila wants it organized for our MOVE. We’re moving to a new office space, not picked out yet. Normally I like change but this one has me a bit nervous. Since I’m doing the job of the receptionist, am I going to be put sitting at a desk in front? I really enjoy having my own office with a door even if I seldom shut it. When I was younger, I put in years as a receptionist and lower level clerical. In the past (lots of) years, I’ve gone for higher level jobs and had thought this job was that of an archive librarian. But since the beginning I’ve sunk instead of rising on the corporate ladder.
Last night I worked sort of late again, went home and ended up driving to the farm. While there I feel asleep in Vegetable Man’s arms (a good way to end the day!). His house is cold because he doesn’t have his wood-burning stove going yet. He did clean the chimney last weekend, though. It must have been about 50 F inside the house, pretty nippy. And it was quite late so I was groggy on the drive home but didn’t see any deer. The only deer I normally see are within a couple miles from home and I did see two on the drive out.
From my E-mail
Higher Bidding
One day a man went to an auction. While there, he bid on a parrot. He really wanted this bird, so he got caught up in the bidding. He kept on bidding, but kept getting outbid, so he bid higher and higher and higher.
Finally, after he bid way more than he intended, he won the bid - the parrot was his at last!
As he was paying for the parrot, he said to the Auctioneer, "I sure hope this parrot can talk. I would hate to have paid this much for it, only to find out that he can't talk!"
"Don't worry." said the Auctioneer, "He can talk. Who do you think kept bidding against you?"
Some Quotes
"According to the energy department, high gas prices may be around for the next six months. After that they'll be followed by really high gas prices." --Jay Leno
"President Bush has pledged to grant millions of dollars in tax breaks to national casino companies rushing to rebuild casinos along the Gulf Coast, giving residents who haven't already lost their house a chance to do so." --Daily Show commentator Lewis Black
"I ain't saying the customer service in my bank is bad, but when I went in the other day and asked the clerk to check my balance she leaned over and pushed me." –Unknown
Wrong Number
A woman meant to call a record store, but dialed the wrong number and got a private home instead. "Do you have 'Eyes of Blue' and 'A Love Supreme?'" she asked.
"Well, no," answered the puzzled homeowner. "But I have a wife and eleven children."
"Is that a record?" the caller inquired, puzzled in her turn.
"I don't think so," replied the man, "but it's as close as I want to get."
The Race
Two gas company servicemen, a senior training supervisor and a young trainee, were out checking meters in a suburban neighborhood. They parked their truck the end of the alley and worked their way to the other end. At the last house, a woman looking out her kitchen window watched the two men as they checked her gas meter.
Finishing the meter check, the senior supervisor challenged his younger coworker to a foot race down the alley back to the truck to prove that an older guy could outrun a younger one.
As they came running up to the truck, they realized the lady from that last house was huffing and puffing right behind them. They stopped and asked her what was wrong.
Gasping for breath, she replied, "When I see two men from the gas company running as hard as you two were, I figured I'd better run too!"
Today we have a convention debriefing. Happy Hump day to you!
I normally do keep things neat and organized but with two back to back events and three trips in a short amount of time, things have gotten a bit rummaged. Bosszila wants it organized for our MOVE. We’re moving to a new office space, not picked out yet. Normally I like change but this one has me a bit nervous. Since I’m doing the job of the receptionist, am I going to be put sitting at a desk in front? I really enjoy having my own office with a door even if I seldom shut it. When I was younger, I put in years as a receptionist and lower level clerical. In the past (lots of) years, I’ve gone for higher level jobs and had thought this job was that of an archive librarian. But since the beginning I’ve sunk instead of rising on the corporate ladder.
Last night I worked sort of late again, went home and ended up driving to the farm. While there I feel asleep in Vegetable Man’s arms (a good way to end the day!). His house is cold because he doesn’t have his wood-burning stove going yet. He did clean the chimney last weekend, though. It must have been about 50 F inside the house, pretty nippy. And it was quite late so I was groggy on the drive home but didn’t see any deer. The only deer I normally see are within a couple miles from home and I did see two on the drive out.
From my E-mail
Higher Bidding
One day a man went to an auction. While there, he bid on a parrot. He really wanted this bird, so he got caught up in the bidding. He kept on bidding, but kept getting outbid, so he bid higher and higher and higher.
Finally, after he bid way more than he intended, he won the bid - the parrot was his at last!
As he was paying for the parrot, he said to the Auctioneer, "I sure hope this parrot can talk. I would hate to have paid this much for it, only to find out that he can't talk!"
"Don't worry." said the Auctioneer, "He can talk. Who do you think kept bidding against you?"
Some Quotes
"According to the energy department, high gas prices may be around for the next six months. After that they'll be followed by really high gas prices." --Jay Leno
"President Bush has pledged to grant millions of dollars in tax breaks to national casino companies rushing to rebuild casinos along the Gulf Coast, giving residents who haven't already lost their house a chance to do so." --Daily Show commentator Lewis Black
"I ain't saying the customer service in my bank is bad, but when I went in the other day and asked the clerk to check my balance she leaned over and pushed me." –Unknown
Wrong Number
A woman meant to call a record store, but dialed the wrong number and got a private home instead. "Do you have 'Eyes of Blue' and 'A Love Supreme?'" she asked.
"Well, no," answered the puzzled homeowner. "But I have a wife and eleven children."
"Is that a record?" the caller inquired, puzzled in her turn.
"I don't think so," replied the man, "but it's as close as I want to get."
The Race
Two gas company servicemen, a senior training supervisor and a young trainee, were out checking meters in a suburban neighborhood. They parked their truck the end of the alley and worked their way to the other end. At the last house, a woman looking out her kitchen window watched the two men as they checked her gas meter.
Finishing the meter check, the senior supervisor challenged his younger coworker to a foot race down the alley back to the truck to prove that an older guy could outrun a younger one.
As they came running up to the truck, they realized the lady from that last house was huffing and puffing right behind them. They stopped and asked her what was wrong.
Gasping for breath, she replied, "When I see two men from the gas company running as hard as you two were, I figured I'd better run too!"
Today we have a convention debriefing. Happy Hump day to you!
13 Comments:
Happy Hump Day.
your work situation sounds really frustrating PBS. I feel for you.
I hope you have a good day. We are having burgers for tea tonight. I wonder where I got that idea from.
Beef and onion burgers, with salad, cheese slices and fried onions too.mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Orgnizing the office supply closet is a task that's been dumped into my lap more often than I care to think about without becoming suicidal.
Change can be good and bad, I hope the move ends up being a good thing for you!
I agree. Sometimes change is just what we need. Poor Veggie man! I know what it's like to have a cold house. I finally turned on the furnace yesterday.
happy hump day, your work situation would drive me bonkers...i really hope that you get your own office back soon...
no one asks me to sort out stationery, i'm too vicious with a labeller..lol
:0)
If the service in your bank (or anywhere else) ever gets bad, just turn to the stranger next to you in line and loudly say "Hey! I thought you said there wasn't gonna be no killin'."
Gas meters hahahA!
You should just tip the cabinet out onto the floor and use a big snow shovel to push the mess out the door. Then just file a reorder slip for everything that needs to be in there.
That, or pay the movers to lose the cabinet so it can be replaced with a nice clean one.
Happy Hump Day!! Now I know what it means!!!!
I love your jokes!
Poor you with cakky job tho, not good. I actually ran out of things to do for a bit last week & ended up doing the dregs of everyone's filing! Actually I had brainache so I wasn't complaining but it does really bug when you know you can do soooo much better. Good luck with it. x
You NEED a new job, that has to suck.
Does this mean things are going well for you and Veggie man?
May the Bozzilla be made to see the error of her ways...soon.
Okay so I was totally wrong the other day when I thought things at the job sounded good. Oops.
I was asked to clean out the supply closet too once at my old job. I did such a great job that they started asking me every time.
Just screw things up so bad that they won't ask again - that's the secret. (but if you're like me, you can't do that either)
I'm sorry to hear about your new "project". You deserve better. Work really is a four letter word, isn't it? I don't work anymore, but I do have some horror stories from when I worked in Corporate America. I used to work as an auditor. I had a boss who chewed me up one side and down the other in front of an office full of clients. I've never been so humiliated in my life. He called me an idiot in front of 20 people and I had to stand there and take it stonefaced. What else can you do when the person yelling at you is in charge of the purse strings? The dude who signs the check always has the last say.
I'm glad you and vegetable man have found each other. Love is what keeps us going.
Sorry the house is so chilly, though. Pile on some yummy quilts!
I say any position that gets you away from Bosszilla....is a BONUS!
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