49 posts tagged “work”

Elevator talk is stupid.  You don't know each others' names, you don't know what one another does (except you know they work on, say, the lawyer's floor, or the hospital floor, or the computer people floor, etc.), you don't really even care to talk.  You're in an elevator for 37 seconds with folks you see everyday, and while you don't typically talk to, there is an inclination to speak due to the commonality of your office building or because of the silence that some folks find awkward.

Typically, I don't fall into the category of 'we must talk for 37 seconds.'  I usually find it grating.  I feel there is no obligation owed to any party in the elevator to make generic conversation.

Today, though, has been a weird kind of day.  I've been a bit out of sorts.  And I am blaming the scenes below on my having been a bit out of sorts.

What had happened wuz: I got in the elevator after work with.  The people from the lawyers floor were in there.  My guard was up.  Cus see, lawyers and insurance agents are typically natural born enemies (well, the lawyers that work with insurance agents are. there are good lawyers out there... don't know if I can necessarily say the same about insurance folks... but you didn't hear that from me).  BUT I DIGRESS...  My guard was up. 

They're in the elevator discussing something and I join for the descent to the first floor to go home.  The topic at hand: gaming systems.  Something I don't know much about.  Yet, for some reason (see: out of sorts) I felt inclined to contribute to the already-flowing conversation.  While innocent enough, I felt compelled to correct one of the guys when he said Sony made XBox, cus I don't know a lot about gaming systems, but I do know that Microsoft made XBox. 

Now, the situation wasn't as awkward as I so graciously painted below (see the detail of my hair, eye color and cardigan), but I felt it was.  Granted, there were a few blank stares after I spoke, and I interpreted those blank stares as "Um. Why are you talking?" but I'm sure my interpretation was scewed cus, well, I don't know.  I'm just sure that that's not what they were really thinking.  But I kinda think it was.

Anyway, this is what the 37-second exchange felt like:

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Sometimes, when I'm walking around and around and around and around in the office in search of a specific pen I like, I wanna yell:

CAN A NI**A GET A BLACK, MEDIUM TIP, BALL POINT PEN UP IN DIS BIATCCCCCCH?!!

Despite the fact that the former office supply room lady is gone, we still can't get down the basic of 'what office supply rooms should have.'  Again (per my previous post) the black ball point pen is, like, the most basic of pens.

UGHHHH!!!

A co-worker has a cell phone ringer that he doesn't turn off.  Granted, he's a higher-up, but still.

The kicker?  Not only does it ring at least once a day, but it's that 'git 'er done' guy saying verious 'git 'er done' type things.

I'm judging the guy with this ringtone. 

In trying to rationalize why I'm particularly out of sorts today, I think I've discovered why:

During a bathroom break, I looked down whilst handlin biz and discovered my panties were backwards.  This irrationally confused me, eeked me out and made me feel slovenly.

So, that's my problem.  Backwards pannies. 

I just thought a client severly underpaid (by over $100,000) on their account based on a completely erroneous invoice I created, but it was just underpaid by less than $2.00.

THIS is why I don't do math.

And to all the kids at home: YES!  YOU DO NEED MATH!!  IT WILL BE HANDY WHEN YOU GROW UP.  Don't ever brush off your math teacher, or you will be like me and see two dollar figures and it will blow your mind that they don't look the same therefore they must be two completely different numbers, when in actuality, they are just off by less than $2.00.

Series of events:

One (1) Goldie standing at file, filing back, well ... files.

Two (2) office bitchezzz whispering

One (1) Goldie not giving a flying 747 fuck what they're whispering about, until

One (1) office bitch whispers (very audibly) "pss.psss. Oh.  Goldie."

Two (2) office bitchezzz stop whispering and start talking shop.

One (1) Goldie brushes her shoulder off.  Cus that's what players do when bitchezzz be hatin'.

I finally (FINALLY) woke up at 5:00.  Since I've moved to the East Bay (first Albany, now Berkeley) last March, I've had a hard time waking up at that time because I didn't need to due to my commute was drastically shorter. 

Today, though, I woke up at 5:00.  I was able to really wake up and shower leisurely and enjoy the news for a bit and wake Lorelai up without urgency.  I also feel more awake at the office.

I've definitely needed 5:00 wake-up times in my Monday-Friday life, so I'll try to make a habit of this.  I'm all seizing the day and stuff. 

I had a lady from a company I work with email me to tell me that she's making some special accomodation some training she's doing for a mutual client (the names/industry info has been deleted to protect the identity of those involved, but the context [including poor grammar] remain in tact):

"Please note the client wanted training and it will be on Saturday.  Please note we normally do not do work on a Saturday but will be able to accommodate the client this time."

I wrote back and said, "Thank you for this accomodation."  Now, please keep in mind - I didn't ask for this Saturday training.  Our mutual client was in direct contact with her to set it up.  It sucks to work on Saturdays.  SUCKS.  But I didn't make her do it

This morning, I get this email from the company lady:

"Would you mind sending a short note to BossPerson for my being able to make such accommodations if you would.  This would be a kind gesture.  Thanks."

Um.  Ok. 

Now, I can appreciate someone sending the word to my boss that I'm kicking arse and taking names, but I don't go around asking for it.  Why not go to our mutual client and ask for the priase?  Oh - cus that's TACKY!  Who.Does.This?!