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Rants ahoy!
Jan. 20th, 2004 11:58 pmSo. I work with other temporaries.
Who appear to vary between idiotic and moronic.
Case in point: Bosslady says that there will be people working overtime and pulling records over the weekend, so we should make a run to pick them up first thing Monday morning.
I got in a bit late, so assumed this had been accomplished--ie, that the other two had gone down.
At 9:30, they tell the Bosslady's second in command that, uh, they weren't sure if there would be stuff down there. And that he should EMAIL THEM if there's actually stuff down there.
...it's called initiative. FUCKING INITIATIVE.
There was stuff down there. Enough that Bl sent up a few others to help match stuff.
As always, I am the queen bitch of getting things done, and did far more than most (I assume, since it was all done today, and I did a boatload).
So, this morning, they're still matching stuff a few cubicles away...
First, a quick overview: The stuff was originally ordered by other temps, who were let go on the 31st, and were TOLD to put things in order. None of them did. They each had their own 'system' for organizing these things. It's been enough to drive ME insane. And only intense application of Boingo and the Pogues has kept me from running screaming out a window.
Anyway. Today, I realised that one of the downstairs temps was working in one of the worst organised cubicles. One in which I had put each stack in number order, so as to make it at least slightly better.
She left about 2ish.
And left behind a five-inch high stack of 'unmatchables'.
So, I took this stack, and the scattered stacks of papers to match to them, and matched all but about 10.
On top of that? She'd fucked up the number order of every single stack.
Now I know what she's been doing for the last day and a half. DRAGGING THIS OUT. Fucking bitch.
I am good, however. I matched all of those, AND every record that came in today, AND got all of the remaining stacks and stuck them in my desk, so I know where they are.
Because I am a good person for this sort of meticulous shit.
And I'm faster than every other person in the fucking place.
Sigh.
Will not kill people.
Who appear to vary between idiotic and moronic.
Case in point: Bosslady says that there will be people working overtime and pulling records over the weekend, so we should make a run to pick them up first thing Monday morning.
I got in a bit late, so assumed this had been accomplished--ie, that the other two had gone down.
At 9:30, they tell the Bosslady's second in command that, uh, they weren't sure if there would be stuff down there. And that he should EMAIL THEM if there's actually stuff down there.
...it's called initiative. FUCKING INITIATIVE.
There was stuff down there. Enough that Bl sent up a few others to help match stuff.
As always, I am the queen bitch of getting things done, and did far more than most (I assume, since it was all done today, and I did a boatload).
So, this morning, they're still matching stuff a few cubicles away...
First, a quick overview: The stuff was originally ordered by other temps, who were let go on the 31st, and were TOLD to put things in order. None of them did. They each had their own 'system' for organizing these things. It's been enough to drive ME insane. And only intense application of Boingo and the Pogues has kept me from running screaming out a window.
Anyway. Today, I realised that one of the downstairs temps was working in one of the worst organised cubicles. One in which I had put each stack in number order, so as to make it at least slightly better.
She left about 2ish.
And left behind a five-inch high stack of 'unmatchables'.
So, I took this stack, and the scattered stacks of papers to match to them, and matched all but about 10.
On top of that? She'd fucked up the number order of every single stack.
Now I know what she's been doing for the last day and a half. DRAGGING THIS OUT. Fucking bitch.
I am good, however. I matched all of those, AND every record that came in today, AND got all of the remaining stacks and stuck them in my desk, so I know where they are.
Because I am a good person for this sort of meticulous shit.
And I'm faster than every other person in the fucking place.
Sigh.
Will not kill people.
