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Oh, good grief!
Sep. 21st, 2004 12:47 pmShai, she's an idiot.
An intelligent one, who actually knew her way around the computer, but still an idiot.
So, as some of you may remember, I've been bitching and complaining about Pat. Well, Pat's last day was Friday.
On Monday, lo and behold, we had a new temp. And she was familiar. She was Shai's partner in Psych last semester, and they threw plastic balls at me. I was amused, and then pleased. She was good on the phone, she seemed to get Heat and everything else....
And she apparently really doesn't like criticism.
Like, to the point where she gets snippy.
I was showing her letters today. Dude, I didn't do letters for nearly a fucking month. And I was showing her letters, she was just. that. quick. So, she made a mistake in phrasing. L and J asked her to fix it (not being bitchy about it, just saying, "Oh, we need to rephrase that, actually"). She did, but she apparently made a comment to J about "Why care, you're job's going away anyway." J, who is endlessly amusing to me, pulled the "Get over yourself" line.
Now, had she said that to me, her response would have been an eyeroll and a "Whatever. Talk to the hand."
New temp apparently took it the wrong way, however.
Because she came over shortly thereafter, handed me the stack of cards she'd finished (if she had one fault, it was that she simply wasn't the fastest typist... But then, I've had six years of chat to keep me on my toes), and said, "Maybe I'll see you somewhere else."
My huh got a reply of "I'm leaving."
So she's gone.
This is disappointing because she was good on the phone and fricking smart, and actually GOT shit.
ARG!
Now we have to break in a new temp (a guy this time).
She had her frelling cubicle organized!
*headdesk*
I liked her, we all pretty much did.
Dude, this sucks.
And we're still dealing with the crap Pat left behind in a mess. (a gift card. There was a fucking gift card on her desk that never got sent out. I only knew where it was going because I'd helped her find the damn letter).
I'd cry tears of frustration, but it's not really my style.
Besides, Sam Carter's doing enough of that already.
An intelligent one, who actually knew her way around the computer, but still an idiot.
So, as some of you may remember, I've been bitching and complaining about Pat. Well, Pat's last day was Friday.
On Monday, lo and behold, we had a new temp. And she was familiar. She was Shai's partner in Psych last semester, and they threw plastic balls at me. I was amused, and then pleased. She was good on the phone, she seemed to get Heat and everything else....
And she apparently really doesn't like criticism.
Like, to the point where she gets snippy.
I was showing her letters today. Dude, I didn't do letters for nearly a fucking month. And I was showing her letters, she was just. that. quick. So, she made a mistake in phrasing. L and J asked her to fix it (not being bitchy about it, just saying, "Oh, we need to rephrase that, actually"). She did, but she apparently made a comment to J about "Why care, you're job's going away anyway." J, who is endlessly amusing to me, pulled the "Get over yourself" line.
Now, had she said that to me, her response would have been an eyeroll and a "Whatever. Talk to the hand."
New temp apparently took it the wrong way, however.
Because she came over shortly thereafter, handed me the stack of cards she'd finished (if she had one fault, it was that she simply wasn't the fastest typist... But then, I've had six years of chat to keep me on my toes), and said, "Maybe I'll see you somewhere else."
My huh got a reply of "I'm leaving."
So she's gone.
This is disappointing because she was good on the phone and fricking smart, and actually GOT shit.
ARG!
Now we have to break in a new temp (a guy this time).
She had her frelling cubicle organized!
*headdesk*
I liked her, we all pretty much did.
Dude, this sucks.
And we're still dealing with the crap Pat left behind in a mess. (a gift card. There was a fucking gift card on her desk that never got sent out. I only knew where it was going because I'd helped her find the damn letter).
I'd cry tears of frustration, but it's not really my style.
Besides, Sam Carter's doing enough of that already.
