What the hell?! Saturday?
May 10, 2008 — tiedtogetherwithasmileI am getting worse and worse at this thing. This week has been absolutely crazy because…I GRADUATE TOMORROW! Oh and also because my senior design project is STILL NOT DONE. We just have to put everything together so it won’t take long, but I’ve been working my butt off to get to that point. I promise to give a real update sometime..probably tomorrow after all the excitement dies down.
As promised, this week’s what the hell?! award goes to all crazy co-workers and you guys gave me lots to work with…
From chickbug:
i admit. i have a couple “please don’t talk to me” co-workers. you know, the person who walks by your desk and you immediately pick up the phone so they can’t start talking to you. or you hear their voice and you cringe. but i think i’m too nice. because they never leave me alone! they will stand at my desk WAITING for me to get off the phone or trap me in the kitchen. and then i’m stuck talking to them, trying my hardest to find a sliver of an opportunity to get out of the conversation. i don’t want to talk about your daughters-boyfriends-mother. i don’t care about your trip to the grocery store last night. you’ve already told me the joke about president bush five times before! i beg you. stop talking to me!
From anonymous:
I would like to nominate most of my coworkers.
Specifically, Our receptionist is trying to cross check the time sheets and scheduling board of OUR BOSS, who is salary and consequently, don’t HAVE time sheets.
Wrong on so many levels.
From Good Things Come To Those Who Whine:
Oh my gosh, I could go on forever about this. How about when my ex-coworker used to drop envelopes on my desk and say “interoffice this,” even though she had to walk past the mail room to get to my desk.
Or earlier this week when my boss emailed me a link to a spreadsheet on our network drive, and said “can you please make this into a spreadsheet and send it back to me,” because I think she was THAT DUMB that she didnt realize the link was, in fact, already a spreadsheet.
Another time, one coworker asked if anyone had a charger for a Samsung phone with them, and another one replied “Ii don’t even know what that means.”
From AuburnKat:
I could write a book on this topic! The top one is probably when I was told about how you can get a yeast infection in your arm pit. Nice huh?
How ’bout when I worked at a Pier One and the assistant manager (who really didn’t do too much) said two alternating things about me: that I felt I didn’t need to work as hard as the others because I was conceited, and that I worked 2x harder than the others to show off for my boss. Um, she considered “working 2x harder” to be showing up on time, ringing people out, helping customers, and actually finishing putting stock out. Explain to me PLEASE how I can be both lazy and overachieving at the same time. Seriously. I ended up quitting because she scheduled me for 1 (my availability clearly said 5) and I told her I couldn’t make it- she told me I had to. My manager tried reprimanding me “your availability says you could’ve been there” and I was like ..uh? No? It doesn’t. She looked. Found out the assistant manager lied to her about my availability so I’d get fired. Yeah. I quit that one.
From anonymous:
This receptionist also left early one day last week (we’re talking 3 hours before work ends) to go to a Tyler Perry play. And because of that, I was SICK AND HAD TO STAY AT WORK (because we didn’t have enough people to cover). Oh yeah, and she lied about where she was going. Hate. Two nights ago, I had a nightmare about the receptionist, that’s how mean she is.My friend/coworker, A, asked coworker M where coworker Z was a time or two, because coworker Z is known to carry her things around so she can sneak out and leave early whenever no one’s looking. A is a higher position than Z, but Z found out about this and went to our boss, asking “Does A have a right to be checking up on me!?” Um, do YOU have a right to sneak out of work, psycho biatch!?Another coworker stares at you like you have an alien sticking outta your head if you ask her ANYTHING. And I mean anything. “Do you know where the spoons are?” or “When is our boss getting here?” She STARES at you, eyes all bugged out, then asks, “You talkin’ to me??” You smile politely and nod, and she NEVER knows the answer. Like, ever. I think you could ask her, “What’s your daughter’s name?” and she’d claim to have no idea. I think she just wants to be as unhelpful as possible, personally.
One summer I worked in an office with two incredibly sweet ladies and one crazy one. We had a 2 week period where we were so busy I didn’t take lunches, so I started trying to find easy food that I could eat at my desk. I starting bringing Slim Fast shakes because they were healthier than a bag of chips, and wouldn’t be messy to drink while I was working. It was NOT because I wanted to lose weight. My crazy co-worker said to me “I think it’s great that you’ve decided to get your weight under control, its really good for you.” Um, excuse me…I weigh 105!! I did not go back.
