Taking the cake
We are back to crappy weather time. Hello, cold and rain...and is the rain splotching on my windshield, as if it's trying to turn into snow? Bleah. I do not appreciate temps that are 40 degrees colder than they were the week before.
I also don't appreciate Sam's Club when they leave virtually all their carts out in the elements, so that when I have to go pick up the birthday cake for work I have to take one that's freezing and wet...and then, when I walk inside the nice warm building, I discover a length of carts that the ID checking girl is busy mopping around, oblivious to the people who've just walked in and didn't notice the nice warm carts because they weren't where carts normally are, so why would they bother looking over there?
*sigh*
Even better, this year there were PLENTY of cakes from which to choose, unlike last year, but since I'd already ordered a cake there was no chance I'd repeat the frozen cake episode. Oh well. I did get to tell a very truncated version of the story to someone who wasn't here this time last year, who was amused. The only downside to the birthday bit was that I'd wanted to honor the March birthday person, who was working third shift last month, only to find he's working third shift this week, too. Bah. But someone suggested putting a piece of cake in the fridge for him, so I did. I hope he gets it.
HRM and HRA were busy with orientation and didn't eat cake with the rest of us, so I brought two pieces over to HRA's desk for them to eat later. HRM grabbed hers first, and when HRA came back to her desk a little later she noticed one of the pieces missing and asked if HRM had taken her cake. I said, HRM *always* takes the cake.
That was the sugar talking.
Meanwhile, the temps are driving me a little batty. I'm sorry--if you're a temp worker, you do not work here. Because when you say you work here, that actually translates to "I am employed by this business and they are the ones who give me my paycheck." That is not the case. You work for an agency, which sends you here to do a job. If you are a temp and you say you work here and you give me a name I do not recognize, I will look at you funny and not allow you access to the office. Trust me. I sort the checks, I see the attendance, I know the names of the people who work here. Even if you're new, I've probably seen your name via the applications, interview lists, and drug test forms. When I don't recognize your name at all, that means you do not work here. How hard is it to tell me you're from the agency? That's really all I need to know. That, in a nutshell, will tell me who I need to talk to regarding you. If you just claim you work here and I know you really don't, you're going to sit in the lobby for ten minutes until I can figure out who you really are. Do me a favor and just tell me the truth right off the bat, and that way very little time gets wasted.
I also don't appreciate Sam's Club when they leave virtually all their carts out in the elements, so that when I have to go pick up the birthday cake for work I have to take one that's freezing and wet...and then, when I walk inside the nice warm building, I discover a length of carts that the ID checking girl is busy mopping around, oblivious to the people who've just walked in and didn't notice the nice warm carts because they weren't where carts normally are, so why would they bother looking over there?
*sigh*
Even better, this year there were PLENTY of cakes from which to choose, unlike last year, but since I'd already ordered a cake there was no chance I'd repeat the frozen cake episode. Oh well. I did get to tell a very truncated version of the story to someone who wasn't here this time last year, who was amused. The only downside to the birthday bit was that I'd wanted to honor the March birthday person, who was working third shift last month, only to find he's working third shift this week, too. Bah. But someone suggested putting a piece of cake in the fridge for him, so I did. I hope he gets it.
HRM and HRA were busy with orientation and didn't eat cake with the rest of us, so I brought two pieces over to HRA's desk for them to eat later. HRM grabbed hers first, and when HRA came back to her desk a little later she noticed one of the pieces missing and asked if HRM had taken her cake. I said, HRM *always* takes the cake.
That was the sugar talking.
Meanwhile, the temps are driving me a little batty. I'm sorry--if you're a temp worker, you do not work here. Because when you say you work here, that actually translates to "I am employed by this business and they are the ones who give me my paycheck." That is not the case. You work for an agency, which sends you here to do a job. If you are a temp and you say you work here and you give me a name I do not recognize, I will look at you funny and not allow you access to the office. Trust me. I sort the checks, I see the attendance, I know the names of the people who work here. Even if you're new, I've probably seen your name via the applications, interview lists, and drug test forms. When I don't recognize your name at all, that means you do not work here. How hard is it to tell me you're from the agency? That's really all I need to know. That, in a nutshell, will tell me who I need to talk to regarding you. If you just claim you work here and I know you really don't, you're going to sit in the lobby for ten minutes until I can figure out who you really are. Do me a favor and just tell me the truth right off the bat, and that way very little time gets wasted.