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There are signs that I am rubbing off on my supervisor. Following yesterday's debacle, today, he asked me to come into his office to discuss a client's request and hear my opinion on it. The client? The colleague from another division, who wants to use some of our space and equipment to run a short experimental test.
After gritting my teeth I said, "Well, I'm already doing something exactly like that at right this moment, why don't they just send me the samples and I'll tack them on at the end. I'd really rather not have them in my department when they're not qualified to do the work. They'd get the results tomorrow."
My supervisor said, "I was thinking more of loaning them the piece-of-shit totally unreliable equipment that gives unstable readings, that way, they can't blame us for the results because they're the ones who ran them."
The icing on the cake? It came later when he called me into his office again and showed me another email hinting at how ignorant the client is about the experiment. I just about choked when my supervisor said, "I've signed them up for the three hour health and safety training."
Which, if anyone has ever gone through H&S, is a particular brand of torture.
I am pleased.
So pleased, that I am productive today: I have submitted my summerpornathon bonus challenge, I have finished and turned in my summerpornathon week 7 challenge, and I have written 3,000 more words to LM Part 10.
And now for ice cream!