Here, have some Stephen
*shrugs* I am having an emotionally detached kind of day. Stuff that should be pissing me off, just, isn't. And believe me bossman hurls enough crap at me to give me good cause. Especially when he's in a foul mood where nothing I'm doing is right. Like today *rolls eyes*.
But I have better eyeroll reasons! So we sell medals. A guy just called wondering if we sell 'Salutatorian' medals. Since I don't really know the catalog we use so well I asked coworker R if he knew. Coworker R's response: "What's a Salutatorian?"
Bossman then asked me to scan something for him. Knowing on days where he's in a right pisser of a mood he's about as smart as a sack of bricks, I wrote on a post-it the location of the file he was looking for, down to the root and file name. Twenty minutes later? "Hey Jen, what's the name of that file?" *headdesk*
... at least I have Adam and his new boytoy going out on the town to keep me entertained. *snerk*
But I have better eyeroll reasons! So we sell medals. A guy just called wondering if we sell 'Salutatorian' medals. Since I don't really know the catalog we use so well I asked coworker R if he knew. Coworker R's response: "What's a Salutatorian?"
Bossman then asked me to scan something for him. Knowing on days where he's in a right pisser of a mood he's about as smart as a sack of bricks, I wrote on a post-it the location of the file he was looking for, down to the root and file name. Twenty minutes later? "Hey Jen, what's the name of that file?" *headdesk*
... at least I have Adam and his new boytoy going out on the town to keep me entertained. *snerk*