There will be blood...in my cubicle?
So I have a new trainee. And without a doubt, hands down, no questions asked, he is the WORST trainee I've had to date. All trainees annoy me, but that's because I hate being watched, but this guy is the ultimate twerp. Perhaps I'm a bit spoiled because my last trainee was great, paid attention, and is doing fine now, and this guy is just staring at the screen and pretending like he knows what's up, but really! I can't take him sometimes. I don't know if it's because he's older (married, with teenage son) and I'm like, why don't you have a real job? The hell are you doing here? Or if it's because he's not really paying close attention to what I'm trying to teach him. To be fair, I have been a little more nitpicky and trying to teach him the specifics without being sure about whether or not he gets the general stuff, but he's taking over my account that I've been working the last eight months, I'm trying to tell him everything I know and he's not even taking notes! Gahhhh... Plus, he's just freaking annoying. He quoted Dumb and Dumber at me today, and I was about to throw him out of my cubicle for that one. He also wanders around a lot. He hasn't figured out the whole we start work AT six, not fifteen minutes later. At least, I don't, but I'm a spastic control freak, what do I know.
My freaking account, that's what!!!
Or as he looked out of my window today at the Federal Building:
Twerpy trainee: "Who works there? Anybody?"
Me: "Um, I don't know. Federal people?" - translation: "It's Monday and I haven't finished half my work, does it LOOK like I GIVE A FLYING FUCK?!"
Or peering around my cubicle:
Twerpy trainee: "I see other people have maps. You don't?"
Me: "Nope, not so much." - translation: "SHUT. UP."
I know enough North American geography to get by, thank you very much.
And I do NOT understand what it is with this latest batch of trainees and their complete inability to keep their hands off my stuff. Granted it's mostly napkins and post-it notes, but for fuck's sake, could you ASK before you take or move my shit? And they just pile their crap all over my desk like I'm not going to use it. I have no idea why this guy makes me so edgy, but it's really driving me crazy. Though, I think it's a combination of the post-firing stress of last week, still being saddled with the crazy 800 cars that do stupid things account, and knowing that this idiot is going to take over MY account when he's not paying close attention to detail. My fear is that we'll finally let him loose with it, and after two weeks, he'll decide it's not for him or he'll be let go, and after two weeks of being handled by an incompetent twit, I'll have to clean everything up. And still do my work. AGH. Shoot me. At least I'm not the only one who thinks he's a space cadet, and hopefully when my supervisor works with him tomorrow, he'll realize it as well. I'm really trying, but I don't know what else I can do except explain it every time. He's not taking it in as quickly as I'd hoped.
In other news, I saw Last of the Mohicans last week, what a BRILLIANT movie. Daniel Day-Lewis might be a nutbar in some ways, but he's totally dreamy as Hawkeye. The real Hawkeye, no offense to Alan Alda or Donald Sutherland. Or the U of Iowa for that matter. The scenery was teh awesome. And I went to my first grownup dinner party without my parents and had a blast. I adored the girls in my book club, they rule.
Hmm, twenty minutes to Top Gear where I can leave the ranting to Jeremy Clarkson. Better go novel a bit.
My freaking account, that's what!!!
Or as he looked out of my window today at the Federal Building:
Twerpy trainee: "Who works there? Anybody?"
Me: "Um, I don't know. Federal people?" - translation: "It's Monday and I haven't finished half my work, does it LOOK like I GIVE A FLYING FUCK?!"
Or peering around my cubicle:
Twerpy trainee: "I see other people have maps. You don't?"
Me: "Nope, not so much." - translation: "SHUT. UP."
I know enough North American geography to get by, thank you very much.
And I do NOT understand what it is with this latest batch of trainees and their complete inability to keep their hands off my stuff. Granted it's mostly napkins and post-it notes, but for fuck's sake, could you ASK before you take or move my shit? And they just pile their crap all over my desk like I'm not going to use it. I have no idea why this guy makes me so edgy, but it's really driving me crazy. Though, I think it's a combination of the post-firing stress of last week, still being saddled with the crazy 800 cars that do stupid things account, and knowing that this idiot is going to take over MY account when he's not paying close attention to detail. My fear is that we'll finally let him loose with it, and after two weeks, he'll decide it's not for him or he'll be let go, and after two weeks of being handled by an incompetent twit, I'll have to clean everything up. And still do my work. AGH. Shoot me. At least I'm not the only one who thinks he's a space cadet, and hopefully when my supervisor works with him tomorrow, he'll realize it as well. I'm really trying, but I don't know what else I can do except explain it every time. He's not taking it in as quickly as I'd hoped.
In other news, I saw Last of the Mohicans last week, what a BRILLIANT movie. Daniel Day-Lewis might be a nutbar in some ways, but he's totally dreamy as Hawkeye. The real Hawkeye, no offense to Alan Alda or Donald Sutherland. Or the U of Iowa for that matter. The scenery was teh awesome. And I went to my first grownup dinner party without my parents and had a blast. I adored the girls in my book club, they rule.
Hmm, twenty minutes to Top Gear where I can leave the ranting to Jeremy Clarkson. Better go novel a bit.