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I am going to commit workplace hari-kari with a receipt spike.
We've all heard of J's favourite question, and how it just so happens to coincide with my Biggest Pet Peeve Ever.
So when she draped herself across my desk again, and stared pointedly at my monitor again, and asked, "What are you working on?" again, I gave her my best Cow-In-The-Pasture Stare™ and replied:
"Well.
[Pointed glance at Purolator website on the monitor]
You see.
[Scroll down, reveal Purolator address]
I don't have this address.
[Scribble]
I need to have it.
[Re-adjust scroll amount minutely. Scrawl]
So.
[Scribbling down address at 00000.5 clicks per hour]
I reckoned
[Scribble]
I would write it down.
[Scratch]
'Cause then
[Write write]
I would have it.
[Jot jot]
[Flourish]
'Cause I need it.
BIGSMILE
She didn't like that. TOO BAD. I'm going to colour the screen of my monitor in with a Sharpie pen and vaguely guess my way through the internet. I could do it, too.
So today, Captain Cunt decides that I still Don't have enough to do. This may or may not have something to do with the fact that I am a receptionist for a five-person company AS OPPOSED TO FUCKING MICROSOFT. But I digress. Today I am told:
-[PLUNK] These Purolator (the irony!) waybills need to be put in order of date.
-They are in order. She asked me to put them in reverse chronological order a month ago.
-Now she wants them in chronological order.
I told the accountant I was going to cut her. Nobody can ever say I didn't warn them.
If anyone in the Hamilton/Halton/Peel regions know of a position that banks $13/hr or up, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LET ME KNOW BEFORE I USE THE WAYBILLS TO SLOWLY SAW MY WAY THROUGH MY WRIST. Thank you. That is all.
We've all heard of J's favourite question, and how it just so happens to coincide with my Biggest Pet Peeve Ever.
So when she draped herself across my desk again, and stared pointedly at my monitor again, and asked, "What are you working on?" again, I gave her my best Cow-In-The-Pasture Stare™ and replied:
"Well.
[Pointed glance at Purolator website on the monitor]
You see.
[Scroll down, reveal Purolator address]
I don't have this address.
[Scribble]
I need to have it.
[Re-adjust scroll amount minutely. Scrawl]
So.
[Scribbling down address at 00000.5 clicks per hour]
I reckoned
[Scribble]
I would write it down.
[Scratch]
'Cause then
[Write write]
I would have it.
[Jot jot]
[Flourish]
'Cause I need it.
BIGSMILE
She didn't like that. TOO BAD. I'm going to colour the screen of my monitor in with a Sharpie pen and vaguely guess my way through the internet. I could do it, too.
So today, Captain Cunt decides that I still Don't have enough to do. This may or may not have something to do with the fact that I am a receptionist for a five-person company AS OPPOSED TO FUCKING MICROSOFT. But I digress. Today I am told:
-[PLUNK] These Purolator (the irony!) waybills need to be put in order of date.
-They are in order. She asked me to put them in reverse chronological order a month ago.
-Now she wants them in chronological order.
I told the accountant I was going to cut her. Nobody can ever say I didn't warn them.
If anyone in the Hamilton/Halton/Peel regions know of a position that banks $13/hr or up, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LET ME KNOW BEFORE I USE THE WAYBILLS TO SLOWLY SAW MY WAY THROUGH MY WRIST. Thank you. That is all.