Office life
I had this open, writing on and off, while at work on Thursday. I realize it's now Sunday, but I'm somewhat amused by it anyway, so here it is, incomplete, because otherwise I'd just throw it away...
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Across the street from my office lives a woman with a french balcony. She likes to stand in the open doors and have a cigarette.
Well, the lucky lady has a boyfriend now. I know this because he regularly joins her on the small balcony, both of them draped only in bed clothes, so very clearly enjoying a post-coital smoke. On weekdays. At like, 10 in the morning. Aside from the smoking and the crappy location of her apartment, I am super jealous. I want lazy, mid-morning sex, too!
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An old lady just called the office, then got so confused by another phone ringing that she hung up on me.
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Lately, it seems like every work sheet I'm supposed to invoice from is just a mess of misplaced order numbers and too many materials unaccounted for... How hard can it feasibly be to keep the invoices together with the work sheet, and submit everything together? And how difficult can it possibly be for a person to input 5 digits in the correct order, so that the invoices correlate with the specific case? Seems like the boys go to check out their purchases and say," put this on case no. 10628," and the checkout person is like, "sure!" *keysmash* "there, done." Well, thanks for nothing, checkout person. You're really fucking up my chi, and I'm left cleaning up the mess. Oh, not to mention the complete morons who are like, "I don't need to put in a wrong case number! I know the guy who's buying this stuff! I'll just put in his name!" Yeah, because it's not like he has more than one case running at a time. And when he turns in his work sheet in two weeks' time, I'll be like, "I remember everywhere you've been and everything you've done, because I've been sitting in my office, so of course I have an acute memory of this specific situation that I was in no way a part of." Please. Just do what it says on the box, people. Don't get creative. Help a girl out.
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In order to digitalize Denmark, a security feature has been foisted upon us, with the exceptionally insulting name, "EasyID." Because I am a person, as well as the administrator of the company, I am now in charge of three of these "Easy"IDs. And because I just got a new computer, I had the rare pleasure of contacting my business administrator (me) to request a new ID (for me), which the business administrator (still me) would then have to review and accept. I had to do this twice, once for the company, and once for the holding company. *headdesk*
I just got two extremely stressful emails, prompting me to activate these "Easy"IDs, because the deadline for doing so is May 20th! Hurry, Tink, hurry!
Yes, thank you, I am quite invested in getting this up and running since I still have to use the old computer for anything "Easy"Id-related. You know what I don't have? The activation codes! So maybe, I dunno, get on that, before you come charging into my inbox and stressing me the fuck out, yeah?
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Last Friday was our official Company Summer Party. I'd booked tickets to go see "Ørkenens Sønner" (The Desert's Sons), which is an all-male lineup consisting primarily of excellent puns and toilet humor, so it seemed appropriate for a bunch of plumbers and their wives/girlfriends...! (No, but f'real, they're really funny!) Before that we'd booked a table for a two-course meal (steaks for dinner being the important part of the equation, always), and after, we went out for drinks until people tired out. I think they were generally pleased with the arrangement.
- And now that that's over, I'm already stressing about our Christmas party, because as usual, the planning of these things is all on me. Any suggestions? I'm putting off bowling for as long as I can, because my arthritic fingers are not fans.
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Across the street from my office lives a woman with a french balcony. She likes to stand in the open doors and have a cigarette.
Well, the lucky lady has a boyfriend now. I know this because he regularly joins her on the small balcony, both of them draped only in bed clothes, so very clearly enjoying a post-coital smoke. On weekdays. At like, 10 in the morning. Aside from the smoking and the crappy location of her apartment, I am super jealous. I want lazy, mid-morning sex, too!
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An old lady just called the office, then got so confused by another phone ringing that she hung up on me.
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Lately, it seems like every work sheet I'm supposed to invoice from is just a mess of misplaced order numbers and too many materials unaccounted for... How hard can it feasibly be to keep the invoices together with the work sheet, and submit everything together? And how difficult can it possibly be for a person to input 5 digits in the correct order, so that the invoices correlate with the specific case? Seems like the boys go to check out their purchases and say," put this on case no. 10628," and the checkout person is like, "sure!" *keysmash* "there, done." Well, thanks for nothing, checkout person. You're really fucking up my chi, and I'm left cleaning up the mess. Oh, not to mention the complete morons who are like, "I don't need to put in a wrong case number! I know the guy who's buying this stuff! I'll just put in his name!" Yeah, because it's not like he has more than one case running at a time. And when he turns in his work sheet in two weeks' time, I'll be like, "I remember everywhere you've been and everything you've done, because I've been sitting in my office, so of course I have an acute memory of this specific situation that I was in no way a part of." Please. Just do what it says on the box, people. Don't get creative. Help a girl out.
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In order to digitalize Denmark, a security feature has been foisted upon us, with the exceptionally insulting name, "EasyID." Because I am a person, as well as the administrator of the company, I am now in charge of three of these "Easy"IDs. And because I just got a new computer, I had the rare pleasure of contacting my business administrator (me) to request a new ID (for me), which the business administrator (still me) would then have to review and accept. I had to do this twice, once for the company, and once for the holding company. *headdesk*
I just got two extremely stressful emails, prompting me to activate these "Easy"IDs, because the deadline for doing so is May 20th! Hurry, Tink, hurry!
Yes, thank you, I am quite invested in getting this up and running since I still have to use the old computer for anything "Easy"Id-related. You know what I don't have? The activation codes! So maybe, I dunno, get on that, before you come charging into my inbox and stressing me the fuck out, yeah?
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Last Friday was our official Company Summer Party. I'd booked tickets to go see "Ørkenens Sønner" (The Desert's Sons), which is an all-male lineup consisting primarily of excellent puns and toilet humor, so it seemed appropriate for a bunch of plumbers and their wives/girlfriends...! (No, but f'real, they're really funny!) Before that we'd booked a table for a two-course meal (steaks for dinner being the important part of the equation, always), and after, we went out for drinks until people tired out. I think they were generally pleased with the arrangement.
- And now that that's over, I'm already stressing about our Christmas party, because as usual, the planning of these things is all on me. Any suggestions? I'm putting off bowling for as long as I can, because my arthritic fingers are not fans.