I love my job, but damn, some of my coworkers are gonna drive me to drink…
Boss IM’s today “hey, you’ve got a boatload of calls there, you OK?” Yeah, it’s no biggie, a lot of hurry up and wait. But lets take a look at WHY I have so many freaking calls… Yesterday I closed 30+, my partner in crime, 20+, two of our coworkers? 11 combined. Hell, the two NEW folks managed more than that. Yeah, that may be why I’m a bit heavy on calls, if there is only two of us picking things up…
One of the newbies actually went and bitched to the boss today cause T & I were working past quitting time and another coworker was nowhere to be found. Boss went and hunted down disappearing coworker, and a point goes to the new one for speaking up.
I made our senior who is going to design promise me a copy of his script library before he leaves. We’re gonna need it. God, the clients that call up and say “I **must** speak with the god on high of software support” are gonna be in such a world of hurt when we say, “Yeah, sorry, sucks to be you, you’re stuck with us now. And we’re not as nice as he is.”
I am so looking forward to vacation time. Yes, cause I’ve earned it, dammit, but there is a teeny tiny part of me that says “OK, losers, time for you to SUFFER!! Mwaaaahahahahahahaha!” There are a couple I feel bad for leaving behind, but some others who are gonna have to suck it up and step up to the plate. (Mean? Yes. Cruel? Yes. Do I care? Eh, not so much on this one.)
So yes, they’ve driven me to it. I’ve booked some time at Red Door, and my butt is gonna be gettin’ prettified up on Sunday, July 3. Yeah, it’s completely and utterly frivolous, but damn, you gotta do stuff like that every now and again, right? Closest I’ve had is haircut AND nails done on the same day for my 18th birthday.
