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Sep. 22nd, 2009 12:35 pmI am having a cranky day today.
It's not even like I'm not aware of it. I can see myself cranking at people, people who don't deserve it! Or at any rate people to whom it is very impolitic to be rude. I'm trying to stop it but -- well, why are half the people I work with such headcases?
Seriously, I have doubts about humanity when one of the admin managers can't properly set an away message but yet has the time and energy to send me emails full of passive-aggressive swipes at my boss. BOSSBOSS IS MINE. Nobody gets to pick on him but me.
And you, lady, don't ask me to fix something for you and then get all clingy about it. It's a keycard, not a teddy bear. You'll get it back when it's ready, at which time I will email you. Until then, sit down and learn to cope.
Don't get me started on the Flu Memo Debacle of ten minutes ago. Yes, of course, now is absolutely a good time to send out a memo about H1N1, because it's very mysterious and the news has said nothing about it for the past five months. Our memo should definitely be copypasta'd from the memo the building just sent us, which is a PDF scan of a CDC webpage. I'll get right on boiling their memo down to its "salient points". I'm so glad you actually read the building's memo, and the memo I sent out three months ago about H1N1, before telling me we needed to send one out.
See what I mean? I can't even stop being cranky to write this. WHY.
I need a Snickers bar, a hot lunch, and a sedative.
I will be getting: a buttered bagel and some baby carrots.
Goddammit.
It's not even like I'm not aware of it. I can see myself cranking at people, people who don't deserve it! Or at any rate people to whom it is very impolitic to be rude. I'm trying to stop it but -- well, why are half the people I work with such headcases?
Seriously, I have doubts about humanity when one of the admin managers can't properly set an away message but yet has the time and energy to send me emails full of passive-aggressive swipes at my boss. BOSSBOSS IS MINE. Nobody gets to pick on him but me.
And you, lady, don't ask me to fix something for you and then get all clingy about it. It's a keycard, not a teddy bear. You'll get it back when it's ready, at which time I will email you. Until then, sit down and learn to cope.
Don't get me started on the Flu Memo Debacle of ten minutes ago. Yes, of course, now is absolutely a good time to send out a memo about H1N1, because it's very mysterious and the news has said nothing about it for the past five months. Our memo should definitely be copypasta'd from the memo the building just sent us, which is a PDF scan of a CDC webpage. I'll get right on boiling their memo down to its "salient points". I'm so glad you actually read the building's memo, and the memo I sent out three months ago about H1N1, before telling me we needed to send one out.
See what I mean? I can't even stop being cranky to write this. WHY.
I need a Snickers bar, a hot lunch, and a sedative.
I will be getting: a buttered bagel and some baby carrots.
Goddammit.
