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May. 19th, 2011 12:26 pmI AM NOT COPING WELL WITH LIFE TODAY. To be fair, life is being very difficult.
Yesterday the doors to the reception area broke. I hung very clear, concise signs; BossBoss took them down and hung slightly more confusing ones after I left.
"What happened to your signs?" people ask me.
"Fiat from above," I reply. I am giving myself bonus points for using "fiat" in everyday conversation not involving cars.
So, okay, confusing signs, broken door. ALSO, one of our admins ordered fifteen boxes of office supplies via UPS, which will not deliver to specific rooms, so they were all sitting down here behind my desk while I tried to call someone, anyone, to come get them. Apparently BossBoss and I are the only ones working today or something. I kind of wish I wasn't, I don't feel especially well. On that note, if I have another ulcer, I'm going to kill someone.
Anyway, BossBoss eventually comes down and attempts to load all fifteen boxes onto one dinner-service sized metal cart, which promptly breaks and starts bleeding ball bearings. At which point he stops and steps back just in time to see Coworker Crush, returning from a coffee break, SLAM into the broken, locked door. She corrects, opens the unlocked, not-broken door, and hurries past.
"There's a sign on the door," BossBoss mutters, well within earshot.
WORLDS COLLIDING.
But she doesn't acknowledge him until -- wait, so, she goes back to her office, and BossBoss tidies up the ball bearings and disappears. He still hasn't come back. The boxes behind my desk are now on a cart in front of my desk, abandoned.
Coworker Crush eventually emerges and says to me, "That was really rude of him. The signs are confusing!"
"He's my boss," I said. "They're his signs, sorry. Want a cinnamon candy?"
(I hate cinnamon candy and the coffee delivery guy gave me a whole bunch for no apparent reason other than maybe he hates it too.)
Everyone now approaches the doors as if they're going to be asked to juggle or tell a joke or possibly take off some clothing before they'll be allowed in/out.
I might be the sanest person here today, and as this post has proved, I am not actually sane.
Yesterday the doors to the reception area broke. I hung very clear, concise signs; BossBoss took them down and hung slightly more confusing ones after I left.
"What happened to your signs?" people ask me.
"Fiat from above," I reply. I am giving myself bonus points for using "fiat" in everyday conversation not involving cars.
So, okay, confusing signs, broken door. ALSO, one of our admins ordered fifteen boxes of office supplies via UPS, which will not deliver to specific rooms, so they were all sitting down here behind my desk while I tried to call someone, anyone, to come get them. Apparently BossBoss and I are the only ones working today or something. I kind of wish I wasn't, I don't feel especially well. On that note, if I have another ulcer, I'm going to kill someone.
Anyway, BossBoss eventually comes down and attempts to load all fifteen boxes onto one dinner-service sized metal cart, which promptly breaks and starts bleeding ball bearings. At which point he stops and steps back just in time to see Coworker Crush, returning from a coffee break, SLAM into the broken, locked door. She corrects, opens the unlocked, not-broken door, and hurries past.
"There's a sign on the door," BossBoss mutters, well within earshot.
WORLDS COLLIDING.
But she doesn't acknowledge him until -- wait, so, she goes back to her office, and BossBoss tidies up the ball bearings and disappears. He still hasn't come back. The boxes behind my desk are now on a cart in front of my desk, abandoned.
Coworker Crush eventually emerges and says to me, "That was really rude of him. The signs are confusing!"
"He's my boss," I said. "They're his signs, sorry. Want a cinnamon candy?"
(I hate cinnamon candy and the coffee delivery guy gave me a whole bunch for no apparent reason other than maybe he hates it too.)
Everyone now approaches the doors as if they're going to be asked to juggle or tell a joke or possibly take off some clothing before they'll be allowed in/out.
I might be the sanest person here today, and as this post has proved, I am not actually sane.
