Small work rant
Oct. 21st, 2005 02:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeDear Assistant E,
I cannot read your mind. Walking up to me and handing me a stack of papers and then walking away without saying anything does not help me do my job better. For the love of all that's good and holy, please please please tell me what you want. Photocopies? Messenger services? What?
No love,
Me
Dear TMIM,
Please stop telling me every detail of your life. I don't care. Also, please stop hovering over my desk and asking every ten minutes whether I've finished your filing. I haven't finished. In fact, I haven't started because I have several rush jobs to do first. Then I have other filing, and a report to fill out. Then, and only then, will I get to your filing. All you're doing is wasting my time and stressing me out. Also, explaining in detail what you've supposedly done all day to make my life "easier" does not actually help me. It's very nice of you to think of that, but it doesn't make a difference, and you're getting on my nerves.
Still no love,
Me
Dear Managers,
Yes, all of you.
Would you please God answer your goddamned phones? If L or I call you on the intercom, it's not because we're getting a kick out of bugging you while you're trying to work. It's because there is a genuine issue of importance that needs to be addressed now rather than later. I swear to God.
Even less love,
Me
I cannot read your mind. Walking up to me and handing me a stack of papers and then walking away without saying anything does not help me do my job better. For the love of all that's good and holy, please please please tell me what you want. Photocopies? Messenger services? What?
No love,
Me
Dear TMIM,
Please stop telling me every detail of your life. I don't care. Also, please stop hovering over my desk and asking every ten minutes whether I've finished your filing. I haven't finished. In fact, I haven't started because I have several rush jobs to do first. Then I have other filing, and a report to fill out. Then, and only then, will I get to your filing. All you're doing is wasting my time and stressing me out. Also, explaining in detail what you've supposedly done all day to make my life "easier" does not actually help me. It's very nice of you to think of that, but it doesn't make a difference, and you're getting on my nerves.
Still no love,
Me
Dear Managers,
Yes, all of you.
Would you please God answer your goddamned phones? If L or I call you on the intercom, it's not because we're getting a kick out of bugging you while you're trying to work. It's because there is a genuine issue of importance that needs to be addressed now rather than later. I swear to God.
Even less love,
Me
