Another post about the kicked out of hell colossal bitch that I have to deal with. Another thing that's not my fault, but I'm catching hell for it. In this case, [booming voice of god] THERE CAN BE NO MORE THAN 35 FILE CABINETS, ONE MUST DISAPPEAR, THE BITCH HAS SPOKEN [/bvog].
I'm in the meeting and she wants the scoop; I haven't been able to move it because the lazy twit in charge of these cabinets won't do anything, she won't empty one, she won't make a decision on which one can go, nothing at all. Well, I'm sent down to force this issue upon her. Seeing how I have no power, no rights, no influence whatsoever, of course I'm the logical choice for this job but I digress. The source of all this grief is the 36th cabinet, a supply cabinet filled with office supplies. The space with the 35th cabinet has been chosen as the one to handle these supplies, now the issue is getting that cabinet empty, and directly quoting, "let them decide whether they want to move the supply cabinet into that one's place, or move the supplies into the existing file cabinet."
So I head up and as usual, the person isn't at her desk. I check cabinet 35 and it turns out to be "empty"; empty as in no files, just filled with hangers and folders. Okay, great the hard part is taken care of now all I need to get is the decision on which cabinet to keep. I call the bitch and give her the rundown. Exhibiting my number one pet peeve, she cuts me off mid-sentence as soon as I tell her that cabinet 35 is empty:
SC: great so you'll take care of it then.
Me: No, I can't do that right now, Ann isn't here.
SC: What?
Me: Ann isn't here.
SC: So what?
Me: So I don't know which cabinet she wants to keep.
SC: What are you talking about?
Me: You told me they could have either cabinet.
now at this point, what you say makes you a bitch, saying it with a "are you a bloody idiot" tone, makes you a kicked out of hell colossal bitch
SC: What are you going to do? Put them into the file cabinet? That's not where office supplies go, they go into supply cabinets. PUT THE SUPPLY CABINET THERE AND TAKE THAT OTHER ONE AWAY!
Me: (submitting to the futility of arguing) Okay.
I'm at wits end with this bitch. This would have been the perfect opportunity to get it on with her but the tone and attitude that I'd have to deliver to put her in her place would get me fired. I'm nearing the couldn't care less point, but until I'm there, I'll keep on eating this shit that she's serving.
I'm in the meeting and she wants the scoop; I haven't been able to move it because the lazy twit in charge of these cabinets won't do anything, she won't empty one, she won't make a decision on which one can go, nothing at all. Well, I'm sent down to force this issue upon her. Seeing how I have no power, no rights, no influence whatsoever, of course I'm the logical choice for this job but I digress. The source of all this grief is the 36th cabinet, a supply cabinet filled with office supplies. The space with the 35th cabinet has been chosen as the one to handle these supplies, now the issue is getting that cabinet empty, and directly quoting, "let them decide whether they want to move the supply cabinet into that one's place, or move the supplies into the existing file cabinet."
So I head up and as usual, the person isn't at her desk. I check cabinet 35 and it turns out to be "empty"; empty as in no files, just filled with hangers and folders. Okay, great the hard part is taken care of now all I need to get is the decision on which cabinet to keep. I call the bitch and give her the rundown. Exhibiting my number one pet peeve, she cuts me off mid-sentence as soon as I tell her that cabinet 35 is empty:
SC: great so you'll take care of it then.
Me: No, I can't do that right now, Ann isn't here.
SC: What?
Me: Ann isn't here.
SC: So what?
Me: So I don't know which cabinet she wants to keep.
SC: What are you talking about?
Me: You told me they could have either cabinet.
now at this point, what you say makes you a bitch, saying it with a "are you a bloody idiot" tone, makes you a kicked out of hell colossal bitch
SC: What are you going to do? Put them into the file cabinet? That's not where office supplies go, they go into supply cabinets. PUT THE SUPPLY CABINET THERE AND TAKE THAT OTHER ONE AWAY!
Me: (submitting to the futility of arguing) Okay.
I'm at wits end with this bitch. This would have been the perfect opportunity to get it on with her but the tone and attitude that I'd have to deliver to put her in her place would get me fired. I'm nearing the couldn't care less point, but until I'm there, I'll keep on eating this shit that she's serving.
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