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I've got an "emergency" call for a keyboard tray. The one we put on last week has fallen off and needs to be repaired. Okay, bull-fucking-shit. I put that tray on, there is no way in hell that it's fallen off. But whatever, the complaint is in, I've got to check it out.
I check out the one I installed and it's fine, the customer is perfectly happy with it. This leads to an argument with the facilities director over which one I did last week, but that's a whole other rant for a whole other thread, suffice to say, I've got written proof that I'm right.
So I go to the one that actually put in the complaint and check hers out. To be accurate, after 15 minutes of listening to her chew someone out over the phone for not crossing a "t" properly, I check hers out. It's working perfectly fine as well. She won't admit to anything but I read between the lines and figure that she just wanted one of the new ones that some other people have gotten. Even though the job will only take five minutes, she's far too busy to let me do it right away, I'll have to wait two more hours to do it. Uh no, now or next week, I've got to get back to the job that your bullshit call pulled me off of. With a huff, she storms off to the break that I'm sure she was about to take had I not shown up. Five minutes later, the new tray is installed.
I get an agitated call from the facilities director the next day. Apparently, I only removed the old keyboard tray, I didn't install the new one. "I put the new one on, get your ass up there and look for yourself if you don't believe me". ( A direct quote of what I said to him). Oh, he believes me, but I've got to come in to check things out with him, just in case there's a problem. I clear it with the boss and head in.
Fortunately, the bitch wasn't at her desk when we went up. Sure enough, the keyboard tray is right there but it was pushed under the desk. Apparently, the monumental effort of shifting your eyes down a quarter of an inch to see it was too difficult. The colossal effort of bending over and looking at it was completely unheard of. I can just hear this bitch as she's putting in the complaint: "That moron didn't put the new tray on. And now I'm banging my legs on something attached to the underside of the desk. It's much easier to put in a bitchy email than to look under my desk, so I'm putting in a bitchy email."
I check out the one I installed and it's fine, the customer is perfectly happy with it. This leads to an argument with the facilities director over which one I did last week, but that's a whole other rant for a whole other thread, suffice to say, I've got written proof that I'm right.
So I go to the one that actually put in the complaint and check hers out. To be accurate, after 15 minutes of listening to her chew someone out over the phone for not crossing a "t" properly, I check hers out. It's working perfectly fine as well. She won't admit to anything but I read between the lines and figure that she just wanted one of the new ones that some other people have gotten. Even though the job will only take five minutes, she's far too busy to let me do it right away, I'll have to wait two more hours to do it. Uh no, now or next week, I've got to get back to the job that your bullshit call pulled me off of. With a huff, she storms off to the break that I'm sure she was about to take had I not shown up. Five minutes later, the new tray is installed.
I get an agitated call from the facilities director the next day. Apparently, I only removed the old keyboard tray, I didn't install the new one. "I put the new one on, get your ass up there and look for yourself if you don't believe me". ( A direct quote of what I said to him). Oh, he believes me, but I've got to come in to check things out with him, just in case there's a problem. I clear it with the boss and head in.
Fortunately, the bitch wasn't at her desk when we went up. Sure enough, the keyboard tray is right there but it was pushed under the desk. Apparently, the monumental effort of shifting your eyes down a quarter of an inch to see it was too difficult. The colossal effort of bending over and looking at it was completely unheard of. I can just hear this bitch as she's putting in the complaint: "That moron didn't put the new tray on. And now I'm banging my legs on something attached to the underside of the desk. It's much easier to put in a bitchy email than to look under my desk, so I'm putting in a bitchy email."
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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