Employee Appreciation Day, and The Curse of Cloudy-Cloud Calculator.
Today was employee appreciation day at work (job one-corporate law firm) and it served as a shining example of irony. You know what I appreciate? I appreciate people who have Ivy League educations who still happen to be thick as shit, that's what I appreciate.
Today one of the department printers ran out of envelopes in the middle of my printing a few dozen letters. These were very important letters that my boss had requested, and they were going to bring in quite a bit of money, and so when the printer stopped and my boss strolled the two feet from her office to the printer to check things out, I assumed she would announce "hey, looks like you ran out of envelopes!" and then promptly stick a few back in the slot. Instead, she strolled the two feet from her office to the printer, paused for three seconds, made a sort of rage-filled snorting sound, and then proceeded to walk three cubes down to my desk, announced "your letters ran out of envelopes and they stopped printing" into the air several feet to the left of me, not making eye contact, before she turned on her heel and strode BACK to her office. It was incredibly rude, but she has a tendency to do things like that to everyone in the office, so I can't really take it personally. It's rumored that she's dead on the inside, and that's probably not too far off from the truth.
Next, my co-worker Missy was copying a giant sheaf of credit card statements (using that paper feed on top of the copier) when the managing partner strode in and looked at what she was doing with great interest. "What are you copying?" he asked. Missy told him. "You mean you're copying that ONE AT A TIME?" he asked, with disdain. No, no she's not, Mr. Managing Partner. She's going to just place the whole bound account history somewhere near the copier and it will print out all the papers she needs using just the image from the first page.
Don't get me wrong, I really like my job, but I just can't fathom why these two particular people are always sending around memos on being considerate and doing things when they need to be done instead of just passing the buck are suddenly going out of their way and wasting time to be really unhelpful.
Anyway, I'm lazy and so I thought I'd share a link with y'all. It's about some J-Pop, and how it has cursed those it has touched. Go to Skipper's blog to read The Curse of Cloudy Cloud Calculator.
Today one of the department printers ran out of envelopes in the middle of my printing a few dozen letters. These were very important letters that my boss had requested, and they were going to bring in quite a bit of money, and so when the printer stopped and my boss strolled the two feet from her office to the printer to check things out, I assumed she would announce "hey, looks like you ran out of envelopes!" and then promptly stick a few back in the slot. Instead, she strolled the two feet from her office to the printer, paused for three seconds, made a sort of rage-filled snorting sound, and then proceeded to walk three cubes down to my desk, announced "your letters ran out of envelopes and they stopped printing" into the air several feet to the left of me, not making eye contact, before she turned on her heel and strode BACK to her office. It was incredibly rude, but she has a tendency to do things like that to everyone in the office, so I can't really take it personally. It's rumored that she's dead on the inside, and that's probably not too far off from the truth.
Next, my co-worker Missy was copying a giant sheaf of credit card statements (using that paper feed on top of the copier) when the managing partner strode in and looked at what she was doing with great interest. "What are you copying?" he asked. Missy told him. "You mean you're copying that ONE AT A TIME?" he asked, with disdain. No, no she's not, Mr. Managing Partner. She's going to just place the whole bound account history somewhere near the copier and it will print out all the papers she needs using just the image from the first page.
Don't get me wrong, I really like my job, but I just can't fathom why these two particular people are always sending around memos on being considerate and doing things when they need to be done instead of just passing the buck are suddenly going out of their way and wasting time to be really unhelpful.
Anyway, I'm lazy and so I thought I'd share a link with y'all. It's about some J-Pop, and how it has cursed those it has touched. Go to Skipper's blog to read The Curse of Cloudy Cloud Calculator.
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