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Some 12-year-old came up here and asked me to "file these folders" away for him.

I think he's a LITTLE BIT CONFUSED about my job. Not only did he walk all the way up the stairs PASSING BY the filing cabinets to make it to my desk, but came here only to be spanked and sent back to his oriface. *snorts*

I have to say in my defense that NO job is "too small" for me. I'll work my ever-loving butt off to get things done, which yesterday included cleaning up the fax-copy area. But for someone to go that far out of the way to make a power play (or whatever it was) I won't deal with. Ever.

WTH. This goes along with that whole, 20-something-year-old entitlement thing I've been preaching since forever. Lazy, and feel like everyone owes them something. Maybe I should put -- in 72 pt. font -- my job description on my door. What? Because I'm a chick, I'm the one who files shiite? LOLOLOL.



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Feb. 1st, 2008 05:19 pm (UTC)
I love those people. Uh, dude, this is NOT 1950. File your own damn papers.
Feb. 1st, 2008 06:27 pm (UTC)
Not just that, but I'm his SENIOR. I wonder if he's been informed of that yet or not? LOLOL. I laughed at him (really loud) and sent him scuffling and sniffing out of my office.

It was beautiful.
Feb. 1st, 2008 05:32 pm (UTC)
Heeheehee.... I don't suppose he'll be asking you to do his filing again. Goodoh, one down, 10938537 males to go!
Feb. 1st, 2008 06:28 pm (UTC)
/Most/ of those I work with know what my job description is, as well. I guess this guy thought that since I was "the closest female" to the file room, it was *my* job. There are also three men around me, mind you, who are UNDER me.

Feb. 1st, 2008 05:40 pm (UTC)
I would have loved to have been a bug on the wall to witness that little incident!
Feb. 1st, 2008 06:29 pm (UTC)
Hahahah. It was hilarious, seriously. The look on his face was /priceless/. You would've thought I'd just taken his pants down around his ankles and flogged him after taking away his teddy bear. No kidding. LOLOLOLOL.
Feb. 1st, 2008 06:40 pm (UTC)
What a little gobshite!
Feb. 1st, 2008 10:17 pm (UTC)
You're right; others have said the same.

I'm HAPPY to do whatever needs to be done, especially when others are trying just to make it through the day. I don't /mind/ helping ANYone do ANYthing. But this guy was just plain lazy. Mom and dad failed in their job of teaching him ANY responsibility. Ugh.
Feb. 1st, 2008 08:14 pm (UTC)
I think you should tell him that you're going to have a talk with his mother about his manners when she comes to pick him up...
Feb. 1st, 2008 10:18 pm (UTC)
Bingo - you hit it. He has ZERO social skills.
Feb. 2nd, 2008 11:49 am (UTC)
...but did you file the folders?
Feb. 2nd, 2008 01:06 pm (UTC)
What folders? He was gone so fast I could feel the wind whipping through my hair. lol
Feb. 2nd, 2008 01:21 pm (UTC)
were you heading into work this morning?
Feb. 2nd, 2008 01:40 pm (UTC)
As soon as it warms up. I'm in a LOT of pain right now (last night, woke up twice having to take Ultram). I feel wretched. But yes, that's what I'm doing in a little bit.
Feb. 2nd, 2008 02:09 pm (UTC)
i was hopin that you weren't going in. working on saturday is the suck. good luck, at least you won't have to put up with the crawl hour traffic
Feb. 2nd, 2008 03:42 pm (UTC)
I'm going in mainly for aesthetic reasons, so ja. Right now, though, I'm still in quite a bit of pain so...*le sigh*

I'll be up in about 30. Got to, or it'll never get done.
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