Hide!! The Idiots Are Everywhere!!

I’m home from work with yet another headache. This one threatened to become a migraine early on but luckily it did not. Unfortunately, I just wasn’t up to going to the gym with my head hurting the way it did so I came home instead.

I laid down when I got home and must have passed right out because when I woke up at 8:30pm Greg was already home from the gym. I was supposed to meet him there but as I was leaving work I called to try to let him know I wasn’t up to going but he was just getting there. He went ahead with his workout. I’m glad he did. I didn’t want to divert him from going but didn’t like bailing on him at the last moment.

Work was very stressful today. Methinks that’s where I got the headache from. Nothing really out of the ordinary, just everyone with demands coming to see me about something. I’m the one that all of them come to for whatever they need and that’s ok. However, with more people working here and us getting busier I have more "mouths to feed" while juggling my usual load of work.

I guess the one thing that really got me pissed and stressed was a simple task Mike asked me to do and I was unable to complete it. I felt like an idiot. He wanted me to check prior employement dates on a new potential hire. You know, just verify they worked there and that their dates are correct.

The first place was Daimler Chrysler up in Michigan. The second place was some automotive outfit in Canada. The third and final place was the University of Windsor, also in Canada.

After several hours of trying to get a "HUMAN BEING" on the phone I gave up. There was no one to talk to at Daimler and no one to talk to at the automotive place. Lots and lots of options on the "causality loop" they call the phone system. I can’t believe you can’t talk to anyone anymore. We are being phased out people!

I finally sent emails to all three places asking for the information. The university finally answered me just before I left for the night and they said they couldn’t tell me anything due to privacy laws and that the student themselves would have to release the information. Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of checking the reference? Shoot me! SHOOT ME NOW!

Then there was this asshole on the phone. He called to talk to Mike and I told him that Mike was on another call. So he asks me how long will he be on the call. Now was he really expecting me to answer that? I know what I wanted to say. "He’ll be on that call right up until the moment he hangs it up!" Does that help?

Crikey! People are so damned stupid. So he hangs up. Three minutes, yes, three minutes later he’s on the phone again. "Has Mike finished his other call yet?" he asks me. "Yes, he’s just decided not to call you, dickhead!". NO, he didn’t finish the call and no I didn’t say that to him but by gosh I wanted to. Schmucks! I swear it.

Then this guy shows up here to see Mike. He’s a shareholder in the company. Good for him. I didn’t know him when he walked in so I greeted him and asked him how I could help him. He told me who he was and that he’d like to see Mike. I asked him to wait and I would let Mike know he was here.

This dude starts following me so I turned around to remind him to wait while I go see if Mike is in his office and available since he didn’t have an appointment. He then tells me, (AGAIN), that he’s a shareholder and he knows where Mike’s office is.

Here we go again. I’m thinking to myself, yes, I too know where the office is. That’s where I’m heading. Now you go be a good little leprechaun and go sit on your pot of gold while I alert Mr. Moses of your arrival. Jeez!

Has everyone lost grips with procedure, manners and protocol? I think they have.

Yes, I’m whining. NO, I’m bitching!!! This is why I had a damned headache. Uggghhh! Time to go back to bed so I can do it all over again tomorrow.

 

 

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June 20, 2006

No one has manners anymore. And Canadian privacy laws are intense. Extremely intense. But it’s a good thing in some ways, because you can just have any Tom, Dick or Harry looking up shit about your life.

June 20, 2006

Ugh, that was supposed to be “can’t”.

OMG! “Go sit on your pot of gold” ??? Have you been hanging out with Ray? You’re talking like him. Not good. Scares me. I’M runnin’ and hidin’ now…