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Only two more weeks...

If my reaction to the pile awaiting me on my chair this morning is any indication, I don't think I'm going to make it through the next two weeks at work, at least not without being a total bitch.

Case in point: In August (August!) I drafted one of many letters and put it on my boss's desk for her to proof/approve. Yesterday, she hands it back to me, says the first sentence is outdated (Duh! "Hope you're enjoying your summer" worked back in AUGUST when you should have read it.) and that she hadn't read the rest because...I don't know. The rest of it was just information we needed to share, nothing "dated" because that was just the letter's preamble before it got down to business.

Would it be too much to ask that after 6 weeks, she read the whole thing and let me fix it all at once? No, she wanted me to fix the first sentence and give it back to her again before she read it through. Then she said I should have come into her office, rifled through her desk to find this folder, and have updated without her having to tell me. It was 6 weeks ago lady! Should I have updated it every 2 weeks? Once a week? Only when the seasons officially changed? WTF? I'm sorry, but your lack of action does not mean I should keep doing lame ass work to make sure everything is up to date. I'm plenty busy without having to babysit you too. Grrr...

I think if I am bitchy, it may be justifiable.

Comments

MiChal said…
Were you in Biology when pHugh was there? That man got under my skin like few people ever have. But it turns out he was one of the greatest examples in my life....of what I DON'T want to be. (LOL, my mom also falls into that category at times). Anyway, sometimes a bad example is a better teacher than a good example.

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