Every co-worker of mine has issues which hinder their work performance. Here's a simplified rundown of everyone:
Ashley*: High risk pregnancy.
Rob*: Serious OCD. Typically grouchy.
Steve*: Suffers from unpredictable seizures and often nose dives face first into the ground while doing so.
Jackie*: The boss. Favorite pastime is following every sentence with the phrase "You know?" For example: "GB, since you lost the hotel twenty-seven dollars by erroneously selling that youth ticket, we are going to have to take it out of your commission, you know?" No, I don't know...how you're going to explain away those bruises all over your face and kidneys if you fiddle with my money. Besides, I wasn't properly trained concerning those tickets, and if you're telling me a successful hotel can't eat twenty-seven dollars ONE TIME then maybe we should be shut down, flat out. (PS: I slightly embellished that quote. She wouldn't know a word like "erroneous" and you need to understand that.)
In addition to the main cast of characters, there are a host of annoying supporting players, such as the housekeeper who says we're not friendly enough because we don't smile at him when he walks by, and the whiny, illiterate technician who blames us when the computers stop working. According to him, we are porn-addicted, spyware-downloading freaks--even though everyone else knows Jackie's thirteen-year-old son is the one screwing up the system.
I realize I haven't yet mentioned the ever-constant, common sense-defying, bile-spewing, couldn't-you-just-puncture-each-of-their-lungs-using-only-a-pair-of-roughly-hewn-chopsticks-and-walk-away-without-feeling-one-drop-of-remorse-they're-such-unruly-bastards stream of insane customers. Don't worry. More on them is still to come, believe me.
*Names have been changed.
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