Thursday, January 21, 2010

Special, Special Day*

Mostly I like my job. Not like as in it fulfills any burning desires (except of course earning bux to pay bills). But it is an ok job, usually. If I had to put a finger on what I like most it would be that there is variety. I am charged with a number of different tasks for the (now) two (soon to be three) companies owned by Mister Eff.

The various responsibilities make for full, sometimes hectic, and frustrating days.
If I had to put a finger on what I like least, that would be people. Not all the people, but those who do things that defy logic, my logic anyway. Like the person who received a fax from me had a question or concern about the data in said fax. Instead of call ME like the cover letter asked, he called my colleague in NY who hadn't seen the fax, knew nothing of the fax, nor any of the information outlined in said fax. The fax was to correct a Soc. Sec. number for one of the employees. I had the employee print the WRONG number and the CORRECT number as ask that the records be adjusted to reflect same. I'd asked for a new W-2 for this employee. I got a call from my colleague, who reported that payroll service rep didn't SEE any difference. When I called him he repeated that to me . . "I don't SEE any difference."
He read the number to me: 355-xx-xxxx (wrong number) 335-xx-xxxx (correct number) and said, "maybe it's me, but I don't see any difference."
Yes, I told him it was him...3 5 5 versus 3 3 5. Oh, he says.
Or the people (vendors) who call seeking payment on an outstanding / past due invoice. I ask for the invoice number in question and they say, "oh, wait, hold on, let me look. that. up." Look it UP? You called me, and you don't have it there IN FRONT OF YOU???? I have to WAIT while you fumble and bumble around your computer (which is always moving "sooooooo slow today for some reason") of course to find an invoice you called me about? Oh, joy.
Most days stuff like that doesn't bother me overmuch. After so many years I've grown accustomed to certain . . . types. But, today . . . on this most special day, I got a bit miffed.
A little late, I know . . . but go appreciate a squirrel. Then again, it's never too late to appreciate a squirrel.
*according to them.


  1. I wonder if those people who fumble for invoice numbers are the same ones who take forever to write a check at the grocery store?

    I appreciate squirrels as long as they're not in my attic.

  2. @ eb oohhhh don't even get me started on those grocery store folks acting as if un-clear of the concept when they are informed of the total due.

  3. OMG, that is one of my pet peeves, the grocery store thing. Why wait to pull out your checkbook until after you hear the total? Did you not know you were going to write a fucking check?

    Okay, time to go appreciate some squirrels.

  4. People frustrate me to no end. I think I would be happier in a world were I only had to interact with people I like. Yeah, it is my pipe dream.

    I love squirrels!

  5. Anonymous5:08 PM

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