MSB's Outlook calendar says she has a meeting in Beverly Hills at 4:30 pm - at least 30 minutes drive from our office, not to mention the time to get downstairs, get your car, and get on the road. At 4:03, she yells out to no one in particular, "I'm late! Gotta go! Gotta Go!"
At 4:10, she asks aloud, "Where is my bag? Has anybody seen my business cards [these are not actually business cards as they do not have her name or contact info on them - they are simply a card advertising a side business of hers]?" Of course this is the time to find these necessary items, when you are already 10 minutes late.
At 4:15 she tells her husband to go down and drive her car up to where the elevator comes down so that she can leave more quickly.
At 4:35, she yells once again, "Gotta go! Gotta go!"
She leaves the office at 4:40 saying "If anyone calls for me, I left at 4!"
Friday, September 11, 2009
The Fashion Police
About a year ago, I wore a brown dress shirt to work and MSB, upon seeing me, said "Isn't brown a kindergarten color?" I said I did not know - I still have no idea what that even means. That memory wa sin my head when I wore a brown casual shirt to work recently.
I was wearing jeans and the shirt when she walked by my office. She walked past, stopped and came back to exclaim "You look like a lumberjack!"
Weird, yes. But weirder still when you consider that at the time she was wearing blue Crocs, baggy blue "dress" pants (I use the term loosely because they are not appropriate for dressy occasions), and a lighter purple baggy shirt. I look like a lumberjack? You look like a full-size Barney impersonator!
I was wearing jeans and the shirt when she walked by my office. She walked past, stopped and came back to exclaim "You look like a lumberjack!"
Weird, yes. But weirder still when you consider that at the time she was wearing blue Crocs, baggy blue "dress" pants (I use the term loosely because they are not appropriate for dressy occasions), and a lighter purple baggy shirt. I look like a lumberjack? You look like a full-size Barney impersonator!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Another New Rule
I wrote previously about the common but totally random creation of new and comlicated rules at our office. Today came another one.
From now on, if MSB is on a phone call and someone else calls for her (we do not have voicemail or any automated way to take messages), we are supposed to write the caller's name, company, and message down on a piece of paper and walk it into her office so that she can look at it and decide whether or not to end her current call in favor of the new one. She wants this done for every call. "Even sales calls?" I asked. "Every call" is the answer. Ugh.
This means for such a call we are being told to collect the caller's name, company, email, phone number, and message. Write this down and walk it into her office. Walk back to our desk and send her an email containing all the collected information - but remember to delete our standard email signature on these messages because MSB finds it distracting. Yes, that process certainly makes sense IN AN OFFICE OF ONLY 5 PEOPLE.
Fucking shit, man.
From now on, if MSB is on a phone call and someone else calls for her (we do not have voicemail or any automated way to take messages), we are supposed to write the caller's name, company, and message down on a piece of paper and walk it into her office so that she can look at it and decide whether or not to end her current call in favor of the new one. She wants this done for every call. "Even sales calls?" I asked. "Every call" is the answer. Ugh.
This means for such a call we are being told to collect the caller's name, company, email, phone number, and message. Write this down and walk it into her office. Walk back to our desk and send her an email containing all the collected information - but remember to delete our standard email signature on these messages because MSB finds it distracting. Yes, that process certainly makes sense IN AN OFFICE OF ONLY 5 PEOPLE.
Fucking shit, man.
Strain
Now, the preceding stories probably don't seem all that bad on the whole. I am not being physically abused, I am not being called "mentally retarded" as was a friend of mine at abohter job this week.
All in all, though, dealing with a person like this takes its toll. Day after day, you wait and wonder when it will all come crashing down. When is she (MSB) going to finally push me just far enough that I can't deal anymore?
It is the unpredictability that is that grinds at you the most. Yesterday she ordered Paul to do something and he said he didn't think it was a good use of their time. She said "I am not asking you, I am telling you to do it." Two hours later as he still worked on the assignment she asked him what he was doing and he showed her.
"That's stupid. It's a waste of time. Don't spend your time on that."
As I said earlier, it's a race to the end for the two of us now. . .
All in all, though, dealing with a person like this takes its toll. Day after day, you wait and wonder when it will all come crashing down. When is she (MSB) going to finally push me just far enough that I can't deal anymore?
It is the unpredictability that is that grinds at you the most. Yesterday she ordered Paul to do something and he said he didn't think it was a good use of their time. She said "I am not asking you, I am telling you to do it." Two hours later as he still worked on the assignment she asked him what he was doing and he showed her.
"That's stupid. It's a waste of time. Don't spend your time on that."
As I said earlier, it's a race to the end for the two of us now. . .
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