A normal day at the office

I needed some information about weather or not we were supplying a certain object for our customers.

I emailed both A and a man called G, who is in charge of the production side.
Dear A and G, I wrote in my email, A few of our clients have asked about this specific object. Would you be able to tell me if we supply this or not, please?

G answered first. His email wrote:
The answer is in our last meeting’s protocol.

I emailed back:
I’m sure it does. But since I wasn’t invited to the meeting, and haven’t had the protocol forwarded to me, I’m still none the wiser.

He never replied.

A, on the other hand, emailed me after a while saying: as decided.

I emailed A explaining I knew they’d decided something, but that I hadn’t been informed, so could he please answer my question?

He didn’t, of course.

I put my coat on, walked all the way up to our co-workers who’s office is allocated on the other side of town, asked to have a copy of the last meetings protocol, walked back, read it and contacted our now rather frustrated clients.

Just as I put the phone down after speaking to the last client in question, A popped his head in my office with the opening line My god, Miss Marple, you are a bit bloody persistent with your emails, aren’t you?

I lost it. What is wrong with you? I said. I have had to walk up to the other office, get a copy of the protocol and then walk all the way back to get the god damn question answered!

But of course we supply the object in question, he said a bit nonchalant.

See? I said. That’s the answer I was looking for. Wasn’t too hard to spit out, was it?!

Oh, he said. Was THAT what you were wondering. I must’ve misunderstood you. Then again I never read your emails properly. I know they always contain work for me.

truth hurts

I have had some time off over Christmas and New Year. I went into work feeling rested and in good spirits.

My spirits rose even higher when I found out H is on holiday and out of the office for two full weeks. Nothing could go wrong a beautiful day like today!

I joined the compulsory 08.45 morning coffee and enlightened all present about my stomach bug that hit me over New Year. Pooh is one of those subjects not talked about at my office, but I managed to be politically correct and even get some sympathy from some of my fellow co-workers. Success!

At lunch I was joined by N - one of the girls from reception. I like N a lot. She is given a lot of grief from my colleagues due to being drop dead gorgeous and the fat old ladies are clearly jealous of this. Despite this bullying she never complains, looks stressed or slag people off. I find her an inspiration.

So N and I sat down and had a chat. There's a new position at work which we both have applied for. We started to joke, saying really we should start our own company, where customer service should be the key word. Then she said, all matter of factly
I’ll never get the position. They believe I’m too thick to do anything but talk on the phone.

I got angry: But that’s bullshit N! You could be really good at the position!

I know, she sighed. But I won’t get the job because I’m a bimbo and you won’t get the job because you are too different.

I laughed. Yes, that’s true. Can you imagine what they say behind our backs about us when they are so mean to our faces?!

She went all serious, looked at me and said carefully they really don’t like you, you know. As in REALLY don’t like you…

And I know. But still it hurts to hear someone spell it out to you.