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Monday, June 21, 2010

The Town Idiot

I’m not sure when it all started to go sideways at work. But the past 2 weeks have been an uphill struggle.

Let me back track and give you some history: The receptionist (code name Idiot) does the bare minimum to keep herself employed. She makes a million excuses as to why her work never gets done, shows no initiative and has the brains of a melted crayon. I’m convinced she’s blowing DW because there is really no other reason to keep her around.

I'm sure you are thinking "what the idiot does or does not do is really none of my business".... but when I end up doing the 'does not do part'  it becomes my business.  My plate is already pretty full.

The idiot used to do the filing- but a simple 1 hour task took many hours.  And on top of it- she misfiled many things.  Looks like someone doesn't know her alphabet.  Needless to say the filing was returned to me because my boss can trust it gets done in a timely manner and gets done right.  I suppose its a 2sided sword:  a compliment yet having to carry the slacker.

And so it goes.  The idiot making excuses and work coming my way. 


Present Day: Once a month I run the credit card report and Idiot matches all the travel receipts.  I can do the task in 4 hours.....Idiot takes 5 days. My patience with her ran out long ago.   At this point I'm sure you'll sympathize with me when I say I was less than enthused when DW told (yup- told- not asked) me to "help" Idiot out by running that report 4x a month so poor poor Idiot wouldn't be so stressed out by having to struggle thru a 4 hour task over 5 days.

Cue the big GASP!  Once my eyes were done bulging out of my head I said ""You're kidding me?  5 days isn't enough for her?  Now you want me to run the report every week?""  (Had I known those words were going to cause me such grief - I would have fucking yelled them out and made the grief well deserved.  But I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself)

If looks could kill then my story would end right here. I'm not sure how the words I said sent him over the edge but did he spaz.  He started to turn this red color as anger seeped from his asshole pores. He told me I will not only print the reports every week, I will cc him so he knows it was done (eye roll).  He said "Do you need me to put it in writing?"  Of course, career conscious me replied "I don't care if you write it on the moon"  Hmmm.... in hindsight.....  ya that probably wasn't worded very well.

Now DW lights a path over to LW's office and slams the door.  (Ever the dramatic professional that guy)  I can see him, veins bulging in his neck, yelling at her.  All the while I'm thinking he's a candidate for anger management.  What a bitch that guy is.  Later on LW passes on that DW was angry (no shit) and he was inquiring about my work (sniffing around trying to root out if there was a reason to fire me).  I shouldn't laugh but DW is just so predicable.  Fire me for having an opinion?? 
Could this get any more dramatic??

I'm sure DW will find a way to make me suffer......