Stomped Feet, Folded Arms

Everyone is kicking off today.

CJ is throwing her toys out of the pram about a variety of things. Just now she was practically shouting at Harley because he wouldn’t sign something for her and telling her she has to get a ‘higher authority’ to do it (what like the pope or something?). “But whyyyyyyyy?!” Just shut the hell up and deal with it woman. In the middle of it all Gunner made a marvelous display of stirring the pot by standing up to announce across the partition that this named ‘higher authority’ wouldn’t be in the office until Monday – and then sat down again. “Whaaaaattt?!” shrieks CJ and at this point Harley walks off before he says something he’ll regret.

Kirstie and I are sat the other side of the partition rolling our eyes, making threatening gestures and ‘V’ signs in CJ’s direction. I am SO glad I don’t sit there any more.

Harley was the next to kick off, this time about a meeting that’s been organised for 3pm on a Friday. He came stomping round to Kirstie’s desk and demanded to know why this one had to be on a Friday at 3pm (if he can help it Harley either has flexi or is working from home on a Friday). She didn’t know, she didn’t arrange the meeting, just sent out the email. Off he stomps again. 5 minutes later back he stomps. “But why 3pm on a Friday?! That’s stupid; he won’t be popular for that!” Kirstie goes on to explain why this meeting has to be then, how it ties in with everything else etc. It actually makes a lot of sense even though I know I’d be pissed off if someone made me attend a 3pm meeting on a Friday. Now Moody is turning into Kevin the Teenager “Oh god, it’s so unfair!” At this point Kirstie actually tells Harley to tuck in his bottom lip and man up! He he. You know who runs the ship round here! So off he stomps again.

More tantrums were earlier in the day and this time from Kirstie herself on the phone to her husband. We all know a lot about Kirstie’s husband, probably more than he would like and she has often said if he ever found out what she says about him at work he’d be mortified. For example we know about their sex life, the fact that he came home wasted the other evening after some works drinks and pee’d up the wall in the bathroom, that he’s worried about aging and uses creams and lotions and ointments, that he loves going to Harvey Nicks with her shopping and Claridges for afternoon tea (ironically this guy is massive and a prison warden) plus an abundance of other revelations. Anyway I digress. They were arguing on the phone earlier about stuff they are buying for their bathroom and she got really shirty with him. That low and angry voice came into play, very threatening and dark and then a curt “bye” and the phone slammed down. “I hate him!” I gave her a raised eyebrow and smirk and got back “No I really do hate him!” Then he calls back and there is more of the same and then ½ an hour later he calls back again and she’s saying “I love you, I love you, I love you!” Jesus, it’s like an episode of Corrie.

I have yet to throw my toys out of any prams or have a phone argument or stick my bottom lip out but there is still 15 minutes left in my working day so never say never. Actually I’m in a lot better mood today, less of the grumps and more of the grins. Plus it’s been quite entertaining here and I have my smacking spoon to hand.