17:53 and I’m still in the office and I’m actually doing some work as well – what’s that all about? Well it’s partly because I’m off out on the razz tonight and not meeting people until 7.30pm so it’s warmer to hang around here and partly because my hours yesterday ended up being 10.15am to 4.30pm. Oooops.
Anyway today has also turned out to be the longest work day known to mankind and not just because of the additional hours. I mean it’s dragged and dragged and 11am has felt like it should be 2pm and 2pm like it should be 4pm. Now it’s 6pm so I should practically be in bed surely? I’ll get me slippers….
What may have added to this slog is that there seems to of been an echo round the office, an echo of my name. A really whiny echo. That has got worse and worse as the day has gone on. “Naaaaaaancyyyyy?” You know that whiny pathetic voice people put on when they want to ask you a favour but are very conscious they have asked you 50 times previously in the last half an hour? That voice. I am so sick of it. I’m sick of the sound of my own name. I’m going to change it by deed poll. To something very offensive or silly so people won’t use it. Something like Titwank or Iamawhinybitch or Ilovehitler.
There have been 4 main culprits; Temp (of course), Ms Rigsby, Andre and CJ. No surprises there then. In Ms Rigsby’s defence she has been asking Temp most questions but of course Temp knows jack shit so she diverts her to me. In some cases I actually have a duet of “Naaaaaaancyyyyy’s” from them. I told them if they want to ask me anything tomorrow they have to by singing to me with backing singers and a wind quartet. They found this hilarious. I’m not sure why, I’m dead serious.
I suppose this is what happens when you have ‘the knowledge’ and other people don’t. In my case ‘the knowledge’….actually I feel that should have a capital letter – ‘The Knowledge’…yes, better…anyway as I was saying – in my case this is CrapBags. This works to my advantage because I gradually make myself a vital asset to the team and indispensible – mwahahahahaha! But on the other hand it also means I get a lot of whiny enquiries about the same thing over and over and over until I want to make them eat the instruction guide and wash it down with a glass of ‘get out of my face’. It’s a knife edge it really is. As much as it pains me to say this….I need this job (agh) and so I think I am going to have to take the whine in order to keep turning up at 8am….10.15am….well whatever time it is I rock up.
There is only so much one girl can take though and when it is accompanied by a hyperactive, over excited, highly irritating 24 year old Australian who is bouncing about the office shrieking “IT’S SNOWING AGAIN!” – well then you have to start considering if your sanity is worth more than your pay cheque.
Oh hang on a minute I just remembered where I work, sanity isn’t in the job description is it? Well, easy decision to make then.
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