The only thing stopping me from ripping my hair out by the roots, removing all my clothing and running through town screaming like a banshee is the fact that it's Friday and I've got half the work day whooped.
Bossman has stayed behind closed doors for most of the morning, I've only had one phone call and the one order I had on my desk was entered by 9:00.
I hear you asking, "So Mahala, you big whine bag, why all the stress? It sounds like an easy peasy, soft and breezy kinda day!"
Well one would think so, but....
Bubbles' Bubbahubby has the day off today and has to do his mowin' to make some extra money and he needs to check on the goats because one of them has been ailin'. How do I know this? I know because I heard her tell her daddy, her mama, her mother-in-law, her sister-in-law and whoever the unfortunate soul was who answered the phone at the diner this morning when she called to place her daily bacon-egg-cheese-lettuce-extra mayo sandwich order.
I really, really wish I was exaggerating, but I'm not.
In addition to Bubbles having to call everyone in Frog Pond Holler she shares even a sliver of DNA with, I also have the pleasure of listening as Bubbahubby himself calls at regular intervals throughout the day. Oh and God forbid she should be away from her desk. First, her phone will ring off the hook, then her cellphone will ring and vibrate against her desk like a gas powered marital aid.
"Oh When the Saints Go Marching In" with rapid-fire percussion accompaniment. You can't get that kind of entertainment just anywhere ya know.
Then her phone will ring off the hook again, followed by a beep when he decides to leave a message and finally Louise will page Bubbles over the loudspeaker three times (the paging code for "emergency".)
Maybe I'm being unfair, I've never been married and honestly I don't know, perhaps that's how it's meant to be. I just don't think I could tolerate anyone but my gastroenterologist being that far up my ass.
Anywho, my lunch break is almost over, I need to get back to the asylum.
It's almost the weekend. Hang in there.
7 comments:
I had this mother that worked with me (she is now a judge) who was a rather overprotective mother who let her children (teenagers) run her life. Her daughter recorded a custom ringtone on her mother's cell phone. When the daugther called the ring tone was "ma, pick up the phone, hurry up, ma pick up the phone." She left the phone on her desk for two days one time when she went out of town, it took me a day or so of the daughter calling every hour to find the phone and turn it off. There ought to be a law!
DG
LOL and she's a JUDGE now.. that's priceless! We actually do have memos all over the plant forbidding the use of cellphones by employees, but it's never been clarified whether or not it applies to administrative staff.
Long ago when I was in charge of people, one female was always on her cell. If she saw me she'd tell the other person, "Oh Mahala is looking at me" or something like that , but she would get off the phone and then back on when I was out of sight. I spoke to my boss and the little turd told the boss that as a "good Christian" she felt she should tell the boss that I was always complaining and she couldn't take it anymore. The complaining was me telling her to get off the phone! The next day there was a big sign telling her to stay off the cell phone during the work day.
Ha! We have almost zero cell reception where I work and hauling a big ass tray of food is not conducive to taking calls anyway. No matter, one of my co-workers makes up for it, big time.
My Mom use to call me 14 times a day...really! At work it would be 5 or 6 times.
She had OCD and the beginnings of dementia...what is that idiots excuse?
I think you hit the nail on the head: you have to look at it as entertainment to keep your sanity.
The way you write about this ditzy co-worker is certainly entertaining!
try working all day AND living with your daughter. Oye
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