OK so it's the first week of 2010 and it's been a little crazy at work. People are stupid. Stupid as usual, but there's a whole new stupid sheen on their stupid faces that could be a long lasting hangover from whatever New Years orgy they attended. Or it could just be the fluorescent lights shining off their stupid egos.
My current irritations at the workplace involve a particular agent who apparently believes I'm the only one who is allowed to use the fax machine. Like I hold the magic key that makes the fax machine work. Like it's scrawled somewhere in the thin pages of his King James bible. "And so God said, Meghann is the fax wench. Go tell the people..." He asks me quite often, if I can fax something for him, or to him.
Interesting....you're standing there---papers in hand, ready to go, and you're closer to the fax than I am. I'm obviously engrossed in the latest project that was handed to me 10 minutes ago, is due to WWHQ in 15 minutes and is sure to take an hour...Is it really that hard to put them face down, read a phone number off the wall above the fax, and dial it?
We've had to have these talks before. The old boss-a-roo has had to give those "Meghann works for me not you" speeches. Usually it works, people are cool, and life goes on.
But this particular agent (who I truly do like---don't get me wrong), made a critical error a couple months ago that I haven't forgotten. I can't forget it. It was one of those moments that is burned onto my brain. One of those moments that caused the firey burn of adrenaline to streak through my neck as I fought the urge to mount the desk and shriek like a harpy, flapping her giant wings over the poor soul entangled in her talons, on his way to certain death.
I was taking a 3 minute Facebook break after hours of helping those unwilling to help themselves, to post a supportive comment on the Madison Zorn Prayer page, when said irritation came tearing down the hallway like a freakin' ninja---and saw my page.
His response could very well have been the first of many nails in his coffin---when he called out "Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" As if I was a 5 year old getting busted by her older brother for taking all of Mommy's makeup and smearing it all over herself.
That was weeks ago. I'm not angry with him. He doesn't even know what he triggers inside me. No idea that it makes me giggle to imagine that I was Darth Vader and how I would choke him out from him from across the room---and enjoy it. He has no clue. And he is a really nice guy. He has never said or done anything intentionally to hurt, upset, or anger me. And let it be known that he never would. He's just that nice.
This is what getting paid 50% of what you should be getting paid does to you. But this is also how I deal. I joke about how I will go crazy and how you make me want to jump on the furniture, shit in my hand, and throw it at you. And it makes me laugh. And it makes other people laugh.
And that's what keeps me from burning the place down. ;)
Oh yeah---and here's a couple pictures...
The Gray Lilies of Gray, TN on the Appalachian Trail
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