Time Off for Bad Behavior
It’s been really intense at work. There is so much going on and everyone is a little on edge. I’ve been working so much and I’m really starting to hate this place. In geek terms, since I AM in accounting, that we do a full month-end close of the books…EVERY MONTH. It is October 13th and we JUST started on our close yesterday and have to have financials done by close of business Tuesday. That does not even cover the “extra” projects that are on my desk, too.
You just MIGHT sense the urgency and the intense situations that I am facing. A nervous breakdown was imminent. Or yelling at the CEO of our company. Yelling at any high level officer of a company is usually frowned upon…but I was just rewarded for it. Well…I think I just scared the bejezus out of everyone by my outburst when I’m usually so quiet and accommodating.
I’ve created a new image for myself now.
With SO MUCH work looming in front of me, I haven’t been leaving my desk very often. I heard quite the commotion over on the other side of our floor, but didn’t think much about it. I was focused on my bean counting responsibilities and couldn’t be bothered. As luck would have it, I needed to make a copy and walked over to the other side and found pretty much everyone on the floor surrounding our CEO. Our company has courtside tickets to the Sacramento Kings and they were having a drawing for four pre-season tickets for this Sunday. But only if you were in the general vicinity so that you could put your name in the empty oatmeal box they were using as a bucket. In passing, once I found out what was going on, I mentioned the injustice of not including those of us WHO WERE ACTUALLY WORKING. I was basically told, “Too bad…you should’ve been over here.”
Those bastards.
On my way back, I stop to ask a co-worker a question (so that can proceed with WORKING) and the four winners, the CEO and other various co-workers are talking about the contest and who won, etc. I think my late hours, working from home and dreaming about work is taking its toll on me. In the middle of their conversation I blurt out,
Now, I may swear like a sailor...at times…but that is NOT a word I ever use. EVER. And then I pull out all the stops and swear at the CEO of our company??! My mom will be so proud when she reads this. May the shame and guilt officially begin.
And yet I now have a ticket to the game.
While John does have tickets for Tuesday’s game (so I don’t feel all that bad) I can’t believe that I am going to the King’s game Sunday. Courtside. Right behind the players. At halftime, Tracie (one of the winners) and I will switch with the other two who will be sitting courtside, center court. Now tell ME that the squeaky wheel doesn’t get that grease. Even if you do, I WILL NOT BELIEVE YOU. Apparently the “nice little girl” routine, while it might make people like you, it does NOT give you courtside tickets.
I’ve been living life so wrong.
You just MIGHT sense the urgency and the intense situations that I am facing. A nervous breakdown was imminent. Or yelling at the CEO of our company. Yelling at any high level officer of a company is usually frowned upon…but I was just rewarded for it. Well…I think I just scared the bejezus out of everyone by my outburst when I’m usually so quiet and accommodating.
I’ve created a new image for myself now.
With SO MUCH work looming in front of me, I haven’t been leaving my desk very often. I heard quite the commotion over on the other side of our floor, but didn’t think much about it. I was focused on my bean counting responsibilities and couldn’t be bothered. As luck would have it, I needed to make a copy and walked over to the other side and found pretty much everyone on the floor surrounding our CEO. Our company has courtside tickets to the Sacramento Kings and they were having a drawing for four pre-season tickets for this Sunday. But only if you were in the general vicinity so that you could put your name in the empty oatmeal box they were using as a bucket. In passing, once I found out what was going on, I mentioned the injustice of not including those of us WHO WERE ACTUALLY WORKING. I was basically told, “Too bad…you should’ve been over here.”
Those bastards.
On my way back, I stop to ask a co-worker a question (so that can proceed with WORKING) and the four winners, the CEO and other various co-workers are talking about the contest and who won, etc. I think my late hours, working from home and dreaming about work is taking its toll on me. In the middle of their conversation I blurt out,
“I can’t believe I’ve worked here for EIGHT YEARS and have never gotten
tickets!”
“Well, where were you??!” says CEO. “You should’ve been out here!”
“I was WORKING Godammit!” (and then he laughs.)
Now, I may swear like a sailor...at times…but that is NOT a word I ever use. EVER. And then I pull out all the stops and swear at the CEO of our company??! My mom will be so proud when she reads this. May the shame and guilt officially begin.
And yet I now have a ticket to the game.
While John does have tickets for Tuesday’s game (so I don’t feel all that bad) I can’t believe that I am going to the King’s game Sunday. Courtside. Right behind the players. At halftime, Tracie (one of the winners) and I will switch with the other two who will be sitting courtside, center court. Now tell ME that the squeaky wheel doesn’t get that grease. Even if you do, I WILL NOT BELIEVE YOU. Apparently the “nice little girl” routine, while it might make people like you, it does NOT give you courtside tickets.
I’ve been living life so wrong.
posted by JP at 10/13/2005 05:19:00 PM
3 Comments:
so proud
i say you make a badass reputation for yourself
maybe you already have
*LOL* that was so unlike the girl I remember.....good for you. A little outrage goes a long way. have fun!!
Jo
Seriously... HOW did I NOT hear about this? I WORK WITH YOU! DIAL MY EXTENTION WHEN YOU YELL AT THE BIG GUY WILL YA? Sheesh!
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