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Work
This actually happened yesterday, but I had the allergy headache from hell last night and decided making Beth and Raijahn miserable would be more productive than anything else I could think of.
*grins*
The Number System:
To recap to all those not following the home game, we've moved to the number system at work. Give people a number, make them sit. They gripe. Oh shock.
Well, anyway, Client was stalking my window, as her appointment time was delayed, due to, of course, deliberate evil by the agency in a long, involved, convoluted conspiracy to make her life miserable, not that the person that was supposed to interview her was puking her guts out at out home.
I, angelic in demonic form, was the focus of her rage.
Time: 8:15
"When do I get my appointment?"
(note: Her appointment time was eight, but all appts start at 8:10. She knew this. She has been here before.)
"As soon as we have someone to interview you, ma'am."
Time: 8:20
"Where the hell is my worker?"
"Very sick, ma'am. Please take a seat."
Time: 8:25
"Get me a supervisor!"
*jenn looks up. jenn has checked in and dealt with twenty two interesting to annoying people in the last, check the clock, ten minutes.*
"Why?"
*person is incensed*
"I want my interview!"
"He already knows, ma'am."
"He can interview me!"
"Supervisors don't interview, ma'am."
"I want to talk to a supervisor *now*!"
"That's nice, could you move please? Next in line."
"Don't get uppity with me."
(note: I'm not joking. She used the word uppity. Insert a pause here while jenn marvels)
"Call your Supervisor."
(now, could have been mean and called *my* supervisor, who would have probably frozen the woman in her tracks, as Super I is--well, you'd have to meet her. But I didn't. As I am Compassionate.)
*turns around, sees Volunteer One helping with some files. We grin and I hit the intercom and call Super E.)
"I *saw* you curling your lip." *to volunteer, then mumbles vaguely but not seriously threatening things*
(I swear, I don't make this stuff up.)
*Volunteer blinks, takes two steps toward window. jenn considers fact Volunteer coulud easily kick Client's ass. Considers amusement. Police action. News media. Endless supplies of peanut butter cups from Volunteer. Considers Volunteer and jenn smoke together sometimes and jenn LIKES Volunteer*
"NEXT!"
Time: 8:30
"Did you call the supervisor?"
"Yes."
"I didn't hear you out here."
"Were you aware there are two different intercoms?"
(note--interior, office, and exterior, lobby)
*client considers*
"I still would have heard you."
*jenn does not remark on deafness and continues doing her thing*
"You can't hear the interior one from where you are, ma'am. Next?"
"You know I'm going to be an asshole right here until someone comes to talk to me."
"Feel oh so free. Can you move please? Next."
And to think, sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get bored.
Other Things
I'm amusing myself with re-reading some people's LJs on why they friend or why they unfriend or the randomness of both. Mostly because every time I open LJ, I keep getting assaulted by The New Black, OC, which I am avoiding assiduously, because frankly, the main character is too hot and I like the idea of having a few hours a day to sleep and not be obsessed with fannish things.
Will resist until the entire minicrush has passed. Dammit.
Jenn things
I'm--seriously considering moving.
Okay, very personal, so of interest possibly only to Beth, who listened to me freak out about it, and me. And probably not to Beth, who heard the freak out already.
( decisions, decisions )
Have no recs, been re-reading old favorites in vague need for comfort and trying to steel myself for four Saturdays of mandatory workdays in a row. God. I am going to have SO many hours of overtime this month it's going to be scary. On the other hand, this may mean I can extend my vacation this spring to two weeks straight, or take extra time in January. I really have no idea, but the concept is exciting.
Am also generally staring at ficness in Word, because, really, what AM I thinking with this thing?
Gah. Need chocolate soon.
This actually happened yesterday, but I had the allergy headache from hell last night and decided making Beth and Raijahn miserable would be more productive than anything else I could think of.
*grins*
The Number System:
To recap to all those not following the home game, we've moved to the number system at work. Give people a number, make them sit. They gripe. Oh shock.
Well, anyway, Client was stalking my window, as her appointment time was delayed, due to, of course, deliberate evil by the agency in a long, involved, convoluted conspiracy to make her life miserable, not that the person that was supposed to interview her was puking her guts out at out home.
I, angelic in demonic form, was the focus of her rage.
Time: 8:15
"When do I get my appointment?"
(note: Her appointment time was eight, but all appts start at 8:10. She knew this. She has been here before.)
"As soon as we have someone to interview you, ma'am."
Time: 8:20
"Where the hell is my worker?"
"Very sick, ma'am. Please take a seat."
Time: 8:25
"Get me a supervisor!"
*jenn looks up. jenn has checked in and dealt with twenty two interesting to annoying people in the last, check the clock, ten minutes.*
"Why?"
*person is incensed*
"I want my interview!"
"He already knows, ma'am."
"He can interview me!"
"Supervisors don't interview, ma'am."
"I want to talk to a supervisor *now*!"
"That's nice, could you move please? Next in line."
"Don't get uppity with me."
(note: I'm not joking. She used the word uppity. Insert a pause here while jenn marvels)
"Call your Supervisor."
(now, could have been mean and called *my* supervisor, who would have probably frozen the woman in her tracks, as Super I is--well, you'd have to meet her. But I didn't. As I am Compassionate.)
*turns around, sees Volunteer One helping with some files. We grin and I hit the intercom and call Super E.)
"I *saw* you curling your lip." *to volunteer, then mumbles vaguely but not seriously threatening things*
(I swear, I don't make this stuff up.)
*Volunteer blinks, takes two steps toward window. jenn considers fact Volunteer coulud easily kick Client's ass. Considers amusement. Police action. News media. Endless supplies of peanut butter cups from Volunteer. Considers Volunteer and jenn smoke together sometimes and jenn LIKES Volunteer*
"NEXT!"
Time: 8:30
"Did you call the supervisor?"
"Yes."
"I didn't hear you out here."
"Were you aware there are two different intercoms?"
(note--interior, office, and exterior, lobby)
*client considers*
"I still would have heard you."
*jenn does not remark on deafness and continues doing her thing*
"You can't hear the interior one from where you are, ma'am. Next?"
"You know I'm going to be an asshole right here until someone comes to talk to me."
"Feel oh so free. Can you move please? Next."
And to think, sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get bored.
Other Things
I'm amusing myself with re-reading some people's LJs on why they friend or why they unfriend or the randomness of both. Mostly because every time I open LJ, I keep getting assaulted by The New Black, OC, which I am avoiding assiduously, because frankly, the main character is too hot and I like the idea of having a few hours a day to sleep and not be obsessed with fannish things.
Will resist until the entire minicrush has passed. Dammit.
Jenn things
I'm--seriously considering moving.
Okay, very personal, so of interest possibly only to Beth, who listened to me freak out about it, and me. And probably not to Beth, who heard the freak out already.
( decisions, decisions )
Have no recs, been re-reading old favorites in vague need for comfort and trying to steel myself for four Saturdays of mandatory workdays in a row. God. I am going to have SO many hours of overtime this month it's going to be scary. On the other hand, this may mean I can extend my vacation this spring to two weeks straight, or take extra time in January. I really have no idea, but the concept is exciting.
Am also generally staring at ficness in Word, because, really, what AM I thinking with this thing?
Gah. Need chocolate soon.
