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Desperately Seeking… 1/4/2006

I just got a call on my direct line, from HQ, asking me if I had seen Lord Coleman today or yesterday. I was dumb fucked at this, because,

1. I didn’t know Lord Coleman was back in town.

2. You’re the fucking secretary to the Project Director, you should know where he is. What do I look like to you? Find a friend?

About 3 minutes later, H. walks in, asking me if I had seen Coleman. To which I asked if the airhead secretary had called him, and he said yes. I wasn’t going to let myself get upset at this.

Things are rapidly reaching the point where just because we’re on site, and available, everyone is looking for us to clear up their shit. I remember an e-mail from the airhead, asking me to make arrangements for someone from the Netherlands to visit the site. My reply to that was rather sharp and caustic, pointing out the fact that she was the secretary, not me, and her job was in a support role, not to fucking boss us around. I’m really getting sick and tired of people in HQ looking down on us. And they get better bonuses and increments. All we get are stinky toilets with no running water, and body odour from a thousand Bangladeshi immigrant workers.

I have 2 e-mails in my in-box, pending action, asking me to check things out. Because the fucking consultants don’t want to leave their comfortable air conditioned offices to take measurements. Not like I don’t have a million other things to do, wearing 2 hats like I do.

And I’ve just put down the phone. A female voice asked to be connected to the HR department. I asked, “The HR Department of what, pray tell?” and I was further wondering how the fuck did she get the number for my direct line. She wanted to know if this was the XXXX Hospital. I said yes. She said she wanted the HR Department. I said to her that this was a fucking construction site, and if she wanted to come over and be a fuck toy for a thousand sex-starved immigrant workers, she was welcome to apply for the job. I heard a gasp of horror at this, probably her imagining how anyone could be so rude. And I was, because I told her never to call this number again, unless she was prepared to swallow.

Who the fuck has been giving out the number for my direct line?

Comments»

1. buaya69 - 1/4/2006

not me.

2. KY - 1/6/2006

since when did u start ranting about work?

3. The Snark - 1/6/2006

I’ve always been ranting about work. That’s why there’s a “Work Bitching” category.