Apr 4, 2006
This is a one sided week for me. I don’t want to be objective, I do not want to be understanding, I don’t want to be all friendly like, I don’t even want to be the best I can be… (much less in the army). I do however feel like being homicidal towards a select crew of one person who just insists on getting on my nerves.
After having a minor verbal scuffle yesterday, a co-worker, let’s call her some dumb skank, decides to go toe to toe with me after I indicate that I need help translating what she wrote in the job. This just so happens to be about the twelfth job in a two week period that is either incomplete, poorly written, has no references, is spliced into 7 papers scattered throughout the job, or has an artwork with the revisions scratched onto the artwork in handwriting that is barely legible. That being said, this is the same type of person who signs off jobs with a smiley face, or thanxxxx, or some other cute Hello Kitty BS that is more annoying than endearing as she no doubt thinks it is.
Sorry if I’m angry, bitchy, and I’m not finding things cute, but I’d much rather things being efficient than cute. I much rather bland, clearly written jobs that let me do the job right the first time instead of a lame excuse for an official document that happens to have smiley faces and hugs and kisses and all kinds of cute nifty little dimwit things I could have found cute if I were a third grade girl or a mentally retarded, gay, show tune loving, interior designer for mental wards. But since I’m not, and I’d much rather do my work instead of oh say stick around and have to chew back my vomit from looking at your pathetic moron face, why not cut the smiley faces and give me your 110%.
But no, I’m the one who has an attitude problem even if I’ve spoken with her before of the matter. Even if this has escalated from an observation, to a request, to a joke, to a rude joke, to a bitchy comment. I actually had to sit down and ask myself if I was overreacting as I often do to attempt and not be all high and mighty and myself land in an advertising cliché. But after sitting down, and thinking about it, I simply saw that an action led to a reaction and although initially calm and cool, there’s only so much stupid I can swallow in a day. Now I thought a bit more and I have to ask myself, does an account exec… scratch that, does THAT account exec ever analyze herself, (called her a skank so can’t be general now)? Does she ever go, ‘wait a minute, maybe I can do stuff differently so work comes out quicker and my client is even happier. Maybe that disgruntled arsehole of a creative has a point and maybe there’s something I can do better…’
And then I wake up, smell the coffee and remember the simple detail that the only way she can raise her total IQ is by getting pregnant.
Posted by Joker at 12:51 PM