Why do people make me hate them?
Well I have a new arch-nemisis, this damned girl at work. She is one of the most annoying people I have ever had the displeasure of working with. Her speach and tone of voice are set at just the right level to drive me insane. Plus shes an asshole. So at one point in my last shift shes bitching to me about her computer being broken. What happened was the program we use suspends the order you're working on when the screen saver comes on. So I say just hit any key on the thing and get back to work you clown. She goes back to her station and mutters to herself for a minute or two, then she comes back screaming, actually screaming, that I'm retarded and it doesn't work blah blah blah. I walk over to her station, press enter and say 'THERE!'. Now it takes about 10 seconds from the time the screensaver is turned off for the program to start again. In that ten seconds I get 'ha genius I thought you knew what you were talking about, you retard blah blah blah'. I respond in my best 1920's gangster (not to be confused with gangsta) impersonation "m-yea see, this stuff here ain't gon fly. You're driving me bananas with this business, absolutely bonkers. m-yea, see?" Then she just stared at me, but she didn't talk to me the rest of the shift, so I'm claiming victory.

Then I get word that we're getting off work 10 minutes early (woohoo!) to go to a meeting (crap). The guy leading the meeting looked like a skinny hulk hogan (I kept waiting for him to call us his little hulkamaniacs and rip his shirt off). It turns out that we've got a ton of orders for the next couple weeks and so they want everone to come in and work every day of the long weekend, in return workers will recieve double time and a half, plus a $300 after tax bonus. Sweet! Then the hulkster asks if there are any questions so far, I raise my hand and ask if this great deal is only for contract workers (I'm currently temporary staff), and he says yes. Well fuck that! So I get up to leave cause I want to beat all these other suckers outta the building and make my way home. Hulk stops his speach and asks me where I'm going. 'Home' I say. 'The meeting isn't over yet' he replies. 'I'm not contract staff, so this meeting doesn't concern me'. 'Well it would be nice if you stayed anyway'. 'Yeah, why?' Hogan did not look impressed.

- posted by Mike @ 10:01 AM