Return of the Chatty-Cathies
It's the second week after the lovely long Holiday break. A Wednesday.
Yesterday Piper left work early to go to a doctor's appointment. Clark left work early to go to a wedding tasting. Step-on-me left work early to go for an afternoon job.
This left Colormist all alone in her office for the afternoon. It was fantastic. :)
Wednesday morning rolls around. Step-on-me ventures into the marketing department and asks Clark how the wedding tasting went. They talk for about 10-15 minutes.
We have our standard 15 minute morning meeting, then Step-on-me ventures back to her office. Clark turns around and asks Piper about the doctor's appointment. Piper was diagnosed by something odd--the physician wouldn't inform her much about it. So Piper is concerned. Clark and Colormist both find that horribly shitty and suggest doing research and/or cornering her primary care physician about it. They've been talking for maybe 5 minutes.
Step-on-me quickly waltzes into the room and says, "Alright Chatty-Cathies! We've got lots of work to do today!" etc, etc, etc. It's her lovely way of telling us to shut the hell up. She then slips back into her own office.
Clark is enraged. It is Clark's first time being cornered with the 'Chatty-Cathy' lecture.
Piper and Colormist merely roll their eyes and glare across the hall at Step-on-me's office.
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Aside from being horribly rude and inconsiderate to Piper's diagnosis--not quite sure what to call it yet--it also pisses us off to no extent. We've even been told the 'Chatty-Cathy' lecture when talking about work. We're too loud, we're not allowed to laugh, people think that we're a party department.
I'm so DAMN sorry if I'm capable of finding something entertaining about my work that it makes me laugh. I'm sorry I ENJOY doing my work. I'm sorry I actually have QUESTIONS about protocol because I don't know everything and I'd like a second opinion because I DON'T want to have a new asshole from a mishyphen or misspelling.
And then, to top it all off today, fsuking CEOlady comes down and wants a complete redesign of the brochure and flyer--and wants it by Friday morning (it's noon on Wednesday). I haven't TOUCHED that brochure or flyer in over a year. In fact, it was perfectly fine this time last year. Then Step-on-me has the audacity to come over and say that CEOlady has all these very pressing projects that she thought up at the last second for Step-on-me to work on. And of course she pawns it off on ME two-minutes later.
I hate Wednesdays.
Yesterday Piper left work early to go to a doctor's appointment. Clark left work early to go to a wedding tasting. Step-on-me left work early to go for an afternoon job.
This left Colormist all alone in her office for the afternoon. It was fantastic. :)
Wednesday morning rolls around. Step-on-me ventures into the marketing department and asks Clark how the wedding tasting went. They talk for about 10-15 minutes.
We have our standard 15 minute morning meeting, then Step-on-me ventures back to her office. Clark turns around and asks Piper about the doctor's appointment. Piper was diagnosed by something odd--the physician wouldn't inform her much about it. So Piper is concerned. Clark and Colormist both find that horribly shitty and suggest doing research and/or cornering her primary care physician about it. They've been talking for maybe 5 minutes.
Step-on-me quickly waltzes into the room and says, "Alright Chatty-Cathies! We've got lots of work to do today!" etc, etc, etc. It's her lovely way of telling us to shut the hell up. She then slips back into her own office.
Clark is enraged. It is Clark's first time being cornered with the 'Chatty-Cathy' lecture.
Piper and Colormist merely roll their eyes and glare across the hall at Step-on-me's office.
--
Aside from being horribly rude and inconsiderate to Piper's diagnosis--not quite sure what to call it yet--it also pisses us off to no extent. We've even been told the 'Chatty-Cathy' lecture when talking about work. We're too loud, we're not allowed to laugh, people think that we're a party department.
I'm so DAMN sorry if I'm capable of finding something entertaining about my work that it makes me laugh. I'm sorry I ENJOY doing my work. I'm sorry I actually have QUESTIONS about protocol because I don't know everything and I'd like a second opinion because I DON'T want to have a new asshole from a mishyphen or misspelling.
And then, to top it all off today, fsuking CEOlady comes down and wants a complete redesign of the brochure and flyer--and wants it by Friday morning (it's noon on Wednesday). I haven't TOUCHED that brochure or flyer in over a year. In fact, it was perfectly fine this time last year. Then Step-on-me has the audacity to come over and say that CEOlady has all these very pressing projects that she thought up at the last second for Step-on-me to work on. And of course she pawns it off on ME two-minutes later.
I hate Wednesdays.
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