Working in the Power Industry does NOT give you the right to POWER TRIP!
This week I was begged to cover for an Executive Assistant to replace a temp who “was weird” (??) while the regular EA is away on vacation. Being an EA isn’t rocket science, so I said okay. But boy am I glad that the regular EA is back tomorrow.
People drive me ^&*$% nuts! Rather, men in positions of power drive me ^&*$% nuts! Some of them are quite nice and even say “please” when they need something. But THEN? There are the guys who ruin it for everyone. The ones who don’t bother to learn my name, or insist on calling me the wrong name, no matter how many times I correct them. The ones who insist that we must have so-and-so’s cell phone number in a file somewhere, even though we don’t, and yes I checked everywhere, and no, as a peon, it’s his prerogative to provide us with a personal cell number, which he obviously chose not to. And yet somehow, through the divine mystery of the universe, this is my fault. And yes, this will probably cause the earth to shatter into a million pieces. The demise of the human race is on my shoulders, because I’m not well-versed on using Jedi Mind Tricks to force people into giving me information that they don’t want to share. Oops. Sorry guys.
“HOW is this possible, Jody?!” they shout, letting loose with their Demeaning Gusto!!!
“How is it possible that you’re not having a stroke right now from this massive tantrum?” I wonder.
They should provide us with tranquilizer guns for this job. “My name isn’t Jody, and you need a time-out.” *ping*
Perhaps I’ll have a word with Health and Safety about this. It’s not healthy for my outlook on life, and it certainly isn’t good for their blood pressure to get all up-in-arms over something that, by the way, won’t change no matter how angry they get.
I’m generally a fairly calm, non-confrontational person, but I refuse to give in to Power Trips. If, heaven forbid, someone tells me that something is “unacceptable”, I will stand right up and fight it, even if I don’t believe that it’s right, just because the word “unacceptable” makes me crazy. Even a small thing, like someone coming to my house unannounced, puts me immediately on the defensive. I won’t answer on principal, even if my lights are on and I’m obviously home. Why? Because it says to me that they don’t respect my personal space and that they believe that I should be willing to drop whatever I’m doing to entertain their whim. Not cool. I only drop everything for family, and my family is considerate enough to call before they come over.
How about you folks? Is there something silly that you get irrationally upset about? Any stands that you make?
Xoxo,
~g~
UPDATE:
Guess who decided to extend her vacation? I'm an EA till Friday at least! "nooooo!!!!"
Also, weird link from boingboing.net of "Victorian Postmortem Photographs." ... Dude. If you're easily creeped-out, don't look at it. I looked at it yesterday morning and was up till MIDNIGHT last night, still too freaked out over it to sleep. I was freaked out by the concept, there's nothing graphically horrible about the pictures themselves. Just the whole "let's prop up your dead sister for one last picture of you two." .... yikes.
People drive me ^&*$% nuts! Rather, men in positions of power drive me ^&*$% nuts! Some of them are quite nice and even say “please” when they need something. But THEN? There are the guys who ruin it for everyone. The ones who don’t bother to learn my name, or insist on calling me the wrong name, no matter how many times I correct them. The ones who insist that we must have so-and-so’s cell phone number in a file somewhere, even though we don’t, and yes I checked everywhere, and no, as a peon, it’s his prerogative to provide us with a personal cell number, which he obviously chose not to. And yet somehow, through the divine mystery of the universe, this is my fault. And yes, this will probably cause the earth to shatter into a million pieces. The demise of the human race is on my shoulders, because I’m not well-versed on using Jedi Mind Tricks to force people into giving me information that they don’t want to share. Oops. Sorry guys.
“HOW is this possible, Jody?!” they shout, letting loose with their Demeaning Gusto!!!
“How is it possible that you’re not having a stroke right now from this massive tantrum?” I wonder.
They should provide us with tranquilizer guns for this job. “My name isn’t Jody, and you need a time-out.” *ping*
Perhaps I’ll have a word with Health and Safety about this. It’s not healthy for my outlook on life, and it certainly isn’t good for their blood pressure to get all up-in-arms over something that, by the way, won’t change no matter how angry they get.
I’m generally a fairly calm, non-confrontational person, but I refuse to give in to Power Trips. If, heaven forbid, someone tells me that something is “unacceptable”, I will stand right up and fight it, even if I don’t believe that it’s right, just because the word “unacceptable” makes me crazy. Even a small thing, like someone coming to my house unannounced, puts me immediately on the defensive. I won’t answer on principal, even if my lights are on and I’m obviously home. Why? Because it says to me that they don’t respect my personal space and that they believe that I should be willing to drop whatever I’m doing to entertain their whim. Not cool. I only drop everything for family, and my family is considerate enough to call before they come over.
How about you folks? Is there something silly that you get irrationally upset about? Any stands that you make?
Xoxo,
~g~
UPDATE:
Guess who decided to extend her vacation? I'm an EA till Friday at least! "nooooo!!!!"
Also, weird link from boingboing.net of "Victorian Postmortem Photographs." ... Dude. If you're easily creeped-out, don't look at it. I looked at it yesterday morning and was up till MIDNIGHT last night, still too freaked out over it to sleep. I was freaked out by the concept, there's nothing graphically horrible about the pictures themselves. Just the whole "let's prop up your dead sister for one last picture of you two." .... yikes.
posted by Apartment Girl at 12:42 PM
3 Comments:
I can't believe people like that!! It's like some of the architects that I have to deal with. "What do you mean I can't move the fire extinguisher cabinet? It's right in the middle of my feature wall!!!" Hmmm... Well, I guess you can move it if you want everyone on your floor to DIE because they can't get to a fire extinguisher in time! Argh... the things people fixate on. I completely agree that it can't be healthy for people to get worked up about stupid things. I especially love some of the clients... "Just make all your ducts smaller and then I'll have room for my chandelier!"
I guess it just shows that we're all still animals. Just picture a wolf gnawing on a bone with single minded determinedness. We are a short hop away from that. Must have chandelier, must have cell phone number, must eat this bone forever.... It's all the same.
Oh, I forgot! I get irrationally upset with people when something goes wrong and they blame it on someone else. Suck it up and take responsibility, damn it! Also, there are certain people I know that will complete disregard someone else's concerns or needs with the flippant remark "That's stupid." That really bugs me.
I can totally sympathize with you. Those people drive me CrAzY!!
I had one client who got all upset because I'd ordered the appendicies in a report 'wrong'. Of course, I felt totally bad for mixing it up, but once we looked at it (together, on the phone), she realized that I did actually have it the way she wanted. No apology though.
And people not calling before they come over is a total pet peeve of mine. Sometimes I'm in my PJs, just vegging out, I look horrible, or for whatever reason I don't want company, especially unexpected company. Deal with it. Call before you come over!
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