July 18, 2005

*pulls tiny arm hairs out, one by one*

Okay, I bitch about a lot of things, this is true, but one thing I really, REALLY can't stand is when people from work call me FROM work ABOUT work things AFTER I've left work.

I skiddaddled out of work at three today. Half an hour later I'm sitting at the oral surgeon's office and my cell phone starts ringing. I didn't answer it. I couldn't tell if the number was from work or from the pest control company that shall remain nameless who wants to see me a misting system so I didn't answer it.

I called work to see who had called me, if anyone.

It was Bossman. "Where are you?"

"I'm at the dentist." I told him as much in a well-modulated, clear statement as I was walking out the door. [No, I didn't wait for approval. Screw that - I'm a grown-ass woman who's overworked, underpaid, and hasn't had a vacation since 2003.]

Him: "Are you coming back?"

Me: "I hadn't planned on it."

Him: "Can you?"

Do what now? I have awesome, awesome self-control, folks, I tell you.

Me: "Why?"

Him: "I've got a job candidate coming in at 4:30."

Me: "Um."

Him: "We need to give him the assessment tests."

I thought to myself how assinine of a situation this was. He knows that I'm NEVER NEVER NEVER in the office after 4:30. I clock watch, but not so much because I don't want to work, but because I'm VERY anal. I get in at or befre 7:30 each morning and frankly folks I'm not paid enough to work work more than 40 hours in a week. I start getting all twitchy if I feel like I'm working more than a perfect 8 hours. (And need I tell you that I'm super-effiecient and that I don't really NEED to be there for 8 hours?)

Yeah, anyway. Point is, I scambled home to my computer to coordinate work things. People shouldn't assume that other people will bend over backwards to accomodate their scheduling s.n.a.f.u's.

If I worked in sales I'd expect my personal phones to be ringing off the hook in off hours. But I don't. SO STOP FUCKING CALLING ME! If you need something and can't find it - deal with it. The world won't cease to revolve in the meantime.

Posted by Tiffany at July 18, 2005 06:07 PM | TrackBack
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We refer to a boss like that as the EOL
Evil Overlord

It is the code "EOL at 2 o'clock"!

Posted by: Keeme at July 19, 2005 09:20 PM

My boss can be a similiar pain. I'm supposed to be an Office Manager from 9am-5pm--weekdays. Turns out, I'm more like a 24/7 Personal Assistant. He'll call me anytime of the day or night and sometimes on weekends. The nerve!

Posted by: MsThing at July 20, 2005 09:16 AM
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