Never mind the previous post. I was being facetious. You don't have to consider this Friday Quiz Day if you don't want to (though those are two cool quizzes). It's just that I didn't feel like writing blog content until just this very minute.
If you prefer, you may call this day by its traditional name, National Stay The Hell Out of Pam's Cubicle Day.
My old pal Micromgr waddled over this morning, and threw some paperwork beside my In-Basket. By way of greeting, she said, "I don't know where this came from but it looks like your handwriting if it isn't it might be someone in your unit I don't know." Then she waddled away. I wasn't curious enough to look at it for a while, though it did occur to me to wonder how she thinks she knows my handwriting, when half the time she doesn't remember my name. And I used to be her employee. Touching, isn't it? We're so close.
When I did look at it, this is what it was. This is what I got singled out to receive. This is the paperwork of such dire importance, that she made a special waddle to my cubicle to hand-deliver to me.
* A copy of our fee schedule
* A post-it note, telling somebody they can't get the application they requested because they didn't send any fee.
* A manila envelope, originally mailed SEPTEMBER 2003, and stamped "returned to sender" (meaning here)
Not signed, not coded in any way that would suggest it had originated with my unit. Any intelligent person would have thrown this stupid thing away. September '03, people! But no. We're dealing with a level of passive-aggressiveness that can never be happy without punishing all bystanders.
Did I throw it away? Oh no, not today. I walked it back to Micromgr's office. She was meeting with IT Guy. So much the better. I put the thing carefully back on the corner of her desk. "Oh, wasn't that yours?" she asked sweetly. "No, not ours," I said with a very, very solicitous smile. "But it looked so important, I knew you'd want to find the correct department."
I walked back out. "Thank you, Diana," she called after me. Grrrr.
Well, Diana, I'm glad you knew what to do with this paperwork. You showed tremendous self-restraint. I'd have been tempted to tell her exactly where this useless paperwork belonged, in no uncertain terms. And it would have involved dark cavities in her subhuman ventral side.
Posted by: Snowball | June 25, 2004 at 01:05 PM