Idiosyncrasies
September 11th, 2009
Remember how I tend to like to enjoy my breakfast in peace and harmony without interruption but it usually doesn’t work out that way since I’m generally interrupted anyway by those who I just wish were dust bunnies to be flicked away? This morning was one of those times. Now, I rarely even get a “good morning” but when I do, it’s usually followed with a “I have a question,” or a complaint or bitch. This particular morning, I wasn’t in the best of moods (oh, who are we kidding?) as I was here the previous night for three additional hours trying to fix an issue that involved a vendor. Most of the time took trying to track down the support contract number since the Curmudgeon enjoys keeping that info to himself for some sort of job security, I guess. But I still made it into work as I gotta pay my bills and this is the only place currently allowing me to do that.
This morning I had a conversation with an end user that went something like this:
Enduser: “Where you going?”
Me: “Ummm, to my desk.”
Enduser: “I need to talk to you.”
Me: ::growing annoyed:: “What do we call this?”
Enduser: ::ignoring:: “How come I can’t log on to this area on our website?”
Me: “You might want to ask XXX, as he’s our ‘webmaster.’” (with heavy emphasis on “master” here.)
Enduser: ::crickets chirping:: “Isn’t that technical? Why can’t I ask you?”
Me: ::sigh:: “Because certain people do certain jobs. I don’t handle the website. Oh, would you know how I can get the toilet paper changed in building XXX as the men’s room is out?”
Enduser: “How the hell would I know?”
Me: “Exactly.”
Enduser: ::blink, blink:: “Well, why can’t I get on to that part of the website? Is he blocking me?”
Me: “Again, why don’t you ask him?” ::walking away::
Here’s the kicker: this guy is in charge of everything and anything related to servicing corporate vehicles. Next time I need to sign a vehicle out, I’m…just…not going to.
grumpy
