January 23, 2007
The Schedule
Yes, I'm still obsessing about this. Bear with me. It's traumatic. I have to get it all outta my system before I can get on with my life... such as it is.
A week or so ago, the Receptionist sent out a schedule for switchboard relief for the month of January. Mind you, only an idiot thinks that she put this together herself. We all know where it really came from.
On this schedule, all lunches are covered by G.M.'s Assistant's Assitant. All morning breaks are covered by Yours Truly. And afternoon breaks are divided up between the remaining support staff so that each secretary does about two afternoons a month.
That's two afternoons a month.
Every morning.
Two afternoons a month.
Every morning.
Two afternoons -- are you seeing what I'm seeing? I'll give you a hint. It starts with Huge, and ends with Discrepency.
To my mild surprise, and amusement, the other secretaries immediately started replying to the Receptionist's schedule-related email with heated questions. Who authorized this? Was my supervisor consulted? Can I do breaks at 2:00 because I leave at 3:00? Etc., etc.
Now, I'm kind of disappointed that the other secretaries attacked a person who is, essentially, one of our own. And I'm really sickened that G.M. had the Receptionist do his dirty work for him. God, the whole thing was just screwed-up... however, it was kind of fun to sit back and watch the meltdown. Just another feather in G.M.'s cap!
Something came of this that basically amounts to G.M. eating his hat.
He emailed all the support staff with one of his trademark longer-than-necessary diatribes. It included an explanation of what he did and why; a vague admission that the schedule was "sent out prematurely," or some such bullshit; and an assurance that all supervisors will be met with before another switchboard relief schedule is made. Probably by the beginning of February.
Because that's how long it takes a G.M. to schedule switchboard relief. Because it's a complicated process. Because if he had given it to a secretary to take care of, it would have been done by lunch time.
You're probably wondering, "Well, Wenchie, if he acknowledged the mishandling and promised to fix it, what's the problem? Why did you quit?"
Oh, my darlings, haven't you figured it out by now? I'm special! I'm not like other people! You can't just lump me in with everyone else!
No, no, the apology wasn't geared towards me, and neither was the raincheck for the switchboard schedule. Although I received the email, I was clearly exempt from it, as I found out when I went to H.B. with the news.
Although none of the other secretaries would be doing switchboard until after The Big Switchboard Meeting of '07, I was still expected to cover every, single morning break. See? SPECIAL!!!
More special than the sauce on a Big Mac! More special than the kids on the short bus! More special than the episode where Blossom gets her period!
S to the P to the E to the C to the I to the A to the L!
Special.
To be continued...
Comments
There's no sauce on a Whopper!
Have I been getting hosed?
Posted by: Matt at January 23, 2007 09:08 PM
If you're more special than Arby's Special Sauce, than you are a force to be reckened with.
Could you start being realy bad at switchboard relief? There's a narcaleptic/anorexic/bullemic/unable to transfer phone calls receptionist at my old job who could give you great tips!
Posted by: Hope at January 24, 2007 12:45 PM