Apparently The Gerbil thinks she high and mighty.
Just now a call came in for her, I picked it up thinking it was another person's phone ringing who was at lunch. She was talking to The Man so I told the caller that she was busy at the moment and asked if he'd like to leave a voice message. He asked when she'd be available for a quick second to talk, I replied "Probably in about 10 minutes" and suggested he leave a voice mail because she'd call him back.
He was fine with that, but just as I was about to transfer another secretary walks up and is like "I'm going to transfer a call to you" and The Man began to walk off. So I try to quickly transfer this guy to her before Snide transfers another call. I missdial the number - crud! I try a redial before Snide got back to her desk, but she must have been waddling quickly today.
I transfer back to the caller, and as I do this I realize she is just telling another secretary who had called from a sandwich place what she wanted for lunch. Okay, so that won't last long. I tell the guy that another phone call came in just as I was about to transfer, but it wouldn't last long. He laughed and said that was okay, he'd hold.
As soon as the lunch order was over I transfered the guy ... well The Man hadn't completely walked away, he went back to chitchat something that sounded pretty meaningless at the moment. So she IGNORED her ringing phone! I tried to pick it up again, but someone else caught it, and then transfered it back to her ... again she IGNORED her ringing phone!
Okay, we are taught that we have to be here at certain hours, blah blah blah because the people we serve are important at all times and they come first and to always pick up the freakin phones!
So I piped up "The guy who is calling really wants to talk to you"
She replied "Oh we-ell" as the call stopped ringing and The Man walked away. I began to blog this and she walks past me, then back by me and smiles and says "The Man doesn't like when you answer phones when he's talking to you, he thinks it's ru-ude" ...
HUH?! So a conversation about how many beds in a Holiday Inn room is more important than our clients??? Isn't The Man the guy who enforces the "We MUST have phone coverage" rule? Oh, that's right, The Man is an exception to the rule.
I've had him by my desk before with him yakking about whatever to me, my phone has rang ... and guess what? I answered the damn thing. Because that is what I am supposed to do, and if he is the head boss, the freakin MAN then he shouldn't be offended by that because I'm following HIS and the companies policy.
I'm pulling the Bullshit card on this one. I think he just likes her big boobies. Maybe she should dip them in birthday cake.
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I have to go with she was bullshitting me, just the tone in her voice, then the apologetic "Oh, I couldn't because he thinks it's rude" line. I forgot to mention too that she then added that it was "Probably just the mortgage guy"
Working here is almost as if I've been thrown into a Sociology study. Fortunately this blog has been one hell of an outlet, otherwise I'd of lost it. I began to loose it about 1 1/2 years ago. It was horrible, I actually had LOVED my job here, it was the first time in years I'd woken up and didn't say to myself "UGH, morning already ... ugh WORK" and I felt good like that for 2 1/2 years - amazing for me, a girl who'd move on from a job after 6-9 months max. What made me begin to dislike my job? The Gerbil moved in on my territory ... Hmm, I think I'll post a blog about that ...