4:10 p.m.||||2004-09-09
Just a quick one, because i am too lax.
I have a long hard road ahead of me. Emotionally sometimes I am a little like my son. I have really ragged, hurt coping skills, and I am failing at the recovery thing.
On the other hand, I am smart, and, especially at my job, I kick ass.
At a meeting yesterday one topic was about our reactions to our reactions. And reactions to other people.
A moment ago a co-worker (a baby man sales person who acts like an aloof debutante pouty-ass kid. Blech, for real) transferred a call to me from a woman who needed to speak to a scientist. The baby bitchiass avoider who knows that the world revolves around him and his pockmarked excused for complaining about fucking everything. The one who never answers pages, unless I do it more than once, and the whines like a fucking kid EVERY time. Like I do it just to fucking interrupt and annoy him. Fuck that. So demanding selfcentered employee number one demands that I page self centered childish whiny employee number two, and I have to stand in the middle knowing that if he calls me back, if, then he'll bitch and moan and tell me why he can't honor the transfer of a call from at least one other employee with much more power than I will ever have. Wanted to slap No 1 and say has he EVER EVER EVER responded to your request to talk to a client when it wasn't his own fucking idea? NO? Then go away and stop bothering me. Page him yourself (Which they totally can!!!!!! But Don't! Because they're either stupid, too afraid, too lazy or all of the above. Without exception the only employees who handle their own paging are women)
So NO 2 calls me and whines "But I'm right in the miiiidddlllle of something....can't you just put her to voicemail?" It's like, if the salesguy requests that you talk to this client and you blow it off, you will and do and continue to and always do look like a shmuck.
Ok, I have a fucking pile to do - which noone would suspect because after all, I am just the receptionist, right?
(All things told, I pretty much love my job, have ultimate respect for what we do here and have opportunities I wouldn't have dreamed of coming into an entry level thing, and my boss kicks ass. But I do need to vent because it's the immature avoidance coupled with snotty attitudes coming from professional scientists making more than I can dream of that PISS ME OFF)
More later. I promise