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Monday, July 10, 2006

She wears Wal*Mart, too

So the Devil Wears Wal*Mart apparently...

Here's what the evil bitch did this morning. I go to her to mention something about a project that was dumped on me. In the course of my statement I said "Carol said they are requesting a conference call about something similar..."

She stops me right there, "I need you to coordinate that call."

"Huh? I'm not involved in Policy."

"I don't have time to take care of this. You need to coordinate the call."

"But I don't know anything about the call. Who's asking for it? Who's invited?"

"Call Carol back and find out."

So, as pissed off as I was, I just figured I'd leave her office before I got violent. When did I become her secretary??? Then, I email Carol and ask her if she has any details about the meeting. Upon which, she forwards an email that all of the HR Directors sent to Patty on Friday, which she neglected to mention. This email explained everything that was requested and even had some times on it.

She could have just said "I will forward you the email." But NOOOOO the wretched witch wanted to make me jump through hoops.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that you can't schedule anything with this cow. If you look on her calendar and see that a time is free...you schedule something..she waits a week, then accepts tentatively, then the morning of says, "this conflicts with another meeting. I will be late." Then she doesn't show up at all and says, "I need you to reschedule this at a time in which I'm available."

I went to my direct supervisor and said "I'm apparently now her assistant." The asshole just laughed. He doesn't care as long as the focus is off of him.

This really gives me flashbacks.


At 7/11/2006 11:37 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

You're giving ME flashbacks, too


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