Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Seriously?

Ok, I am trying to resolve this feeling of remorse I have. It’s not about me, it never was. I just happened to be the person in the line of fire. The straw that broke the camel’s back so to speak.

When I was promoted, I apparently inherited some time from one of our Service Support staff. Nice lady — a little goofy — but, all in all, nice. She is supposed to set up for the tours we do of our facility. One tour, once per month. It’s never more than making coffee, getting danish, putting out soda, etc. Seriously, it’s not that hard. I’m loving life, for once, I don’t have to do this stuff. A perk of the promotion.

Well, last week she comes to see me. She plops herself in the chair and proceeds to sigh and say that she’s “giving up the tours.” She has spoken to her immediate supervisor (one of the VP’s) and he says OK. WHAT? Seriously? Amongst the sighs is the explanation — I’m physically exhausted. I can’t lift anything. I can’t even stand to walk. I have a very over bearing mother…..at this point, I stopped listening. I told her that I needed someone to do the set up for Friday and we could figure something out for the next one.

I take this tidbit of information and proceed to email my old supervisor who is the head of HR. She, in turn, without speaking with me (which I asked her to) goes to the VP and asks him what’s going on. So, I get an email back from him that she’s going to trade a task with another Admin person. Seriously?

So, I get an email today from Ms. Sigher who asks about the juice situation. I tell her that I don’t know but that I would check and bring it down to her office. She says okay. So, after lunch I do. When she sees me, she lets out this huge sigh and TELLS me to take it downstairs. Um…..really? I say that the room where it needs to go is being used. She sighs again and points to a spot on the floor and says, “Put it there.”

I leave, stop at an office down the hall and I hear her let out a yelp. I don’t go to see what’s going on. A couple of minutes later, I get a phone call from one of the other Directors…she tells me that I pushed Ms. Sigher over the edge. Seriously?

Now, here’s the issue. I am normally patient. I can handle a lot of things. It takes a lot to get me frustrated and a lot for me to even show that I’m pissed. Well, I guess I really couldn’t handle all of the sighing and drama and looked like I was pissed. I felt bad. I feel bad. But, seriously, if you’re that bad off….GO HOME…..TAKE SOME SICK TIME….FOR GOD’S SAKE, STOP SIGHING! (I think that’s what set ME over the edge.)

This isn’t about me. This is about her. I just happened to be the one in the line of fire. I’ll get over it but, in the meantime, who’s going to set up for the tour on Friday, dammit?