I'm a what?!

It started off as any normal Tuesday after a long weekend would. I was dragging my feet to get to work. Upon arrival, it looked like it would be a somewhat easy day. The phones were busy, but not crazy, and the callers seemed to be fine.

Then, crazy lady called.

She was applying for a job, and what sucks for her, is that all of those calls go to a voice mail box that someone in HR supposedly checks. I can't even be sure if they do, seeing I get so many angry job seekers calling me back multiple times during the day.

I sent this lady over to HR three time, back to back, within ten minutes. And it was then, that when she decided to freak out at me.

"What do you mean there's no live person for me to talk to??"
Me: "I'm sorry ma'am (i say ma'am hoping it annoys them), all employment questions go to the job hot line"
"What kind of company is this?? I can't believe I can't speak to a LIVE PERSON"
Me: "I'm sorry, ma'am, but that's the only line for Human Resources"
"Oh right, that's the ONLY line. Riiight. Whatever, you fucking idiot."

Click!

Unfortunately, I was not the one to hang up first. Crazy bitch beat me to it. But seriously, why is it that I'm the one that gets subjected to people harassing me and insulting me day after day? Why can't I just send these people to a live person for them to deal with?

Who knows what will happen with that lady, and with my luck, we'll probably hire her at one of our stores.

Happy Tuesday everyone! The only thing getting me through today is that it's a short week. I mean, what else could possibly happen? ;)

...knock on wood people. I 'm serious. I don't think I can survive anymore harassment this week!

Slushies!

Today our "event team" at work decided to surprise the office by hosting a "Slushie Day". They had the rented the cart, the umbrella, everything. Who's excited? Uhh... everyone, including this girl. In fact, I went back for seconds. Whatever, it's mostly water right? And really, who needs to look cute in a bikini when you can eat slushies at work??

Anyways, as part of my lovely job, the leader of the "team" emailed me a lil blurb to send out to the entire office, letting them know about the surprise. For some unknown reason, people in my office hate hate hate!!! sending an email to the entire office (aka #office). I can understand the fear of sending a personal email to the entire office by mistake, but... sending an email out saying, "oh heyyy we got slush for you worker bees" really isn't that hard to do. Or embarrassing.

Anywho, it was sent to me, so I forwarded the email along. Minutes after sending, my buddy Henry sent me an email back, and I just had to share:

From: Reception
Sent: Thursday, May 26, 2011 12:21 PM
To: #Office
Subject: SURPRISE!

SURPRISE!!!!

Join us for a pre-memorial day/summer kick-off celebration happening now outside the main door of the 200 building!

We have slush in 4 delicious flavors; Watermelon, Blue Vanilla, Lemon, and Pina colada will be available for you to enjoy from 12:30-1:30pm.

On behalf of the Event Team we hope that you have a wonderful holiday weekend!

Thank you,

Reception

From: Henry
Sent: Thursday, May 26, 2011 12:22 PM
To: Reception
Subject: RE: SURPRISE!

This is not Ruby… Ruby is not this enthused EVER! Lol

Sent: Thursday, May 26, 2011 12:21PM
To: Henry
Subject: SURPIRSE!

From: Reception

Copy and paste, my friend. Copy and paste.



I found it amusing that someone called me out for sounding too happy in an email. And that they knew because of that, they knew it wasn't me! ha!

Now please excuse me as I get back to my slush, because yes, I took one to go. Seriously, how can you not love slush?!

A whole year?!

Hey Everyone!

Happy Anniversary to us! It's been a year since I started blogging, and I still can't believe that I have 20 followers. If I know you in person, or if you're just a follower, I can't thank you enough.

I never knew I would enjoy it so much, and it really does make working a job I don't like a lot easier. All the stories I tell are true, and it's almost a game now at work to find the most interesting story to share with all of you.

I was once told I'm a negative person, and I really believe this blog has become an outlet for me to vent my frustrating without complaining to all my friends and family. Well, I still complain, but I swear I'm getting better. ;) And you all seem to like it, I like seeing how many hits my page goes up a day.

So here's to a lot more blog entries ~ If I can't get a new job, I might as well be able to laugh (and share) all the ridiculous people I encounter!

The Shoplifter

Best call of the day:

Caller: Hi, I need to speak to someone in Human Resources
Me: Ok, and what exactly is the call regarding?
Caller: I applied to job...A YEAR AGO. I haven't heard back from you guys and I wanted to talk to someone about it.
Me: Um.... ok? Well let me transfer...
Caller: I went in for interviews, they called my references and then nothing.
Me: Ok, well...
Caller: I had a shoplifting "thing" that happened in... (wait for it....wait for it...) 1985. Do you think that could be a reason I didn't get hired?
Me: um, well I don't know, let me transfer you to a recruiter...

1. WHYYYY would you still call a company a year after you first originally applied? I go 2 weeks without hearing back and assume it's a no.
2. A what what?! a shoplifting THING? Now what the heck does that mean? Did you get arrested? Were you in jail?
3. Why would you just give up that information to a receptionist?!

Lindsay (get it, cause she's a shoplifter??) called me back later to tell me that she got a voice mail and demanded to speak with a LIVEEE PERSONNN YA'LL.

Sorry Winona, just leave a message. I'm sure we'll call ya back in a year.

Haha, the sign below apparently is telling the truth. It will haunt you for the rest of your life. Don't shoplift blovers, 26 years later you might not get a job.

The Contest

Yesterday the milk was delivered. It happened to be delivered when the entire office, minus Bill and I, was at the company staff meeting. Because of this, the milk man came to the lobby to leave it with me. A quick call later, and Bill is at my desk to retrieve the milk.

Then, the silly boy dared me to a contest. A chocolate milk chugging contest.

Now, it wasn't a gallon of milk, or anything insane like that, just
the tiny cartons they used to have your school cafeterias.
In fact, see exhibit A.









Exhibit A:

I'm not even sure why these mini milks were delivered, Bill mentioned that a case of them just started showing up with our order. Whatevs, works for me!

Any who, as some of you may know, I LOVE milk. I love milk so much that I buy a gallon of milk a week just for myself (hush - that's impressive!). I drink it every night with dinner. Depending on the condition of milk at work, I'll drink at lunch. I love milk.

So, needless to say when presented with this opportunity, I knew I would nail it. I mean, c'mon, look at that tiny carton, it's like 3 gulps! Intrigued my confidence, Bill counted to 3 and we pounded that milk while standing in the lobby.

Now, I'm not one to brag (often) but I schooled him. I slammed my milk container down and practically busted out a victory dance. He immediately started spouting off excuses about how its hard to drink a lot of milk at once, how he could crush me in a beer drinking contest and how he pretty much let me win.

I know, what a sore loser.

Of course he would win if it was drinking beer, he's a HUGE guy, and I'm tiny girl. (Although, I do have to admit, I would be interesting in seeing how that competition turned out...). While Bill sulked, I sat down in my chair all proud of myself. I greeted the next visitor, and even did it with a smile.

It was then I realized I had a nice big spot of chocolate milk on shirt. Apparently in my winning state of mind, when I ever so gently placed my milk back down on the desk, some must of have splashed up on me. Either that, or I completely missed my mouth while drinking...

Maybe I thought I was out partying pounding beer and forgot I was at work, pounding milk. I rocked the rest of the day with that shirt. Stain or no stain, I still won and that's really all that matters.

Don't mess with my sticky notes!

It's Monday, it's busy and all I want is to be anywhere but at work. I knew my morning would be rough when Brandi, the new afternoon receptionist left me a note asking if I could check over the work she did for me on Friday. Turns out she did it completely wrong and everything was out of order. After spending an hour to straighten out her mess, I got a lovely encounter.

While being surrounded by stacks of paperwork and starting to feel overwhelmed, I call Mary to let her know her visitors are here. Then the phone rings. While chanting my monotone "thank you for calling..." I get cut off and I immediately break out in a smile. It's Ashley, one of my co-workers that recently moved to Cali and now works remotely for the company. She was calling because she was coming to the office for a training. Hooray!

She was one of the reasons work was bearable. She filled in for me when we needed help during the summer months when I had vacations and then got hired full time in a different department. We quickly became friends, and it turned out we went to the same college, knew the same people... it was an easy friendship. Then she moved, and I was back to eating lunch alone. So needless to say, I was beyond excited to chat with her, even if it was more of a work related call.

While chatting, and giving her information of the cab company we use to and from the airport, Mary was standing to my left. I knew she was there, and since I was wrapping up taking down information on a sticky note from Ashley for calling her a cab for when she would get into town, I thought Mary would wait 5 seconds.

Nope!

The lady reaches over, takes my sticky notes, rips off the one I was writing on and scribbles me a note. A what what?!

It was then when I ask Ashley to hold for a minute so I could turn and STARE at Mary and say "Excuse me?!"

"I don't know, you buzz me in?" (Mary LOVES to start her sentences with "I don't know")

Between picking up my jaw off my desk and buzzing her in, I look down and see the note I began to crumple up. It actually had nothing to do with buzzing her in, so she's lucky I read it.
Unfortunately for her, and her guest, I don't have any authority about parking, and if she was really concerned, I would have told her to talk to the office manager. But since she decided to be rude to me, I was rude back and didn't inform Jim about his parked car.

Oops.

Hope it's still there after their meeting >:)