It's The End Of The World!!

Ohmigod. It's 8am and the breakfast for the Executive meeting is 15minutes late.

It is the end of the world.

Now that I'm in charge of ordering all food for the meetings, the blame falls right at me. So instead of calling Kathy and having her freak out, I decide to take charge of the situation, and hope I can fix it, quietly. I was hoping that if no one knew there was an issue, no one would freak out.

I call the catering company and locate the problem. They never sent me a confirmation email for my order, therefore....it was never officially ordered. This was probably why Kathy was nagging me to call the company the other day to make sure everything was all set for today. Whoops. Well, if she didn't give me all her work to do, maybe I would have remembered to do that. Maybe. I sort of remember definitely just deciding not to call...

I hang up after after speaking with the caterer who told me she would scramble around like a crazy lady to get me food asap. I should have food within 20minutes. Seriously? that's awesome!

Feeling pretty awesome about the whole situation and how I handled it, quickly ended when the phone calls and emails starting coming through. The end of world was happening. How could I expect the all mighty executives to STARVE? I mean really now, these are executives after all!

"Where is it? Why is it late?"
"You did order it, right??"
"Where's Kathy, why isn't she in yet?"
"Do we need to go next door to Panera and get food?"

The VP of HR even decided to email my boss directly, asking what the issue was with breakfast. She of course, forwarded his message to me with a big "?" as her email message. Thanks Don, I *realllllly* appreciate that!

Mind you, the meeting starts at 8:30am. The food is just asked to arrive early so that we have plenty of time to set up. Kathy comes in and is majorly freaking out. I get chewed out about how I didn't call for confirmation, and this is why we do that, because we can't have this happening to our executives.

Seriously?? I have no sympathy for these people. They can wait 30minutes for food. If this meeting was for all us "regular people", no one would have freaked out. What makes them so much more important?!

The food arrives before 9am and was rushed upstairs. Thank goodness. Our poor little hungry executives probably all passed out from hunger.

Later, around 11 when I went to clear out the breakfast food to prepare for their lunch, I noticed there were bagels and muffins left over. Guess they weren't so hungry after all.

Jerks.

Trail Mix

All week I've been waking up thinking its a different day. Wednesday I thought it was Thursday - which is a huge bummer that it wasn't since my girls and I do a weekly wine night on Thursdays. Today I woke up thinking it was Friday... so I knew today would be one of those days where everything would just be a little off.

As you may remember, I now assist Kathy with her job. And by assist, I mean I do her job. So in the mornings, I check into each conference room just to see if anything was left behind from the previous day's meeting. Some days I find left over drinks, trash, markers... so today when I walked in one of the smaller rooms imagine my surprise when I saw some yummy treats. Little containers of yogurt covered raisins and trail mix. Why thank you, I think I will treat myself!

Now, I know some people out there may be all freaked out to eat this sort of stuff, since people's hands have been in these containers, but.. not this girl. I'm gross like that. And what's the worst thing that could happen? I get sick and have to be sent home early? Sounds like a WIN to me!

So happy as a clam, I steal the goods and hoard them in my desk drawer. I mean, it IS only 7:45am, I don't want to eat them quite yet. After eating my breakfast, hunger starts to strike around 11am. I remember that I have some treats and open my drawer. Since there was only a couple raisins, I ate those quickly and moved onto the trail mix. I open the top to the container, and being the spaz that I am, completely drop ad spill the trail mix over the floor.


I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I was SO looking forward to this!

I crouch down and start picking up pieces of nuts (haha, nuts), chocolate chips, raisins and dried fruit. While holding a handful I suddenly start thinking.. "Hmm, do you think it's still good?" YES, I CONTEMPLATED EATING FOOD OFF THE FLOOR BECAUSE I AM A PIG! I have no self control when it comes to food. I tried to talk myself into believing that it's disgusting because not only have my clean gorgeous shoes been tromping around here, but everyone else's shoes who has covered the phones have also been here. And I know for a fact that there's been dirt and snow on these floors, so why am I even considering eating this?!? And seriously, look at that picture - the floor is D-I-R-R-R-T-Y.

Being a good girl, I threw the handful in the trash. Pat yourself on the back, Ruby. You're not eating food that's been on the lobby floor. You should treat yourself to something yummy. That's when I picked up a chocolate chip off the floor and ate it.

I disgust myself.

GUEST BLOGGER!

So I asked and you responded. You all seem interested in some of my friend's crazy stories, so here's one from one of my favorite people. She emailed me this email, which made me ask you my poll question because I was dying to share this. Enjoy!

So the lovely Tom sometimes calls me at work when he's out on audits to check in and see what i'm up to. Today at about 3:30 he called and we chatted for about 15 minutes before i let him go to finish some work. His phone call ran into my 'afternoon break' so i just took my break at my desk to chat for a couple minutes. Then, my ENTIRE DEPARTMENT got this email just now:

"Just a reminder, personal telephone calls should take place on your morning/afternoon break or at lunch time. If a personal telephone call is required during working hours, please keep it as brief as possible. With the desk areas so close together, telephone conversations are being heard by others around you. If the area is quiet at the time of your call, your conversation is being carried over to surrounding departments.

Because of the open set up to the work place, conversations both business and personal can be heard by others. Please keep your voices down when possible to respect those around you.

Thank you,

Tammy"

Now, it's totally reasonable for them to not want me on the phone when i'm working, i'm not disputing that. But whenever anyone does something wrong, they never tell you. They never talk to you or email you about it. They email everyone in the department, because they don't have the balls to tell you that you did something wrong. They don't even email you personally because they're that scared of any form of confrontation. Instead we all get a generic email as if i don't know this is because i was JUST on the phone. This is why i can't take my bosses seriously.

Not to mention, since this email showed up an hour after i got a personal phone call, it's pretty passive aggressive. Grow some balls. If you don't like what i'm doing maybe i'll stop doing it if you mention it to me. Otherwise, i'm going to delete your silly emails just like the rest of the department.


As much as I don't want my friends to have sucky jobs and/or bosses, it does help to know I'm not the only one. And I mean that in the nicest way, JM. Thanks for being my first guest blogger!!! loooooooooooooooooooove you :)