Thursday, April 12, 2012

Divas

The people (mostly men) in the division in which I work used to "live" on the 12th floor.  The 12th floor had a stealing problem:  people's food would disappear from the refrigerator.  Then the department was split and everyone was moved around.  Our division was moved to the 11th floor; everyone else on the floor had been there forever.  But now the 11th floor had a stealing problem, and the 12th floor problem disappeared.  The conclusion, then, is that the thief was part of our division. 

Just in the past few months, our division was split, and half of us moved away from the 11th floor to the 10th floor.  Oh. My. Goodness.  You would not believe what a bunch of whiners these guys have been!  "How come the printer gets a window and I don't?"  "I have a closet at home that's larger than this cubical."  "How am I supposed to store things?"  We even had one of them completely empty some cupboards of another division's stuff so he could store his binders.  ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?

This sets me on fire.  I get so mad I'd just like to paddle them all and send them to bed without dinner!  "Until you can figure this out, you can plan to stay here, you little brats!"

I took the day off from work yesterday.  I got back today to find an auditor working at a table in our storage room.  That makes sense since there are no empty cubes on our floor (and there's another bully/brat on an adjoining floor who won't share "his" space with another department).  Well, I hadn't been here 5 minutes before I started hearing all the muttering about how the table by the printer was gone and there was nowhere to work.  Puh-lease!  Are you telling me you can't take your copies to your desk and collate them there?  Or that you don't have access to 400 other staplers on the floor?

GRRRR....!  I just want to shake them all and tell them to GROW UP AND GET OVER IT!  It might be a good thing I wasn't here yesterday, because SOMEONE would have gotten an earful.  On the other hand, maybe that is EXACTLY what should have happened.  Sheesh!