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gemsybobsyAAARGH. Bills to pay all over the shop. I love O2's Indian helpdesk. They forgot to put a requested unlimited web browsing bolt-on on my tariff so I needed £15 back. I e-mailed them at 22:22 tonight and got an agreement to give me said dosh back and a full paragraph in explanation, all within 10 minutes. O2 Online = brilliant and recommended. BT, on the other hand, are shite. I got passed between two different departments SIX TIMES (no lie) yesterday, and all I wanted to do was get a website button to work.
So anyway - Kay came in to work tonight and said that we will now have to work from 5pm-8pm instead of 4pm-7pm because the "cleaner upstairs is disrupting everyone." YES FOLKS, that would be yours truly. Me, the one who puts her headphones in and gets on with it, no messing, quiet as a mouse. I don't stomp around, I don't make a racket... well, my hoover does but it's hardly Motorhead, and I even turn it off if someone's on the phone. I may occasionally whistle quietly to myself when I'm in an empty meeting room, or shake my booty when no-one's looking, but that's it. I don't even speak to anyone. Actually I say only two things out loud - "Hi!" to Rachel the accounts lady who is the only one who ever says hello to me and I say, "Can I just get to your bin, please?" to the ignorant IT twuntflap who always watches me coming yet never gets his legs out of the fucking way so I can reach his bin.
Occasionally when I'm in the canteen an IT guy and I will have a riveting conversation about whether it's alright for him to add his mug to the mammoth pile of mugs stacked up waiting to be washed, but that's about it. And they always initiate it. Oh, and sometimes a guy called Alan who knows my mum will ask how I am. Or someone will say, "Ooh, you've got your headphones in, I can tell!" to which I always want to say, "Oh good, your eyes are working then!"
Other than that, no, you won't hear a peep out of me. So obviously the rustling of my binliners is like nails on a chalkboard, or maybe the swish of my duster is distracting them from their booming-voiced phone calls to Belgium. Oh, and also? "We're going to have to bring in another cleaner to do the window sills and stairwells, so there's no excuse for dust to be left anywhere."
o_O So now my dusting skillz aren't leet enough?
Chris is annoyed about the change of hours, and about not getting home till gone eight - quite rightly. She'll miss Eastenders. Then Kay asked what I thought about it, and I just laughed a little bit and said, "Ummm, whatever, really?" Then I mentioned that I was thinking of leaving anyway. I told her I'd make up my mind tonight, then I got on and finished my work (as noisily as I could). Then I went in to do the toilets, and realised I was being told I was shit at cleaning by people who are incapable of cleaning up their own skidmarks. Sorry to be so graphic, but after seeing the state of one of the toilets today? Last straw. I quit!
So anyway - Kay came in to work tonight and said that we will now have to work from 5pm-8pm instead of 4pm-7pm because the "cleaner upstairs is disrupting everyone." YES FOLKS, that would be yours truly. Me, the one who puts her headphones in and gets on with it, no messing, quiet as a mouse. I don't stomp around, I don't make a racket... well, my hoover does but it's hardly Motorhead, and I even turn it off if someone's on the phone. I may occasionally whistle quietly to myself when I'm in an empty meeting room, or shake my booty when no-one's looking, but that's it. I don't even speak to anyone. Actually I say only two things out loud - "Hi!" to Rachel the accounts lady who is the only one who ever says hello to me and I say, "Can I just get to your bin, please?" to the ignorant IT twuntflap who always watches me coming yet never gets his legs out of the fucking way so I can reach his bin.
Occasionally when I'm in the canteen an IT guy and I will have a riveting conversation about whether it's alright for him to add his mug to the mammoth pile of mugs stacked up waiting to be washed, but that's about it. And they always initiate it. Oh, and sometimes a guy called Alan who knows my mum will ask how I am. Or someone will say, "Ooh, you've got your headphones in, I can tell!" to which I always want to say, "Oh good, your eyes are working then!"
Other than that, no, you won't hear a peep out of me. So obviously the rustling of my binliners is like nails on a chalkboard, or maybe the swish of my duster is distracting them from their booming-voiced phone calls to Belgium. Oh, and also? "We're going to have to bring in another cleaner to do the window sills and stairwells, so there's no excuse for dust to be left anywhere."
o_O So now my dusting skillz aren't leet enough?
Chris is annoyed about the change of hours, and about not getting home till gone eight - quite rightly. She'll miss Eastenders. Then Kay asked what I thought about it, and I just laughed a little bit and said, "Ummm, whatever, really?" Then I mentioned that I was thinking of leaving anyway. I told her I'd make up my mind tonight, then I got on and finished my work (as noisily as I could). Then I went in to do the toilets, and realised I was being told I was shit at cleaning by people who are incapable of cleaning up their own skidmarks. Sorry to be so graphic, but after seeing the state of one of the toilets today? Last straw. I quit!
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Date: 2008-07-30 11:09 pm (UTC)Did you actually quit, then? You don't deserve that shit (har har), you really don't.
:(
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Date: 2008-07-30 11:15 pm (UTC)"GEMMA PLEASE USE DUSTERS NOT CLOTHS ON DESKS."
Sorry love, didn't realise it was such an exact science. Soul destroying. It really is.
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Date: 2008-07-31 12:33 pm (UTC)You're much too good for that job.
I really want you to scream at them all FUCK YOU AND YOUR POXY JOB!
... Gemsy you're fired.
YOU CAN'T FIRE ME, BECAUSE I QUIT!
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Date: 2008-07-31 02:01 pm (UTC)Or just like, start singing at the top of my voice and dancing around with my feather duster. :D
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Date: 2008-07-31 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-01 09:40 am (UTC)Toilets at Work
Date: 2008-08-01 09:41 am (UTC)First it makes me heave with the smell, then you go into a cubicle and someone has left their calling card so you heave again, sometimes its it's more than a skid mark and it's sat there winking at you doing doggy paddle.
Makes you wonder about the state of their own bogs. I can't understand how people can have dumps at work anyway, you can't take your reading material with you, and surely they must be embarassed by the terrible whiff they leave behind.
K
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Date: 2008-08-01 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-01 11:22 am (UTC)Re: Toilets at Work
Date: 2008-08-01 11:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-01 10:39 pm (UTC)I don't get it. I work in an office, and we pick up and clean all our own shit. The only thing cleaning staff do in our immediate area is empty bins, and vacuum maybe once a week at most. The rest is all mopping/cleaning in restrooms and hallways. They don't pick up random shit from everywhere, and they shouldn't have to.
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Date: 2008-08-03 11:54 am (UTC)But I think I'd rather be poor to be honest. Idunno. <3