Posted in Things that piss me off

You’ll Need Me Before I Need You

I’m sure in most of our working lives we’ve encountered that one particular co-worker who is the ultimate pain in the ass.

You know the one.  They tell constant annoying jokes.  Slurp their coffee to no end.  Complain about everything from the air temperature to how much work they have to do.

Then there is the one who doesn’t know how to do anything.  That’s my co-worker.

It amazes me how this woman has survived in this job for as long as she has.  It’s possible that she’s always relied on someone else to get her through.  I don’t know.  All I do know is that in the six years I’ve known her, I’ve had to show her everything from how to order office supplies to how to print mailing labels.  Simple, everyday tasks that any administrative assistant would know how to do.  This woman practically needs instructions on how to wipe her ass.

And when I’ve created job aids for her to follow in learning a new procedure about something, it’s pointless because she either doesn’t follow the job aid or loses it.  Then I’m stuck trying to train her all over again.  Did I mention she’s been in this position longer than I have?  Yeah, to know her you’d think just the opposite.  And she wonders why everyone comes to me for answers to problems.

One day I counted all the times she asked me questions.  She had asked me ten questions by ten o’clock.  And she doesn’t come in until nine.  That’s another issue I have with this woman.  She seems to think that the regular 7:30 to 4:00 work schedule doesn’t apply to her.  She rolls in around nine o’clock, usually after nine, and leaves at four.  Sometimes on Friday she’ll “sneak out” ten minutes early to get her hair done.  Yet the supervisor lets her get away with it and she gets paid for the entire shift.  Not very fair if you ask me.  And against company policy.  And she seems to think that because she’s been there for twenty-five years she can have any Friday off that she wants.  With only a day’s notice.  Then she bitches if I ask for a Friday off and she can’t have it.  I actually love when she has a day off because I feel like I can actually get some work done without being bombarded with questions.

All I know is that if I up and quit or died tomorrow she’d be up shit’s creek without a paddle.  And she’d deserve it.

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I'm a writer. I'm also a wife and a parent who works too much and lives too little. In addition to writing I also love to read, listen to music, travel, cook, I enjoy looking for bargains at flea markets or thrift stores, Christmas, football and of course writing! How did I come up with the title of my blog? Two things: 1. I live in New England (duh) and 2. Canadian singer Alan Frew once arrogantly told me to "get a New England life"--again--DUH! I already HAVE one!