So every year for the last four years, we here have worked on a very popular tax guide. The last three years a wonderful young woman named Alyssa worked here and took care of it. Before she left this company, she left very explicit instructions on how to do this book, and a few of the other big name jobs that we do....
Do you think the morons around here can handle it? They're literally sitting in The Grand Scheduler's Office, scratching their heads, calling Alyssa repeatedly and e-mailing her, wondering why she won't call them back... (Psst! Maybe it's because she hasn't worked here in over seven months!!!!)
I hate morons....
Of course, let's also keep in mind that the tax guide has been in house for three weeks now... And in those three weeks, you all can see the results of moments of boredom here at work when they had nothing for my department to do... And now--get this, no joke--they want my whole department (about 5 people in total) to give up their Saturday (yes, two days from now, when we all already have plans and things to do and places to go) to come in and edit it....because they, in three weeks, couldn't get it ready for my department... in three weeks (That's fifteen working days for those of you arithmetically challenged...)
I wish I were fucking kidding.
I'm glad they think we live to work. It's good to feel needed, isn't it?
In another blast of stupidity from the state that gave us Dancing Monkey Bush, is a news article stating how police are now arresting people in bars for being drunk. Imagine that... drunk people... in a bar.... I can see the logic behind the thought, but what's next? The return of Prohibition, for one. That's the only logical conclusion to this trainwreck of thought and practice....
Of course, maybe if less people had to work morons, less of us would be drunk in bars... Food for thought...
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