2.22.2007

Where's tech support when you need it?

At my place of employment, I share an office/room with a colleague. We'll call her Vera. Vera has some interesting habits that make it very difficult to share a space with her.

For example, Vera has a tendency to hoard things. We have a mini-fridge that is filled with unused ketchup, mayo, mustard, and coffee cream packets... You know, "just in case." There are also half-eaten fruit cups from lunch that she takes home with her at the end of the week. The room is so cluttered that I constantly have bruises up the thighs of my legs from bumping into all the furniture that is shoved towards the middle of the room because the perimeter is stacked with boxes and boxes of "stuff."

We also have some OLD computers that are in the room on one of the tables that are NEVER used. Finally, Vera conceded to getting rid of the computers that are never used. A small success! The space that will be vacated by this ancient technology will hopefully make it seem like there is a lot more space in the room than there actually is.

Another co-worker, who we'll call Jackie, has asked to take the computers to her room. God knows what she plans to do with them; not a single one of them actually is fully functional. Some are missing Microsoft Word. On another, you can't access the Internet. The tech department has been less than helpful with these issues, to say the least.

Jackie apparently came to the room to collect the computers yesterday after Vera and I had both left. In the process, she unplugged everything under the tables where the computers were kept. The computers, monitors, surge protectors, router, printer, etc. were disconnected, yet the only item she took at this time is one of the monitors. I don't know why she didn't only unplug the items she is planning on taking, or only the one that she actually took for that matter, but there was nothing but a messy tangle of wires dangling beneath the table when I arrived this morning.

I attempted to print a spreadsheet this morning, at which point I realized the printer was no longer plugged into the outlet. I went over to sort out which cord went to the printer. In the process, I had to move this big basket that had somehow also gotten shoved underneath the computer table. In the process of reconnecting the printer, the basket snagged my nylons and I got a HUGE run in my pantyhose, from mid-calf all the way up to the top of my thigh.

And then, I was pissed right off. And I plan on staying that way all day.

P.S. I took an actual photo of the run in my nylons and tried to e-mail it to myself, but my phone is being a bitch, too, which gives me more justification to be pissed off. And it woulda been just in time for Half-Naked Thursday, too. Jerks.

8 comments:

rosemary said...

I'd probably have to beat the crap outta both of them with a plastic spoon and surge protector. My gawd, soed that woman actually eat the left over fruit cups???? you can only hope she spends the weekends on the throne.

Dave Morris said...

It's humorous to me that the worst part of the whole ordeal was the runner. I just had to chuckle. I know I will pay for that laughter later, but for now, the shit's funny.

Anonymous said...

Sorry about your case of the runs.

Blogarita said...

Too bad those aren't really your stilettos. You could use them to stab the hell out of both Vera and Jackie. Or at least threaten to.

Tug said...

I'll come work with you, they can come to Hooterville with my "boss". K? Clutter makes me crazy... I wonder when I last wore nylons...jeans & t-shirt today. ;-)

Oh, & from your last post - I'm an idiot. I did actually watch the women on AI last night!

Chris Johnson said...

My boss has the messiest office I have ever seen, and the sad part is, we are a cleaning company!

I didn't know people still wore pantyhose!

... said...

I hear your frustration even though I am a hoarder too....at least I am an organized hoarder and I do get the clean sweep bug (have it right now in fact) and am able to get rid of stuff that I am not using or doesn't serve a purpose. The VVA came and picked up 9 boxes of clothes and misc off my porch this morning for me in fact....feels good to get rid of that stuff.

I would dump the stuff in the fridge...just throw it away, don't ask for permission, and I bet it won't even be noticed. What is in all those boxes along one wall? I would be getting rid of those too.

SAY NO TO NYLONS!!!! Just some advice from another girl....

Anonymous said...

That workspace would make me crazy. Clutter like that completely stresses me out. Vera's purse is full of Splenda. And you can tell her I said so.