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Reason #163 why I hate working here...

I am hoping this won't be a trend in my entries. I don't really like complaining, but I feel I should offer a conclusion to the bee saga.

I was trying to ignore the hornet, and I think I was doing a pretty good job of it. At least until there were two of them. And they were soaring around the room.

I went sprinting from my office and told our shipping department.

(Necessary background: Our shipping department takes care of most of the heavy lifting maintenence things around here. It consists of three men, two young, capable guys, and a crazy old creepy fart who has been with the company forever and makes more than double my salary. All he does is tend to the landscaping, hit on the young men in our company, and order monthly birthday cakes. Did I mention he is ornery? And that he makes $80,000 a year? Yes, he is reason #163 I hate working here. For the rest of this entry I will be referring to him as Creepy/Crazy Old Guy or COG.)

So I tell them that my room is infested with hornets. COG doesn't seem to believe me or think that this is urgent, but he tells me he'll take care of it. I go in Mike and Sandy's office at the opposite end of my hallway to wait it out. Eventually I decied they must be done and I move to head back to my office. Within taking two steps down the hallway I can smell the noxious Raid fumes oozing from my office.

This is when I threw a small hissy fit in front of the head of project services and our newest vice president. The head of project directors offered me a different desk for an hour or so, but I said to forget it. I didn't have time to be playing musical desks.

For the next few hours every time someone walks into our office they're like, "Wow how are you breathing in here?!" or "I can't believe you haven't passed out yet!" *grumble*

Eventually I caught sight of Gaz's desk. I had seen that the back of his archaic monitor was covered in Raid, but I soon realized that half of his desk was, too. In fact there was a puddle of it on his keyboard and it was soaked into his wrist gaurd. I call our boss so she can have someone take care of it. One of the shipping guys comes down to start cleaning/replacing things. In the meantime various VIPs come in and survey our office as if it's some sort of FEMA zone.

Cue the entrance of COG. He came with the premise of cleaning up some of his mess, but really I think it was to torment me. Our conversation shouting match went a little something like this:

COG: You're the one who wanted all these bees gone. How do you think we get rid of them?
Me: There should be a better way than emptying half a can of poison into the air. Besides, if our windows would close properly and didn't have cracks in them then there wouldn't be bees inside in the first place.
COG: Clearly you don't read.
Me: *blank stare*
COG: You're obviously not up on your bee reading.
Me: *blank stare*
COG: There is a huge bee problem this year. Bees are everywhere.
Me: Yeah, everywhere outside. They shouldn't be inside.
COG: Bees nest everywhere! There are bees in the ceiling right now! There are bees in this ceiling! Bees nest in ceilings!
Me: Bees nest in the ceilings of shotty office buildings.
COG: *extremely offended glare* Obviously you hate it here. You should just leave.
Me: I think I have a right to come to the office and not have deadly pests swarming around my desk.
COG: Are you allergic? No, then what's it to you?
Me: Other people are allergic. I could be... I haven't been stung in years. People develop allergies.
COG: *picks up bees nest from the window* Oh look a bees nest! And there's a bee in it! *waves it around in front of me* I might get stung and die!
Me: Gaz is allergic. What would have happened if he wasn't on vacation?
COG: People who are allergic shouldn't leave the house. *tosses nest in garbage, grumbling* Oh look, there's dust on Josh's desk! We should get rid of it. Someone could be allergic. I'm allergic to dust I might die.

I wanted to say something about how dust is everywhere and he probably shouldn't leave the house if he was allergic but I thought it best not to provoke him further. He mentioned something else about how if I hate it here that much I should just leave.

Omigod, I wish I could. I cannot WAIT for my interview with HR. *adds all of this to the list of complaints* Alright, I got a meeting and not to mention a pile of work that I didn't get done because of the bee faisco yesterday. Later, skaterz.

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mintmoneymack
Apr. 24th, 2007 06:09 pm (UTC)
oh my god i would've punched that dude in the face how terrible was he!!
wolfsavard
Apr. 24th, 2007 06:13 pm (UTC)
If he was not an 70 year old man who is under the favor of the president of the company, I totally would've.
(Anonymous)
Apr. 25th, 2007 02:17 am (UTC)
COG
Awww, my (Gaz's) burly defender!
(Anonymous)
Apr. 25th, 2007 02:52 am (UTC)
Maybe you should let him know that the only bee problem is the fact that they are disappearing:

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/02/070223-bees.html

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/02/27/business/27bees.html?ex=1330232400&en=3aaa0148837b8977&ei=5088
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