Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board
Voicelessness and Emotional Survival => Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board => Topic started by: dandylife on June 30, 2007, 12:11:19 AM
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I used to work for a Fire Dept. as a secretary and one day, one of the fire marshal's came in (totally separate dept - they have their own building and their own secretary's) he comes in my office and pokes his head in and says "I'm running late for my meeting. Call my office and let them know that I can't be there until 4."
I said, "Call your own office."
Or the lady who (I now run an online store) tried to order something from the store and kept pushing the wrong buttons and wrote me a scathing email "How dare you ruin my day with all the time it took me to try and order from your store!"
Or the judge who sued the dry cleaner for millions of dollars for losing a pair of his pants!
Anyone?
Dandylife
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Hee hee dandylife, very amusing topic.
The law firm was moving from a prestigious address to an even more prestigious address. Moving day finally came and went and then the Partner wondered 'where is my umbrella? The special one I ordered in London? It must still be in my closet in the old building.' He couldn't stop thinking about it. He couldn't stop talking about it. He called the Office Administrator. He pestered his secretary endlessly. He called the managers, HR and Facilities to talk about his special, unique, incredibly expensive missing umbrella which must be, had to be, still in the closet in the old building. Soon workers would come and the new Tenant would take over and this precious treasure would be lost forever!
But there was a problem on top of this problem. The Partner could not possibly go to the old building and get the umbrella himself. No. Impossible. Why? Because it's impossible, that's why. Never mind that he is spending his whole day, his whole week, all his hours billable or otherwise, obsessing upon the umbrella. A trip up 5 blocks to the old building on his own two feet to put an end to his torment and his time wasting - is an outrageous suggestion.
Finally, the Office Administrator, a personnel manager and a couple of people from facilities went to the old building to look over the space for lost objects in general. That was the story, but of course it was all about the umbrella or any of the Partner's special personal paper clips and post-its (whatever!). But there was no umbrella there.
It was in his closet at home the whole time.
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ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!
Dear God, they love to disrupt the lives of the 'little people' don't they?
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I used to work for a Fire Dept. as a secretary and one day, one of the fire marshal's came in (totally separate dept - they have their own building and their own secretary's) he comes in my office and pokes his head in and says "I'm running late for my meeting. Call my office and let them know that I can't be there until 4."
I said, "Call your own office."
Or the lady who (I now run an online store) tried to order something from the store and kept pushing the wrong buttons and wrote me a scathing email "How dare you ruin my day with all the time it took me to try and order from your store!"
Or the judge who sued the dry cleaner for millions of dollars for losing a pair of his pants!
Anyone?
Dandylife
And that silly judge, who is suing the dry cleaner, is in my geographic area. It has gotten to the point that every time the newscasters, on TV, have to mention this judge and his missing pants, they can't stop snickering. It has become ABSURD!
Bones
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Oh bones, the bit where he burst into tears over those missing [except they found them and then he wouldn't take them, or any one of three reasonable settlements, either] pants was almost too much to believe. Even for DC, which I think must be N Central.
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my law firm story is also from DC :lol: