So I just spent over an hour in the most horrible meeting ever. Basically, it was just me sitting there trying to not make eye contact with everybody while my boss and the Lil'est Dictator argued. Yelling was involved, almost exclusively coming from the L.D. It would have gone on for ages had my boss not conceded and ended the meeting. I am relieved to be back here at my desk and ever MORE relieved to know that I have tomorrow off.
All this after a similarly distressing afternoon yesterday when L.D. argued needlessly about whether or not she should have to answer the phone when I'm in the bathroom or at lunch. The argument was long and stupid because she was the only one arguing anything. The short of it is that my boss said we should all be responsible for making sure the phone gets answered and that, contrary to L.D.'s assessment, a client MIGHT NOT call back, even if it IS important because we are there to serve them (duh). The result of all this is that I have to have my phone on maximum volume so that Wenchypoo can hear it in her office with the door closed (even though her office is RIGHT NEXT to my desk and I can hear the damned thing when I'm in the copy room which is as far away from the phone as you can get and still be in the office). Therefore, every time the phone rings, it scares the living poop out of me.
-sigh-
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