Ro said, last night, that he had come the closest ever to losing his temper at work yesterday. He, like my other son Al, gets angry about twice a year, so I was curious.
Apparently, some middle-management little tin god called him in because his printer wasn’t working. Ro found that the problem was that he needed toner. “I’ll speak to H” he offered, “get her to order you some.” “No, that’s all right, I’ll tell A to get it, I’ll enjoy that,” said the ltg. He rang her up at once, on speakerphone, and laid the law down at length, telling her that it was her job to see to that sort of thing, man of his importance should not have to wait, da-de-da – laying the law down because he could, you know.
Ro can’t bear this sort of thing. “It was the worst thing I’ve listened to since I was mending a computer in an office where they were making racist jokes” he said. “That time, I blanked them out and got on with the job. I was just the IT bloke, they didn’t even notice I was there.”
“I went to commiserate with A and apologise that I’d had to hear it. She said he is always an arsehole, don’t worry, she blanks it out too.”
Fortunately, Ro’s immediate boss, in his department of two, is a good bloke and they get on well, and it’s a good company to work for.
El is even happier in her job. She is going on a work trip soon, that is so cool that I am beside myself with envy. “What is it, a team-building exercise?” I asked. This is her return email:-
“I know – it’s TOO BLOODY BRILLIANT!!
They’ve promised it’s not going to be ‘team building’ as such – just a hoopla cos the office has had a brilliant 2006. But I do love them all the more for it ;-)”
I am jealous. I want to go too. I can’t even tell you what it is, can I. Damn.