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Christy the Spy

Christine Eclavea Mercer — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 00:55:00 +0000

Christy’s been calling me with updates about my soon to be workspace.

Tuesday AM: OMG, you have a cube! You have a cube with your name on it! And a mailbox. And something is in the mailbox. I think I know what it is!

Tuesday PM: There is a monitor over there.

Wednesday AM: Oh, oh, oh, there is activity in the cube!

Wednesday PM: There is a docking station; you get a laptop! I told your new neighbor about you.

Hail Christy, referrer of jobs.

Oops, threatened a coworker

Christine Eclavea Mercer — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 01:52:00 +0000

My exuberant, 20-something coworker, T, got carried away today and started throwing things over the cubicle wall at idiot 20-something coworker who can’t stop talking about Chuck Norris.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Without thinking I said, “T, if he hits me in the head with something, I am gonna kick your ass.”

The whole room erupted in laughter. T and an older, female coworker, J (not the one who quarrels with boss), were laughing so hard that they were turning colors.

I apologized for swearing at T. They thought this was even funnier. J told T that she is not only certain that I am prepared to kick his ass. She is sure that I can do it.

Later T came back to his desk, next to mine and when he saw me started laughing again. Very seriously but smiling, he said, actually, he thinks I’m a very nice person… And he also thinks I can kick his ass.

Ettiquette in the workplace

Christine Eclavea Mercer — Thu, 07 Jun 2007 17:56:00 +0000

Even though I haven’t worked with men for two and a half years, or anyone really, and don’t have any Post books nearby to reference, I’m certain that coworkers are not to greet each other with, “Hey baby!”

Power, as illustrated by a stapler

Christine Eclavea Mercer — Thu, 31 May 2007 14:25:00 +0000

The accounting department in which I work would like an electric stapler. Being an accounting department that has grown from a staff of one, to a staff of four, and has not yet transitioned to a paperless system, we use a lot of staples.

Yesterday, I hear the person who orders the supplies say very loudly to another employee, “I am NOT going to order a $20 stapler!”

As though this expense will come out of her personal budget.

Office politics. Ugh.

It’s like Friday, psyche

Christine Eclavea Mercer — Thu, 24 May 2007 17:31:00 +0000

My office, always an interesting place, is operating like a Friday. People are relaxed, dressing at the lower limit of the dress code, and chatting up a storm. Disorganization reigns. I would like to be working on a project. But obviously, I’m not. I’ve not been assigned anything. It’s a hurry up and wait day. Bah!

Tomorrow is going to be painful.