..ed neck hopefully. Now, everybody thinks they work with nutjobs, and everybody has their story of that guy in the office who farts by the water cooler and giggles to himself with glee...
Today's contestant is a 74 year old Jewish woman who should have retired 20 years ago. She's a multi millionaire widow who wouldn't lend an ear to a sobbing child on the street... in fact, she orders office supplies from the office and takes them home, and lives in a tiny one bedroom apartment by herself because the rent was cheaper than her property tax.
Case in point, today I get a very nasaly and very snooty request for rubber bands, now we have rubber bands and I say such, to which I receive a very insulted, "WHERE?" like I just kicked her puppy or something... I say, "Shari, we have rubber bands upstairs in the office supply cabinet" then she demands, "SHOW ME" O. M. G. Like i have nothing better to do today than take a 74 year old woman by the hand and point out the rubber bands in the closet. But, being the good worker bee, I do it anyway. I retrieve the box of rubber bands from the cabinet, and I place them on her desk. "WHAT'S THIS?" she screeches indignantly. "Rubber bands" I say in a defeated tone.
"THESE ARE THE THICK ONES, I NEED THE THIN ONES" she demands. At this point I'm bashing my head against the wall, "Shari, why do you need the thin ones?" "FOR STUFF"... that's it.. that's her answer... she needs them FOR STUFF. Her thick rubber bands won't suffice FOR STUFF and she needs a special box of thin rubber bands just FOR STUFF.
I turned around and walked away. Guess who isn't getting her rubber bands today?
I nominate Shari for Employee I would most like to strangle of the Month.
Your turn.
Today's contestant is a 74 year old Jewish woman who should have retired 20 years ago. She's a multi millionaire widow who wouldn't lend an ear to a sobbing child on the street... in fact, she orders office supplies from the office and takes them home, and lives in a tiny one bedroom apartment by herself because the rent was cheaper than her property tax.
Case in point, today I get a very nasaly and very snooty request for rubber bands, now we have rubber bands and I say such, to which I receive a very insulted, "WHERE?" like I just kicked her puppy or something... I say, "Shari, we have rubber bands upstairs in the office supply cabinet" then she demands, "SHOW ME" O. M. G. Like i have nothing better to do today than take a 74 year old woman by the hand and point out the rubber bands in the closet. But, being the good worker bee, I do it anyway. I retrieve the box of rubber bands from the cabinet, and I place them on her desk. "WHAT'S THIS?" she screeches indignantly. "Rubber bands" I say in a defeated tone.
"THESE ARE THE THICK ONES, I NEED THE THIN ONES" she demands. At this point I'm bashing my head against the wall, "Shari, why do you need the thin ones?" "FOR STUFF"... that's it.. that's her answer... she needs them FOR STUFF. Her thick rubber bands won't suffice FOR STUFF and she needs a special box of thin rubber bands just FOR STUFF.
I turned around and walked away. Guess who isn't getting her rubber bands today?
I nominate Shari for Employee I would most like to strangle of the Month.
Your turn.
.....so far. I'm sure the Honeymoon phase will wear off soon tho. 
