I work in a small office environment, and our manager is a very hard person to please. He has his Favorites, then the next down are the Liked, and the rest of us are merely Drones, apparently there to do the Liked and the Favorites’ jobs for them. Whenever Mary or John Favorite, or Sue or Linda Liked, go to Mr. Boss and tell him they have too much work to do, then Mr. Boss calls in Bob or Sally or Jane Drone to give them a hand.
The idiot office manager at the bizzarro law firm I used to work at was REALLY dumb. She’d started out there as the receptionist and had gotten her promotion because of an affair she was currently having with the managing partner. Whatever the current receptionist said was considered law. Now, at the time (mid 90’s) at every other law firm I’d worked at, we’d billed clients for long distance calls. It was a simple system, you wrote down the number you called and the time and date and what client you made the call on behalf of. When the phone bill came, receptionists all over the city simply went through the bill, found each charge and added it to the slip on each long distance call and that was sent to the billing department and it went on the bill (this was a few years back before computer systems evolved that tracked phone calls like this).
Customer: “Hi, my manager’s computer isn’t working, and she asked me to call you.”
Tech Support: “Ok, what’s happening? Is there an error message?”
Customer: “Oh, I don’t know. She just said it wasn’t working. Can you fix it?”
This psycho woman that works in the same area is about to drive me insane. We frequently have suppliers and the upper-echelon of our company in the same area, or within earshot, so I do not understand how she gets away with her crap.