A co-worker made a huge fuss yesterday about needing to take Friday off because she's decorating some hall for a dance to be held this weekend. It was a HUGE fuss, it was....everyone had to be made aware of it and then she spent major time calling folks to let them know she would be taking off.
This morning, another fuss, among several. This morning we learned her plate is too full of "work things" needing doing Friday and that she cannot take the whole day off but must have at least four (count 'em 4) hours off at the very least but that the first FOUR HOURS must be devoted/dedicated/directed toward her heavy plate of work.
Another fuss has had her buzz-buzz-buzzing about how astounded she was (nay, SHOCKED, SHOCKED I tell you...SHOCKED) to have visited another floor of our agency and discovered a total revamp had been done with people shifted all over the office and doing jobs different from what they had been doing. And, as is the norm with such busy people who talk a lot and walk a lot and don't take but four hours off when they need eight, her entire life is turned upside down because SHE WASN'T INFORMED...and how could they do this...don't they know how desperately her job requires continuity of personnel in other areas? NOBODY CHECKED WITH HER!
This is the kind of person I must deal with/contend with/listen to EIGHT FREAKING HOURS A DAY!
And I'm just on the border of going AUGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH ...out loud.