It's been months since last time Sally and Russell whinged
to each other about their bosses. Tonight they met up for dinner again, (see vol. 58
) and tonight it's Sally who is late for the appointment.
Sally: I'm sorry, Russ!
Russell: No worries. I've just rocked up as well. It's the office, right?
Sally: Yeah. Actually it's just something small. Well, my boss asked me to print out an annual statistic report before I left. So before I began to clear up the mess on my desk, I clicked to print it out, and then about 5 minutes later, I went to fetch the report. But it wasn't there. So I asked the colleagues sitting next to the printer, and they said they only saw one of our salespersons came to get his paper. So I got back to my seat to try again, and then a phone came in. Then while I was on the phone, I heard a manager was giving the salesperson a spray. He was caught red-handed deleting jobs of the printer to get his paper.
Russell: That's pathetic.
Sally: Yeah. So I had to print out the report again. And then when I took it to my boss, he was already waiting impatiently with his number one patronising body language.
Russell: I thought he was having number two again.
Sally: Well, I was lucky this time. But anyway, he was still as rud as much I could handle. When I got in his office and began to talk to him, he put his hands behind his head, stretched out his whole body, and yawned with eyes averting to the ceiling. And then he placed one of the elbows on the desk, placed his face on the pawn, and said "shape up or ship out, Sally. You're 10 minutes late". So, then I said sorry and left.
Russell: Have you thought about looking for another job?
Sally: In this economic crisis? That's gonna put my life on the line. So, forget about it.
Russell: Yeah, fair enough. So, we just have to watch your back.
Sally: Yeah, we all have to.
Russell: Since last month, in this economic crisis though, my boss has injected some young blood to the company for adding weight to the competition. So, the boss has asked the senior staff to teach those new guys. Then there was one time, the new guy sitting in the next cubicle to me made a mistake on the report, and my boss told him off. But this guy backstabbed me by telling my boss that's how I told him to do the report! So, after that, I just refuse to teach him anything.
Sally: Woo! That's smart!
Russell: And I don't know if he always makes his coffee way too hot to drink or what. Every morning, after every slurp of coffee, he has to make the "ahhh" sound. Every time, really; every time! And because he is still getting familiar with the job, he also works while having lunch. But the problem is he is probably the nosiest eater on this planet. The noise of munching, crunching and gulping down food comes directly through me. And what's even worse is whenever he's got problems to ask me, he slides into my cubicle on his chair, and directly creeps on my desk without saying "hello" or "excuse me", and then begins to speak with mouthful of food, and sometimes spits on my face!
Sally: That's disgusting! So, it's not enough just to cover your back!
Sally: No worries, mate! Tonight, I'll buy you a full-covered helmet to protect you from food attacking and annoying munching noise!