I work in an office block which is home to many different companies. It's not unusual to talk to traders, beauty product people, fashion designers and so on.
My slave driving company has taken up two floors of the building and my office is situated on the ground floor.
This leaves MissusBossWoman, BoyIdiot and MissusAccountsLady (a.k.a Marge) all working on the floor above - à l'étage - as we say.
Why do i say all of this ?
Well, let's say that it's rare for me to venture upstairs unless i really need to : i'm self sufficient, have training rooms all around me and get enough entertainement from trainees and trainers alike
My lack of physical presence upstairs gives the three others the impression that i'm a recluse, a bit aloof or just some kind of plain old unsociable monster.
The reality is that invariably, when i do go up, i spend more time than i need to answering dumbass questions, discovering covered-up planning mistakes and clearing my message board of useless stuff *e-mail ? anyone heard of e-mail in this place ?*
All of that and watching BoyIdiot's buffoonery really get's my goat
This afternoon, in a fit of unusual sociability i thought i'd have a wander up stairs
As i arrived on the floor something really hit me: the atmosphere
Or rather the lack of it...
At the welcome desk, instead of music there was deathly silence. The office doors were all hermetically shut tight. People were tip-toeing around and, more worryingly, BoyIdiot was nowhere to be seen gambling around ...
I asked the planning chick (the pregnant one is off with allday morning sickness) what was going on.
Apparently, i've missed out on a very strange five days.
People have been walking on eggshells around MissusBossWoman : she's been having mood swings.
One day she gets hysterical, the next day she looks like death warmed up and the next she seems to be 'normal'.
I've already said in the past that i was convinced that she's been prescribed medication and that we're witnessing the side effects ...
Now i'm not alone with the same thoughts
My slave driving company has taken up two floors of the building and my office is situated on the ground floor.
This leaves MissusBossWoman, BoyIdiot and MissusAccountsLady (a.k.a Marge) all working on the floor above - à l'étage - as we say.
Why do i say all of this ?
Well, let's say that it's rare for me to venture upstairs unless i really need to : i'm self sufficient, have training rooms all around me and get enough entertainement from trainees and trainers alike
My lack of physical presence upstairs gives the three others the impression that i'm a recluse, a bit aloof or just some kind of plain old unsociable monster.
The reality is that invariably, when i do go up, i spend more time than i need to answering dumbass questions, discovering covered-up planning mistakes and clearing my message board of useless stuff *e-mail ? anyone heard of e-mail in this place ?*
All of that and watching BoyIdiot's buffoonery really get's my goat
This afternoon, in a fit of unusual sociability i thought i'd have a wander up stairs
As i arrived on the floor something really hit me: the atmosphere
Or rather the lack of it...
At the welcome desk, instead of music there was deathly silence. The office doors were all hermetically shut tight. People were tip-toeing around and, more worryingly, BoyIdiot was nowhere to be seen gambling around ...
I asked the planning chick (the pregnant one is off with allday morning sickness) what was going on.
Apparently, i've missed out on a very strange five days.
People have been walking on eggshells around MissusBossWoman : she's been having mood swings.
One day she gets hysterical, the next day she looks like death warmed up and the next she seems to be 'normal'.
I've already said in the past that i was convinced that she's been prescribed medication and that we're witnessing the side effects ...
Now i'm not alone with the same thoughts
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