More on office life....
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The ladies in this office are very strange. I'm not cut out for a secretarial pool - I wish I could just find an office somewhere. Maybe after the expansion (hah).
So first, there was the incident last Friday when I had to stand up for the vampires (don't ask - it was funny, but weird). Then there's the phone issue. I work for Quality and Safety, but my desk/cube is in the Department of Medicine, because that's where there's space available. In the Department of Medicine, they pick up each other's phones, but they're not actually supposed to pick up mine. But they can't tell whose phone is ringing, so if it rings more than a couple times...they pick it up. Now, in the evening, this means I have to forward to phone mail (because they come in earlier than I do next morning). But during the day, there are times when I don't want to pick up - particularly if it's Susan's line and I know she's expecting a call - or if it's someone I know (like Margaret, our department's AA - it's very confusing), who wouldn't be calling Susan's direct line unless she wanted to bypass me. If I let her go into phonemail (or hope Susan will pick up), then more often than not, someone over here picks up. Narg. Even when I do send *my* extension to phone mail, I can't forward *Susan's* - and that rings at my desk.
Ah, office politics. Ahem. Open space is a premium, I know. Office, office, office.
Here's the fun one: they are also planning their holiday thing. I was invited to the holiday thing (which was very nice of them - it's dinner and a "recycled gift swap") and also invited to participate in their "cookie swap." I replied that this year probably wasn't a good year for baking, because, as
etakyma will tell you, our kitchen is really not conducive to cooking - baking especially. But I mentioned that next year, if they don't mind kugel, I'd make some for swapping. Helen (Medicine's sort of senior AA - you know every office/department has one) told me that she didn't think kugel would be appropriate, because it's a pudding, and not a cookie. "The Cookie Swap is only for cookies," I was told. But then she added that if I wanted to bake a big kugel and bring it for the meal, she was sure everyone would love that.
How inside the box. Does anyone else here see the irony in that one?
Anyway. It's going to take a while to tap into the hive-mind, I can tell.
So first, there was the incident last Friday when I had to stand up for the vampires (don't ask - it was funny, but weird). Then there's the phone issue. I work for Quality and Safety, but my desk/cube is in the Department of Medicine, because that's where there's space available. In the Department of Medicine, they pick up each other's phones, but they're not actually supposed to pick up mine. But they can't tell whose phone is ringing, so if it rings more than a couple times...they pick it up. Now, in the evening, this means I have to forward to phone mail (because they come in earlier than I do next morning). But during the day, there are times when I don't want to pick up - particularly if it's Susan's line and I know she's expecting a call - or if it's someone I know (like Margaret, our department's AA - it's very confusing), who wouldn't be calling Susan's direct line unless she wanted to bypass me. If I let her go into phonemail (or hope Susan will pick up), then more often than not, someone over here picks up. Narg. Even when I do send *my* extension to phone mail, I can't forward *Susan's* - and that rings at my desk.
Ah, office politics. Ahem. Open space is a premium, I know. Office, office, office.
Here's the fun one: they are also planning their holiday thing. I was invited to the holiday thing (which was very nice of them - it's dinner and a "recycled gift swap") and also invited to participate in their "cookie swap." I replied that this year probably wasn't a good year for baking, because, as
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How inside the box. Does anyone else here see the irony in that one?
Anyway. It's going to take a while to tap into the hive-mind, I can tell.