Friday, March 7, 2014

#3: Open letter to that awful guy at my work

Hey, you...yeah you, the one with the inflated ego and huge sense of entitlement: 

Guess what. I didn't plan on becoming a receptionist/administrative assistant right out of college. Not that being a receptionist is a bad job to have, it just wasn't a part of my plan. 

Yes, believe it or not, I do have a Bachelor's degree. And I didn't barely scrape by either, I'm actually pretty smart. The only reason why I didn't end up as a pharmacist or lawyer or something is that I can't deal with people's insides and there's already a pretty saturated market for lawyers. Plus everyone always says you should do something you enjoy, so that's what I got a degree in. Turns out it's really difficult to find a job in my field, or any field really. That's what happens when they have a big push for EVERYONE to go to college. Turns out a college degree becomes the new high school degree. 

But enough about me. 

You know the cliche "it's not me, it's you"'s definitely you. Today you acted like I wasn't smart enough to make a copy, then put a letter in an envelope and mail it. Other than the times when I'm doing billing work or dictation, that's a good chunk of my job. And while I am mostly overqualified for my job, even if I was as dumb as a post, I still think I could handle the task. The only way I wouldn't be able to handle such a "difficult" task would be if I was an actual you get from the lumber aisle at Lowe's. 

This wasn't the first time you've acted like I'm dumber than dirt, sadly. You act like the simplest of tasks eludes my grasp. Like I'm some sort of gum-popping twit that sits around a twirls my hair all day. Yeah, kinda like her. 

She's probably not doing what she planned on doing in life either. She is probably a classically trained actress who ended up doing stupid stock photos for spare cash. It happens to the best of us. 

I don't know what your perception of women is, but it's not okay to treat a woman like a piece of furniture anymore like it was in the 50s and 60s. It wasn't okay then either, but it was more generally accepted. Just watch an episode of Mad Men and you'll see all the things NOT to do. Just because I have boobs and could pop out a baby does not make me less of a person than you are, and it's time that you realized it. 

Most of the other people in the building realize that I can handle my job and they entrust me with their credit card numbers and all sorts of confidential paperwork.  I'm helping one guy with his tax sorting and another next week with W-2s for his company. I'm pretty awesome at legal work even though I never trained as a paralegal. I stay busy, and I know what I'm doing.

Next, you know all those times when you get pissed that your mail isn't sorted and delivered the exact minute it gets delivered to the building? Let me rephrase that...when your ONE piece of mail you get about once every two weeks has to sit in a mail tote for ten minutes before it gets delivered to your office? Guess what? Every other single person in the building realizes that we stay pretty busy and we'll get it to them ASAP, and they have actual important mail they're waiting on. I stay busy. I don't just sit around all day doing nothing until you come give me a task. 

This is NOT what I do all day. 
Oh how I wish my days looked like the picture above. Most of the time though, it's more like the one below...

Now THAT'S more like it.
When you do bring me a task, how about you don't bring a rush job five minutes before lunchtime? That means our lunch hours get pushed back, and then that pushes back everything else for the rest of the day, including mail sorting/delivery. You're just shooting yourself in the foot there. 

If you're so particular about the speediness of your mail, how about you go down to the post office and stare at them while they're sorting? I'm sure there's some sort of federal regulation against that and then they can just arrest you and I won't have to deal with it any more. Hovering over me while I'm sorting makes me really nervous and actually makes me go slower. The company has talked to you about this numerous times and has sent you all sorts of memos warning you against your behavior but you still don't have the common decency to wait MAX 20 minutes. Today when my manager asked you to sit in the lobby while you waited, you had the audacity to say that you had to "supervise us so we would actually get work done." No. Not okay. 

My very favorite part was when I handed you your one piece of mail. It went a little something like this: 

Me: "Just one piece of mail for you today, sir."

You: "Oh really, that's it? I was hoping for more."

Me: "Nope, just one today."

You: *feigned attempt at a joking tone* "Are you sure you aren't hiding any more from me somewhere?"  

ARE YOU SERIOUS?! At this point I was shaking I was so mad and on the verge of tears. 

And sure, now that I'm reading through all this, it doesn't sound so bad. But you do shit like this ALL THE TIME. Today it took me 20 minutes to stop shaking and calm down enough not to cry. And then when I got home, I made up for all that crying I held in. 

You sir are an asshole and a bully. Your daily abusive behavior is not okay. 

I really like all the other people I work for and some of them are so kind on a daily basis that it makes you seem even more out there by comparison. I love the other people I work with, but you're enough to make me want to quit my job. 

I just can't take it anymore. 


1 comment:

  1. I really would like to kick this guy in his left "brain"!
    Mama D