Scenes from my office
Apr. 13th, 2006 12:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenBoss, yesterday: Tomorrow afternoon, after I'm gone, can you do X, Y, and Z?
Me, yesterday: No problem!
Boss, today: Why haven't you done X, Y, and Z yet?
Me, today: Because... you're... still... here?
In related news, I've discovered there are certain things that simply render me speechless. Idiots who don't know what they're talking about re: abused woman? No problem! But racism, apparently, breaks my brain. Or at least flat-out racism that doesn't even have any logic in and of itself.
Like if somebody said to me "I don't see the point of affirmative action." that could be a conversation. There could be some debate there. However if someone says, as someone in New Orleans once did, "Hey let's go see the monkeys watching the pee-rade." I am so staggered that I literally don't have words. A strong desire to hit, certainly, but beyond that I suspect there actually aren't any words that someone could say. We're looking at someone who's brain is so utterly deficient that they not only felt their comment was non-offensive, but funny. Clearly there's an IQ barrier happening that a pithy phrase is not going to cut through.
This relates to my job in that my idiot boss has an idiot friend who tries my patience on the best of occasions, but yesterday just floored me.
Idiot friend - well lemme put it this way. Those of you watching Amazing Race right now? You know that pair of guys who are constantly doing schtick? Picture them as one guy and even less funny. That's idiot boss's idiot friend. Every single time he calls or visits he's got to do some routine that's annoying, tiresome, and a PITA for me to deal with because it goes on forever.
Yesterday's schtick? Racist! For extra fun! He was dropping off a package and for no reason whatsoever started talking in an accent I will generously call an attempt to do Apu from the Simpsons. Because... he was dropping off a package. So he was a messenger. And messengers... are apparently ultra-faux Indian where he comes from but here's where I don't even get the insane troll logic because if you were going to do this gag wouldn't you be trying to do a 7-11 clerk? Not that that would be less offensive but at least there's an internal reasoning. Doing a drunk person, Irish accent. Doing a 7-11 clerk, Middle Eastern. Messenger... I dunno. Puck from Real World a thousand years ago? Is there even a stereotypical messenger?
But whatever. It was jackassy and stupid either way and thank GOD we didn't have any patients in the waiting room at the time. (Though if we had I probably would've said something since him doing that in front of patients would have crossed yet another line.) But he's the boss's friend and it was just. so. DUMB. that I ended up sitting there and staring at him stone-faced until he finally wound down (his demeanor in no way suggesting he realized a lack of me laughing with him, but that's par for the course with him and his "jokes") and gave me the package to give to the doc.
And then left, which improved my day a thousandfold.
In other news I'm still feeling sick. Lunch is gonna be interesting. Cereal anyone?
Me, yesterday: No problem!
Boss, today: Why haven't you done X, Y, and Z yet?
Me, today: Because... you're... still... here?
In related news, I've discovered there are certain things that simply render me speechless. Idiots who don't know what they're talking about re: abused woman? No problem! But racism, apparently, breaks my brain. Or at least flat-out racism that doesn't even have any logic in and of itself.
Like if somebody said to me "I don't see the point of affirmative action." that could be a conversation. There could be some debate there. However if someone says, as someone in New Orleans once did, "Hey let's go see the monkeys watching the pee-rade." I am so staggered that I literally don't have words. A strong desire to hit, certainly, but beyond that I suspect there actually aren't any words that someone could say. We're looking at someone who's brain is so utterly deficient that they not only felt their comment was non-offensive, but funny. Clearly there's an IQ barrier happening that a pithy phrase is not going to cut through.
This relates to my job in that my idiot boss has an idiot friend who tries my patience on the best of occasions, but yesterday just floored me.
Idiot friend - well lemme put it this way. Those of you watching Amazing Race right now? You know that pair of guys who are constantly doing schtick? Picture them as one guy and even less funny. That's idiot boss's idiot friend. Every single time he calls or visits he's got to do some routine that's annoying, tiresome, and a PITA for me to deal with because it goes on forever.
Yesterday's schtick? Racist! For extra fun! He was dropping off a package and for no reason whatsoever started talking in an accent I will generously call an attempt to do Apu from the Simpsons. Because... he was dropping off a package. So he was a messenger. And messengers... are apparently ultra-faux Indian where he comes from but here's where I don't even get the insane troll logic because if you were going to do this gag wouldn't you be trying to do a 7-11 clerk? Not that that would be less offensive but at least there's an internal reasoning. Doing a drunk person, Irish accent. Doing a 7-11 clerk, Middle Eastern. Messenger... I dunno. Puck from Real World a thousand years ago? Is there even a stereotypical messenger?
But whatever. It was jackassy and stupid either way and thank GOD we didn't have any patients in the waiting room at the time. (Though if we had I probably would've said something since him doing that in front of patients would have crossed yet another line.) But he's the boss's friend and it was just. so. DUMB. that I ended up sitting there and staring at him stone-faced until he finally wound down (his demeanor in no way suggesting he realized a lack of me laughing with him, but that's par for the course with him and his "jokes") and gave me the package to give to the doc.
And then left, which improved my day a thousandfold.
In other news I'm still feeling sick. Lunch is gonna be interesting. Cereal anyone?
