Bossman informed me that I'm getting into work too late in the morning.
Considering I don't care about my job anymore and I'm not a morning person, I consider coming into work before noon a major achievement.
So now I have to be in earlier.
Bleh.
Comments on “I'm in the doghouse at work”
Comments are closed.
If it makes you feel better, I'm in the doghouse, too.
Apparently, I was too snotty when asking a child if I could help them with anything, and it made them cry. So I'm not to talk to children anymore, because Boss will be amused and then have trouble comforting them.
(http://livejournal.com/users/pretentiousgit)
*chuckle* Were you using the gremlin voices again?
(http://livejournal.com/users/talisker)
No, actually. The kid was staring at me, so I said “May I help you?” and she cried.
I have spite for children.
(http://livejournal.com/users/pretentiousgit)
good jorb :)
(http://livejournal.com/users/talisker)
I'm actually somewhat proud of the accomplishment. I also made some child think she was a bit insane last week. It's a bit involved, but goes something like this:
Bev: *jumps on a rock and pretends she's gollum*
Alex & Child: Watch.
The Next Day:
Child: Bev jumped on a rock and pretended to be Gollum!
Alex: Bev? Nahhh. Bev wouldn't do that!
Child: But…..?
(http://livejournal.com/users/pretentiousgit)
LOL! Making the next generation doubt itself, one poor soul at a time :D
(http://livejournal.com/users/talisker)