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superbadgirlLast night, just as I got home, the emergency pager went off. It was Mr. Bigbossman, reminding me to please water the plants and letting me know 3 hoses (2 of the leaking kind and 1 with a sprinkler head) had been purchased, all placed around the Q building. But that it was really the most important for the new plants at the L building to get watered.
Fine. Whatever. So I went out and sweated my arse off lugging the hose with the sprinkler down to the L building and then brought it back up again when I was done. I was dirty and pissed off by the time it was all done, because seriously, why the fuck wouldn't they have put the sprinkler down by the "most important" plants?
Today, I came home to a message on the machine from the interim manager:
C: Hey, SBG, this is so-and-so. Mr. Stringfellow wanted me to call you and let you know that he's concerned about the plants in front of the L building. He's asked you MULTIPLE times to go water them so we don't lose them and you have yet to do so...blah blah and more bullshit.
Me, leaving a message back (paraphrased): Contrary to Mr. Bigbossman's belief, I HAVE watered the new L plants. The first night he called to give me this glorious task, it was already almost dark by the time I got the message and I was not about to go lurking around the building after dark. And last night, after his SECOND, unnecessary reminder call, when it was fucking 95F out, I dragged the heavy and cumbersome hose all the way down there and back up again to water the precious, precious plants. If they are so important, Mr. Bigbossman might consider putting portable sprinklers down there, because it's incredibly stupid for me to have to lug the hose up and down, sweating all the time...only to be accused of not watering the FUCKING STUPID PLANTS. And he should fix the fucking stupid automatic sprinklers.
SERIOUSLY. I know I'm probably more pissed off than I should be about this. Not only does this guy frequently imply that I do nothing at all, going as far as asking tenants if they ever see me working, but now he's just flat out calling me a lazy slacker who doesn't do anything despite his requests. FUCK him. Now I WANT his fucking stupid plants to die.
Key words, in case anyone who read that missed them: fuck, stupid, seriously and fucking.
Fine. Whatever. So I went out and sweated my arse off lugging the hose with the sprinkler down to the L building and then brought it back up again when I was done. I was dirty and pissed off by the time it was all done, because seriously, why the fuck wouldn't they have put the sprinkler down by the "most important" plants?
Today, I came home to a message on the machine from the interim manager:
C: Hey, SBG, this is so-and-so. Mr. Stringfellow wanted me to call you and let you know that he's concerned about the plants in front of the L building. He's asked you MULTIPLE times to go water them so we don't lose them and you have yet to do so...blah blah and more bullshit.
Me, leaving a message back (paraphrased): Contrary to Mr. Bigbossman's belief, I HAVE watered the new L plants. The first night he called to give me this glorious task, it was already almost dark by the time I got the message and I was not about to go lurking around the building after dark. And last night, after his SECOND, unnecessary reminder call, when it was fucking 95F out, I dragged the heavy and cumbersome hose all the way down there and back up again to water the precious, precious plants. If they are so important, Mr. Bigbossman might consider putting portable sprinklers down there, because it's incredibly stupid for me to have to lug the hose up and down, sweating all the time...only to be accused of not watering the FUCKING STUPID PLANTS. And he should fix the fucking stupid automatic sprinklers.
SERIOUSLY. I know I'm probably more pissed off than I should be about this. Not only does this guy frequently imply that I do nothing at all, going as far as asking tenants if they ever see me working, but now he's just flat out calling me a lazy slacker who doesn't do anything despite his requests. FUCK him. Now I WANT his fucking stupid plants to die.
Key words, in case anyone who read that missed them: fuck, stupid, seriously and fucking.
