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*silent scream*
Dec. 4th, 2006 08:43 ami've been at work for 35 minutes. it's monday. bosswitch's secretary came up to me to inform me that bullroarer doesn't like how the cases have been flagged. (we put little post-it flags on certain pages in each file so the attorneys can quickly flip to the important sections.) i've been volunteering my time last week to help out the receptionist and case-preparing peons because they were behind and i was caught up. i was being NICE. i didn't do anything different than they did, but somehow, upon closing the file, the flags got all crunched under.
these are the same people who have chastised me for not writing dark enough. or hole punching a page so it hangs sliiiiiightly more crooked than the rest in the file. or folding a letter so that the fold falls under the greeting line and not through it. seriously. these people have nothing fucking better to do than be anal about dumb shit.
for the first time, i almost got up and walked out.
8:35. on a monday morning. "we don't like how the flags get crunched when you close the file."
fuck.
you.
these are the same people who have chastised me for not writing dark enough. or hole punching a page so it hangs sliiiiiightly more crooked than the rest in the file. or folding a letter so that the fold falls under the greeting line and not through it. seriously. these people have nothing fucking better to do than be anal about dumb shit.
for the first time, i almost got up and walked out.
8:35. on a monday morning. "we don't like how the flags get crunched when you close the file."
fuck.
you.
