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Mar. 21st, 2006 11:34 pmmy God... my flist exploded overnight! skip=160!!! In ONE night!
Geesh...
Real Life was sucky today at work. I'm... well, not just me... basically everyone in the office is having problems with the DMM (Director of Mall Marketing). I work in the administrative office of a mall, and the company has an unwritten philosophy of "do your own work, you lazy sod, that's what we're paying you for and no, we won't increase head count, we hired you because we thought you could do the job of 3 people".
The DMM is, apparently, very used to a working enviroment where she delegated every single thing to others. Since she's been with us (around 3 months) all we've heard from her is how she's overhelmed with work and can't do it and needs help and wah wah wah whine whine whine.
I'm 24. My first month of work was traumatic. It was overhelming and I was thisclose to resigning. Only two people found out, one who quit herself, and another who's been my steady shoulder. But I fought it through, bent my knees and prayed, and I'm now 10 months in, and though I'm not doing something I love, I'm part of a great group of people, I have THE BEST Boss in the World, and, given PR's tough economic situation, I earn a good salary.
In December, the DMM came and fucked up our lives.
Yesterday and Today's 'incident': to ship big things to PR from the US, we have to pay taxes. Which need to be paid in person at the Treasury Deptarment (i.e. Hell). The DMM ordered (or rather gave me to order) 10 RMU stands (counter like stands for exhibitors) and the taxes need to be paid. I don't do that. That's not my responsibility. Therefore I passed on the info to her.
Big bruhaha whine whine wah wah wah, she tracked down an agent to go for us. Then went to the AMM (Assistant Mall Manager, i.e. 2nd in command since the boss is on a business trip) with the whine whine wah wah wah, and the AMM sends me an email at like 5:15pm (when I'm clearing my desk to go) telling me to take charge of it from there. HUH?!?!
Whatever. That was yesterday.
This morning I come in and start working on something else (the aging), which is critical and must be done or the fires from hell will rain down on me (i.e. an email from the big bosses, saying they got emails from the big wigs, and more fire from hell).
I FORGOT ABOUT THE TAXES THING!!!! Bad Joey!!! Bad!!! Go stand in the corner! ::slips and falls on the sarcasm.... oh... I can sue!::
So around 10am (oh so late!), DMM comes in asking for the invoice for the RMU stands. The ways she phrases it has me going "wha'? huh?", specially since she interrups me in the middle of doing the aging which is a NO-NO! ::reminds herself to print out a 'Do Not Disturb' sign::
She has the secretary of the agent on her cellphone and hands it to me, and alas! I understand! This person is speaking my language. She also asks me for the company's social security #. I'm looking around my office thinking, 'where oh where are those invoices?' and I tell her that the receptionist can get it for her. She leaves my office and I follow shortly because I need the key to the boss' office wherein the invoices lie/lay/laid, and the other receptionist (see me not use names in such a creative manner?) has it. I get it, get in, get them, get out, get copies.
Setting: the copy room. Wherein also the fax machine resides. I'm re-arranging the file (which held the invoices, keep up!), and she's sending the fax (yes, the receptionists got her the SS# in less than a minute! Record setting!) and she says "[AMM] had assigned this to you, I've had to get up from my office to send this fax." but in Spanish, you know.
I screamed. I laughed. My eyes popped out of my head.
Yeah.... I stayed quiet, that was all inside.
I was seething. In a laughing matter. Because it's so laughable I might cry.
So like the good working ant that I am, I went back to my desk and went back to work. Yeah, um, after I pulled my steady shoulder into my office and told her what DMM had said.
Five/Ten minutes later, AMM comes into my office, closes the door and asks me what happened with the invoice and SS#, because DMM had gone to her and said she felt I was showing 'bad faith' towards her.
WHAT THE FUCK?!?! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU GO TO THE 2ND IN COMMAND AND FUCKING TELL HER THIS ABOUT ME, MAKING ME LOOK THAT BAD AND UNPROFESSIONAL!!!
Cool, calm, profesional exterior.... fucking seething in anger interior.
I very calmly explained that it had taken me a while to interpret what DMM meant by invoice. I had thought she meant an invoice for the taxes, which I didn't have, but was actually an invoice for the RMU's, which I got for her asap (less than 5 minutes). As for the SS#, I don't have it in my office or computer or anywhere handy and for me to get it it would had taken me more time than it took her to walk about 20 paces or less and get it from the receptionist.
AMM understood and I cleared the air with her [AMM], whom I consider a friend and is a very cool lady who've I've gotten along supremely with ever since she came here.
Later on, DMM sends an email to tell me to call the agent to coordinate me getting them a check for the amount of the taxes.
::sighs and shakes head::
We don't make out checks! Only Home Office can. We only have the credit card. SHE SHOULD KNOW THIS!
I interrupted my work, to call the agent, inform his secretary of this, wherein I found out they don't take credit cards, but, yes, they do take cash, and yes, I had enough petty cash.
So I email her and AMM, and the Boss (who's away in the States) and inform her and ask permision (hey, it's over $500 in petty, you darn right I need their approval). I get it, I contact the agent, problem solved.
But. I haven't a clue as to what DMM's attitude towards me will be now.
I'm not the only one who's had trouble with her... literally the whole office is annoyed at her, so are the vendors who never get their calls taken or returned.
Everytime she asks for something is "The Boss said," or "AMM said,". She can't take a fucking decision without consulting with the Boss, who's annoying that she can't make a fucking decision by herself.
::sigh::
Does anyone have a rich, single brother/cousin/friend who'd wanna marry a voluptous latina who'll give him beautiful babies???
/rant
Geesh...
Real Life was sucky today at work. I'm... well, not just me... basically everyone in the office is having problems with the DMM (Director of Mall Marketing). I work in the administrative office of a mall, and the company has an unwritten philosophy of "do your own work, you lazy sod, that's what we're paying you for and no, we won't increase head count, we hired you because we thought you could do the job of 3 people".
The DMM is, apparently, very used to a working enviroment where she delegated every single thing to others. Since she's been with us (around 3 months) all we've heard from her is how she's overhelmed with work and can't do it and needs help and wah wah wah whine whine whine.
I'm 24. My first month of work was traumatic. It was overhelming and I was thisclose to resigning. Only two people found out, one who quit herself, and another who's been my steady shoulder. But I fought it through, bent my knees and prayed, and I'm now 10 months in, and though I'm not doing something I love, I'm part of a great group of people, I have THE BEST Boss in the World, and, given PR's tough economic situation, I earn a good salary.
In December, the DMM came and fucked up our lives.
Yesterday and Today's 'incident': to ship big things to PR from the US, we have to pay taxes. Which need to be paid in person at the Treasury Deptarment (i.e. Hell). The DMM ordered (or rather gave me to order) 10 RMU stands (counter like stands for exhibitors) and the taxes need to be paid. I don't do that. That's not my responsibility. Therefore I passed on the info to her.
Big bruhaha whine whine wah wah wah, she tracked down an agent to go for us. Then went to the AMM (Assistant Mall Manager, i.e. 2nd in command since the boss is on a business trip) with the whine whine wah wah wah, and the AMM sends me an email at like 5:15pm (when I'm clearing my desk to go) telling me to take charge of it from there. HUH?!?!
Whatever. That was yesterday.
This morning I come in and start working on something else (the aging), which is critical and must be done or the fires from hell will rain down on me (i.e. an email from the big bosses, saying they got emails from the big wigs, and more fire from hell).
I FORGOT ABOUT THE TAXES THING!!!! Bad Joey!!! Bad!!! Go stand in the corner! ::slips and falls on the sarcasm.... oh... I can sue!::
So around 10am (oh so late!), DMM comes in asking for the invoice for the RMU stands. The ways she phrases it has me going "wha'? huh?", specially since she interrups me in the middle of doing the aging which is a NO-NO! ::reminds herself to print out a 'Do Not Disturb' sign::
She has the secretary of the agent on her cellphone and hands it to me, and alas! I understand! This person is speaking my language. She also asks me for the company's social security #. I'm looking around my office thinking, 'where oh where are those invoices?' and I tell her that the receptionist can get it for her. She leaves my office and I follow shortly because I need the key to the boss' office wherein the invoices lie/lay/laid, and the other receptionist (see me not use names in such a creative manner?) has it. I get it, get in, get them, get out, get copies.
Setting: the copy room. Wherein also the fax machine resides. I'm re-arranging the file (which held the invoices, keep up!), and she's sending the fax (yes, the receptionists got her the SS# in less than a minute! Record setting!) and she says "[AMM] had assigned this to you, I've had to get up from my office to send this fax." but in Spanish, you know.
I screamed. I laughed. My eyes popped out of my head.
Yeah.... I stayed quiet, that was all inside.
I was seething. In a laughing matter. Because it's so laughable I might cry.
So like the good working ant that I am, I went back to my desk and went back to work. Yeah, um, after I pulled my steady shoulder into my office and told her what DMM had said.
Five/Ten minutes later, AMM comes into my office, closes the door and asks me what happened with the invoice and SS#, because DMM had gone to her and said she felt I was showing 'bad faith' towards her.
WHAT THE FUCK?!?! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU GO TO THE 2ND IN COMMAND AND FUCKING TELL HER THIS ABOUT ME, MAKING ME LOOK THAT BAD AND UNPROFESSIONAL!!!
Cool, calm, profesional exterior.... fucking seething in anger interior.
I very calmly explained that it had taken me a while to interpret what DMM meant by invoice. I had thought she meant an invoice for the taxes, which I didn't have, but was actually an invoice for the RMU's, which I got for her asap (less than 5 minutes). As for the SS#, I don't have it in my office or computer or anywhere handy and for me to get it it would had taken me more time than it took her to walk about 20 paces or less and get it from the receptionist.
AMM understood and I cleared the air with her [AMM], whom I consider a friend and is a very cool lady who've I've gotten along supremely with ever since she came here.
Later on, DMM sends an email to tell me to call the agent to coordinate me getting them a check for the amount of the taxes.
::sighs and shakes head::
We don't make out checks! Only Home Office can. We only have the credit card. SHE SHOULD KNOW THIS!
I interrupted my work, to call the agent, inform his secretary of this, wherein I found out they don't take credit cards, but, yes, they do take cash, and yes, I had enough petty cash.
So I email her and AMM, and the Boss (who's away in the States) and inform her and ask permision (hey, it's over $500 in petty, you darn right I need their approval). I get it, I contact the agent, problem solved.
But. I haven't a clue as to what DMM's attitude towards me will be now.
I'm not the only one who's had trouble with her... literally the whole office is annoyed at her, so are the vendors who never get their calls taken or returned.
Everytime she asks for something is "The Boss said," or "AMM said,". She can't take a fucking decision without consulting with the Boss, who's annoying that she can't make a fucking decision by herself.
::sigh::
Does anyone have a rich, single brother/cousin/friend who'd wanna marry a voluptous latina who'll give him beautiful babies???
/rant
