Stringer's Bell

I know most of you have had the one person in your job history that annoys you so much that you literally have to sit on your hands to prevent yourself from choking the life right out of them while they blab on and on and on about answers to questions nobody cares about. (And if you haven't, it's because you are a very sweet person and I can't imagine you not getting along with anyone.) Which brings us to why I have been notably (or not-so-notably) absent from the internets for 4 whole days. The twat is still here. (Random side note: I am cutting my hairs tonight. I have not sat down since Friday morning, or I would have done it earlier.) Not only is she still here, but she's launched a campaign with 3 very serious goals, all of which have an impact on my sanity/work-life/ability to stay out of jail. Here, in a nutshell, are the goals of this campaign:

1. To ask as many inane and mind-numbing questions as possible, while wasting as much time of as many people as one is able to. You want examples? We had a giant breakfast meeting with the corporate VP yesterday morning (Monday). At 3pm Friday, I call the catering department to confirm that there will be food. Long story short, there's no food because it was never ordered. BFD, right? The Twat launches on an email tirade about what a disaster this would have been if nobody had caught this and how bad this looks and how terrible this all is (NOTE: NOONE WOULD HAVE KNOWN IF SHE HAD NOT SAID ANYTHING). And CC's our department head and a bunch of other mucky mucks on the email. When they respond saying "Well, it's a good thing Libby caught it then, huh?", she says "But what would have happened if she didn't catch it? Who would have taken care of it? I'm only filling in, and I don't have the time to learn all of the intricacies of the job!" (Take note of that last part. It's important for the storyline)
2. To muck up as much stuff as possible, causing FUBAR situations and forcing someone else (read: Libby) to have to clean up the mess. So I am typing this from a loaner computer, because my regular desktop I use at work has overheated and needs a new part. (The tech guy says I work too hard, and I blew out the exhaust fan making my computer work so hard. HA!) So I'm a little slow, because I've been setting up all of my profiles, downloading my necessary tools, etc, so I can actually DO MY JOB. She came into my office yesterday morning (being well-apprised of the situation) looking panicked. "We're supposed to have this video meeting tomorrow morning, and there's no technician scheduled to assist!!" she whines. Duh. That's because I went through 4 hours of training a couple of weeks ago so I could set up these meetings myself and not bother with technicians, who are always late and never helpful. So I explain that to her, and she says "Ok, well I'll call and schedule the technician then." So I have to spend a half hour on the phone with the tech guy (when he calls, because he's confused as to why I wouldn't handle this) explaining. *sigh*. Then there was the narrowly-avoided Korea ticket disaster, where I was handling the VP's travel for NEXT WEEK because she said she was too busy, and she returned the tickets to travel when they were delivered because she didn't order them and didn't know what they were for. Which, in turn, caused me to have to drive to the travel department to wait for the courier to retrieve them again. The other one is a really long complicated stupid story that I'll email offline (hotrodlibbyloo AT yahoo DOT com) if you want to hear it because I'm getting tired of typing.
3. To actually interview and possibly take over Pom's old position. Hence the reason I told you to remember the last line of #1. If she interviews for this position and gets it, you can be damned POSITIVE that I will not stay here. I've already expressed this to the HR department, my boss and her possible future boss. I've made it abundantly clear that yes, I am being 12 years old and pouty, but it is increasingly difficult for me to do both my job and her job for the interim, and that she has FUBAR-ed more situations than I care to explain (oh would you like examples Libby's Boss and HR lady? Of course, here are 10 pages of emails sent in the last 2 days that you both have also received on the recent Breakfast Catering Fiasco Narrowly Avoided. Read up.) and I don't want to be put in a long-term position to continue this, when she would be in a "more senior" position and getting paid nearly twice what I do. And I would not get hazard or combat pay.

So I'm looking for another job.

No injuries to report from Sunday's practice, but I did go to the Charity Brawl for the Rat City Rollergirls on Saturday, and when my normal computer comes back from the sick bay, I'll post some pictures and tell some kick ass stories.

thanks for all the nice comments, and Joe, your hat will come soon enough. Quit asking.