the most bizarre day
so they finally decide to officially tell us cubefarm bosslady is leaving. see, they announced it to the departments to where she'll be going on friday, but not ours... we just heard from our coworkers. today was the day. vp auntie mame pulls the managers into cubefarm bosslady's office, and starts this verbal masturbation of c.b.'s successes over the last four years and her abilities and aren't they thrilled in joining her in congratulating c.b. on her move to oversee these four departments in the depths of hell. 'and she will miss you terribly, she told me it's bittersweet. didn't you say just that when you found out?' 'yeah.'
and that was that. no speech from c.b., she said nothing other than 'yeah.' as she looked out the window in boredom, counting the minutes she could put our heinous department behind her. then the scandal came out. 'so who will be running the department?' 'big bossman will be the director of this department exclusively.' the scandal: big bossman was the group director of several departments. c.b.'s boss is now our new boss. he's been demoted.
you could have cut the tension with a knife today at work.
but it gets weirder.
they closed the haagen daaz on the corner of my street after a tenure that went on for at least the ten years i've been in new york. yeah, it's cleanliness was questionable, it was only open monday to friday between 12 noon and six p.m., was clearly a front for something, bla bla bla, typical new york crapola. well, one day it just *poof* and closed. i wiped a tear and hoped they'd plop a clothing store or new laundromat (ahem) in there. nope. coming soon: [yet another chain establishment.] great. GREAT. just what the village needs, yet ANOTHER franchise. i vow to never set foot in there, ignore the free samples (peddle your goods elsewhere!), and just be one of those crazy village folks who won't shop in chain stores.
well, walking along my street today to the subway after dinner with mancat, i see a coworker in front of the place, and we talk. 'so, what are you doing here? you are an uptown girl! songs are written about you.' 'can you keep a secret?' 'you've put in your notice!' 'i own this place!' 'you what?' 'i own this place!' 'how do you have time for this and for work?' 'i don't! so don't say anything!'
and that was that. no speech from c.b., she said nothing other than 'yeah.' as she looked out the window in boredom, counting the minutes she could put our heinous department behind her. then the scandal came out. 'so who will be running the department?' 'big bossman will be the director of this department exclusively.' the scandal: big bossman was the group director of several departments. c.b.'s boss is now our new boss. he's been demoted.
you could have cut the tension with a knife today at work.
but it gets weirder.
they closed the haagen daaz on the corner of my street after a tenure that went on for at least the ten years i've been in new york. yeah, it's cleanliness was questionable, it was only open monday to friday between 12 noon and six p.m., was clearly a front for something, bla bla bla, typical new york crapola. well, one day it just *poof* and closed. i wiped a tear and hoped they'd plop a clothing store or new laundromat (ahem) in there. nope. coming soon: [yet another chain establishment.] great. GREAT. just what the village needs, yet ANOTHER franchise. i vow to never set foot in there, ignore the free samples (peddle your goods elsewhere!), and just be one of those crazy village folks who won't shop in chain stores.
well, walking along my street today to the subway after dinner with mancat, i see a coworker in front of the place, and we talk. 'so, what are you doing here? you are an uptown girl! songs are written about you.' 'can you keep a secret?' 'you've put in your notice!' 'i own this place!' 'you what?' 'i own this place!' 'how do you have time for this and for work?' 'i don't! so don't say anything!'
posted by tom at 1:15 AM
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