BFFH 1

BFFH 1

This was my first whack at these, written perhaps 5 or 6 months ago...



B.F.F.H. *Passing the buck, a lost art*


First of all, today I go into work...late, well not really late, but late nonetheless, only to be greeted by the smiling face of my co-worker who has just put in her notice. Ah, admiration and the green-eyed monster of envy. She tells me how the meeting with the manager type went and how she couldn't wait to leave. I hate her! So instead of doing what Nena usually does in this situation (telling her that she is leaving me at ground zero and how many different ways she could shove her laptop into her ass) I decided to play the non-confrontational card. Lo and behold it actually works to my advantage, so I shove the card back into the box for future use. She proceeds to tell me how many perks she has at this new job and how her schedule will be flexible and that she can kiss my... wait, that's not what she said... moving on...

While she is going into horrid detail about her new office the phone rings... bear in mind here, this IS 9:30 in the morning, and I am anything but a morning person... being that as it is I stroll to the phone and say, "Frame shop" (careful to never give my name in case of incident) The voice on the other end ever so timidly says, "Yes, I'd like to see if my framing order is ready." Since I'm feeling particularly helpful today, I say, "Name?" She gives me her name (and spells it, because I'm that stupid) I look and *gasp* it's not finished. I wait a few more minutes hoping the Muzak that is playing in her ear for the past 10 minutes will numb the shock of what I'm about to tell her.

I go into the break room and grab a soda, gab at the older women who work there and then finally make it back to the phone. I pick up the receiver and say, "Ma'am?" she replies with, "Yes?" and I say in my most cynically sympathetic voice, "Seems your order isn't completed as of yet, we are short handed and very high volume, but I would be happy to call you as soon as it is completed." I pause, (job well done) While I'm patting myself on the back she breaks up my self congratulatory parade with "That's not my problem" *Oh! Feisty!* So I tell her I'm going to connect her to the manager and then hang up. Apparently this wasn't sufficient enough for her and she actually calls back. Instead of asking for framing she goes straight for the jugular...she asks for the manager type.

A few moments later, the manager type strolls back into the frame shop with quite a displeased look upon his face. Me being the caring person I am...ignored his presence and finished my soda. He looks at me and asks if I just talked to L**** S*******. I stare at him blankly *A look I have perfected in my years there* and claim complete ignorance. So he goes into detail about what she told him. Instead of letting him ramble for 20 minutes or more, I interrupt him mid-sentence to tell him that I do recall my co-worker mentioned her and that he should talk to her.

Seems this was sufficient enough to allow me time to nap behind my table while he tracked her down. I detest pissy customeres especially when they are complaining about a FRAMING order being a day late. This isn't your car, your child or your kidney...get a handle on yourself.

*All events, people, and napping contained in this entry are completely fictional and are in no way related to or taken from any real events*
(My raise time is coming up soon)