Party Pooper Me

It’s FRIDAY…  Despite being at work with RUDE people, it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

 

 

Yesterday, I was asked by another co-worker to create a flyer for someone who is leaving the department.  I send out emails that people say are “creative” and “cute”, so when an email or flyer needs to be made, I’m usually the person they ask.  I mean, I think it’s more like:  “I don’t want to deal with it..  Let’s go ask Julie.”  I obliged, and made a flyer.  I knew it wasn’t going to be “easy” from the get go because the person who asked for the flyer to be made is a very picky person.  Picky, picky, picky…

 

 After four, yes—four alternations of the finished flyer I was done.  The Picky Person didn’t give me the correct name of the restaurant, or address.  I was notified later by a few co-workers that the restaurant I had written on the original flyer was no longer in business, and no one knew the address of the correct one.  So after that flyer was made, I had to send another flyer with the new restaurant, and its address.  Then I get an email from another co-worker who informed me that the person’s last name on the flyer was incorrect—she went back to her former married name.  Now how in the hell was I supposed to know this?  The last time I heard she proclaimed herself back to her maiden name during her very office public divorce with the husband…NOW she is back to the husband’s name?  Oh, and then after printing out the new flyer for the 3rd fricken time, I get a call from Picky Person asking me to put the address on the flyer…  Okay, no problem.  Name change, and address.  I thought it was over.

 

I go get my work at my pick up, and I notice ANOTHER flyer taped next to the one I spent way too much time on.  It has all my information, but instead of my graphics they put her picture in it.  Whoopee doo!  WHY or WHY couldn’t they have asked this person to do the fricken flyer instead of me?  Next time Ms. Picky Person asks for a flyer to be made, I’ll tell her to go ask someone else.  Flyer Maker is not included in my list of work duties.

 

You know, if I actually LIKED the person who the party was going to be thrown for, I might have a better attitude.  I’m actually HAPPY this woman is leaving.  She is one of the most rude, and inconsiderate people I EVER had to work with.  As far as I can tell she has  already "left" mentally from her post here, months ago.  I’m just happy her “party” is not going to be thrown during business hours at the office where I would be expected to “help” Ms. Picky set up party decor for this woman.  It will be at a restaurant after work with cocktails.  I WILL NOT be in attendance.  If I did, I would bring my digital camera and do some serious possible blackmail photos.  Probation officers engaging in activities involving liquor--interesting material.