My Morning

My blackberry quit me :’(      <~~(that’s me crying…use your imagination OK).  

He just decided he would continue going up/down side to side, but that’s it.  He wouldn’t allow me to select any options…soooo selfish!

The minute I thought about taking it to the Support Center possibly for a replacement, ALL OF A SUDDEN Mr. BB decided he wanted to act right – mmmm hmmmm jussst like a knee grow.  Actually, this was a good thing.  It gave me just enough time to delete some of the *ahem* risqué *ahem* pictures I’d taken while joking around with the ex (innocent smile :D).  Not long after…I couldn’t select anything again.

I go to the support center before work.  After explaining the problem, I’m told, “Well normally I would just clean the trackball and you’d be fine, but there’s nothing I can do for a trackball that loses its ability to select options.”

HUH?  I’m looking at him like…soooooo what exactly are you saying?  I don’t like what I THINK he’s saying at all! 

We debate back and forth. I threaten to take my business elsewhere.  His expression tells me he makes minimum wage and could really care less where I take my business, so I change tactics.

I utter the magic prase…I’m not really sure where I heard it before, but apparently when you ask for a “courtesy exchange” magical things happen and voila! You get a new phone (remember that Team Blackberry!)  I didn’t even have to flash the “girls” this time. Awesome…it was a good morning!

That’s what I was thinking until I got to my desk and realized folks were LOOKING for me like I was a runaway field slave.  There’s a big meeting with very important people and the meeting organizer decided to wait until the morning of the meeting to send MULTIPLE presentations to the company's print center. 

They told her, they couldn’t handle the request in the time she needed.  So what does she do…she emails me, leaves a note on my desk and leaves me a voicemail TELLING me what she needed done.  Mind you, I don't even know this woman.

Hmmmph! I ignore everything…if you want my help, you can ask nicely or you can kick rocks until I feel like helping you…if at all.  So then this BIATCH, emails my MANAGER to ask “is Jasmin available to print some copies for me?”

I didn’t see his response, but I absolutely hate for people to ask my manager whether I’m available to help with something…like he’s loaning me out and shit.  I get it…he IS the boss of me, but I deserve the consideration of being asked (not told) and if someone really wants me to help with something they will remember that. Since she decided to be a smart azz…I decided to go get breakfast.  Middle finger to her and her little emergency! 

I didn’t go down to the cafeteria either.  I put my coat on, went outside, and across the street to Starbucks.  Then I sat down and enjoyed my no foam vanilla Latte and blueberry muffin, while I played with my new blackberry. I knew I was going to help her just because my manager was one of the VIPs in that meeting, but only when I was good and mf’g ready. 

When I came back to my desk, I sent half the print job to our production center (they accommodate you when you ask nicely and don’t get all pushy) and I did the rest, which was a time consuming tedious bs task in itself.  Why anyone needs MULTPLE (she had seven!) 30+ page power point presentations is just ridiculous.  Put it up on the wall screen and email the presentation out afterwards.

Nobody needs to be carrying around that much damn paper. Anyway…that was my morning.