My fabulous manager is away for the majority of the time now. You would think that everyone is taking advantage of not being yelled at, not being used — and by that I mean doing her job for her — and not having her hair raising presence breathing down their necks at all hours of the work day. In fact, we find that we might actually have some free time at the end of the day. My direct supervisor might actually get to go home before 7pm, and then stay on call for all of the Gorgon’s 2:00am text messages, and phone calls of things she wants to discuss, but is either too lazy to write down and bring them up the next day, or she just wants to make sure that no one gets any more sleep than she does. I haven’t had to start working at 7:15 or 7:30 just to get all the administrative and reception work done, or be sneaky about how late I stay just to answer all of her crazy assed demands throughout the day. Our conference coordinator has relaxed to the point of smiling several times a day, and even cracking jokes followed by surprisingly normal sounding laughter — not his typical, hysterically twinged facsimile of it. Our office coordinator seems to radiate calm, now that he’s able to deal with those office problems immediately after being made aware of them, instead of having to explain and apologize for why he hasn’t dealt with them before he’s even been made aware of them. Though I haven’t seen him yet, I’m sure that our Assistant IT guy is quite happy to not have her yelling at him from out of her open office door, when her computer doesn’t work exactly the way she wants it to, and having to use his several thousand dollar degree to fix a simple reboot problem, yet again.
What can I say? It’s nice not having to do someone else’s job, or having to explain every move you make to the world’s scariest grandmother.
Aren’t all grandmothers kind of scary? Especially ones who dress up like clowns all the time for no apparent reason?
Just me? Fair enough.
clowns? ugh. I HATE clowns. And it’s about 50/50 on the scary grandmothers. At least in my family.
Maybe the reason you didn’t see that Assistant IT guy is because he was offsite and working directly with that gorgon! Ugh!
And it wasn’t that bad. Wha-Wha-Wha.