2 posts tagged “idiot”
After a horrendous day at work (to rephrase, "Dear boss, I think you're a fuckrag.") - I drove home in a slight rage. I even bleeped my horn at an elderly lady who was driving 30mph in a 40 zone (well for fuck's sake - some of us have to get home to our wine).
And then, as I flipped the radio over to Radio 1 (on offchance, because I hate Radio 1) - Greenday's Basket Case was playing.
I was reminded of being fifteen, kissing my (then)boyfriend in his parent's garage - and swearing that I would never change. I thought I would always have black dyed hair, wear hoodies with inappropriate words on. That I would always have boyfriends who treated me like dirt, and worst of all - that I would never be good enough for anyone 'better'.
I have changed. Back then, even at fifteen - I was a doormat. It wasn't that I was naieve, or 'too young to know better'. I was quite simply a doormat.
And now?
Well, today I told my boss that his lack of flexibility and poor attitude was about to lose him a member off staff that clients have referred to as "an asset to the company." I reduced an account manager to a gibbering mess, after verbally beating the crap out of him for using the phrase "Can I speak to the real person in charge of IT?" - and subsequently saying "Oh sorry, you can hardly blame me for thinking you're a receptionist! I've never seen an IT girl who wears blouses* - I just assume all geeky girls are lesbians!"
*(For the record my blouse was a chocolate brown sheer shirt, with tiny white polka dots, rouching at the back, a ribbon tie at the front and cute little mushroom buttons. It is not a fucking blouse. It is a beautiful shirt, and I love it dearly. ...Plus, my tits look great in it.)
Am I a bitch? Yes, actually. But only when it's deserved. And quite frankly, I like who I am now. At fifteen (give or take a few years), I did many things simply because I wanted to be liked, to fit in. I had a large group of friends, and sucession of boyfriends - and I was close to no one. Now, I have a partner who (mostly, bearing in mind that he is, afterall, a man!) understands me. I have very few friends, but the ones I do have are real friends. I have cut ties with the sucession of (ex)boyfriends that I was clinging to. Best of all, I genuinely don't care what anyone thinks. I behave politely, and I respect other people's feelings - I'm not reckless, but I speak my mind and I stand up for what I believe in.. Myself.
I'm fully aware that my boss thinks I'm mouthy and outspoken. But I am not disrespectful - I speak the truth and that's what he disliked. He picked the wrong girl to try and manipulate, and very slowly - he's starting to realise that he may just have met his match.
You see - he might be a stubborn control freak. But I spent a lot of years as a doormat. And hell hath no fury like a woman who's been walked all over.
I have recently suceeded in converting an old fashioned, IT-shy client to start using VoIP (Skype in particular) within his business - to save money on international calls.
The process has been incredibly successful, and if I may say so myself - well done me! I've trained an office full of staff, and worked out all the financial benefits Vs call quality draw backs. I've saved the client a large amount of money, and his staff are thrilled with the outcome and the support they've received. I'm pretty damn proud of myself.
How interesting that, while trying to make VoIP calls to international locations myself - after fixing numerous identical problems at work - I struggled to get the damn thing to work properly...
The problem - funnily enough, was that my microphone was muted. That took me twenty minutes to work out.. You'd think that something that simple would be the first option you'd consider - but nooo.. I scratched my head and wracked my brains, and then though "Oh.. Microphone.."
I think I speak for everyone reading this when I say "Oh my GOD - you absolute FOOL."
The problem with being a problem-solver all day long, is that by the time you get home - you have no energy left to fix problems. That's what I'm putting my stupidity down to, anyway. :)
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