I tell myself this every morning I walk into work. A "Cube" is such a horrible word for the space I spend more time in than at home. I choose to call it a "Career Capsule" and imagine myself jetting out of this position and into one with a little more credit.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job and my boss. I am responsible for a lot, but the bulk of my job is taking care of "Low Maintenance" 24/7.
I am in the process of coordinating our 3 Regional Meetings (Atlanta, LAX, & Seattle). Combined, I am responsible for hundreds and hundreds of people - getting them where they need to be, getting presentations together, negotiating with hotels, making sure the theme details this year are nothing short of exceeding last year and making my boss look good. All of this on top of my regular job. I am up to my eyeballs in work. It's the time of year where I put in 12 - 15 hours a day... and "Low Maintenance" comes into my career capsule today asking me to put a band aid on his finger...
(silence)... yep.
Just a little more credit please!
Monday, November 13, 2006
It's not a cube, it's a career capsule
Splendidly Notated By 30-Something Girl posted around 8:54 PM
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6 said...:
omg...maybe you should have put the bandaid on his brain.
my boss once asked me to make him some coffee. I was truly surprised when I wasn't fired for the remark I made.
I'm having some trouble posting comments on non beta blogs and just when I think it's worked it disappears! damn fucking blogger. YOu'd think they would have made it compatible! THEY CAME UP with it, after all. anyway, what I said was I even had to put eye drops in my bosses eye one day cuz he's a wimp. He laid on the floor just in case he passed out. I've been here for 20 years now. I need to watch out or they might start tagging me with the inventory.
Without you, where would he be?
Much credit to you girl! [sending cyber credit]
xoxo
My wife (an administrative assistant in the medical field) has two such horror stories. In the first, her miserly heart surgeon boss asked her to count the number of paper towels in a roll to make sure it was at least equal to the number of sheets listed on the packaging. That same boss later asked her -- and no, I’m not making this up –- to roll on the floor to smooth out some “bubbles” left following an installation of new office carpeting. Needless to say, she refused both tasks and changed jobs.
Gina, yep... I can remember the first and last time Low Maintenance asked for coffee. I said sure, I take mine with cream.
Queen: You know they only ask things like this when they completely trust you. There are things I've done that would definately raise eyebrows but he is just that helpless. I even know his clothing size...yes, even shoes.
Jas, I know! No wonder our company is so successful!
Not...Glad she's not working for that guy! Now I've been asked to do weird things but that's terrible. Low Maintenance and I are like an old married couple and we actually get along pretty well. We have our moments, but I usually win.
Now my mom worked for an attorney years ago and he sneezed on a document and then handed it to her. Groooooooooossssssss.
I have to take my hat off to you girl. I can only imagine how it is to deal with "Low Maintenance" every day. It appears when people like "Low Maintenance" and as I would like to call her "Head Bitch In Charge" (I'm sure you know who I mean) have people in their corner who are very "capable" it seems they become "less capable" and rely on you for EVERYTHING! Just for the record EVERYONE knows you are the brains of that operation. :)
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