Fridays are always busy at the office. In addition to everything else, I have to do payroll, prepare all the bank transfers, and pay all the bills for the office, the boss's house, and the boss's vacation condo. Good times! And the last Friday in January is the worst Friday of the year, because I also have to prepare/send in all the year-end tax crap for the Feds and the State. (Of course, I fill out the forms beforehand, but they still have to be approved by the boss, signed, copied, stuffed into envelopes, etc.) Blecchh.
And all the while I'm having all this fun, the boss is asking me for stuff. For so-and-so's phone number. For a client file. For this weekend's weather report (WTF?! Look it up yourself, buddy!) And his desk is not all that far from my desk, so instead of getting up and coming over to ask for something, he calls my name. "Hey, W.......". "Hey, W.......". Over and overandoverandover.
It's like a broken record. Or like a little kid tugging on your pants, going, "Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy."*
Grrr. On the bright side, by this time next week, I'll be on my way to Texas!
*No, I personally don't have kids. But I have witnessed this particular phenomenon many times via my friends with kids. And every time I see it, I think, "If I was her, I'd tell that kid to "shut up or I'll GIVE you something to "mommy" about". And that, my friends, is exactly why I never had kids. Know your limitations.
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Ah now, I agree here with the repetition thing. I had a friend who, when she was a teenager, started calling her mum by her name "Agnes"* rather than "mum". Mum would ignore "mum". She didn't ignore "Agnes" though.
* Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
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