I came into work today and on DH's desk there was a stack of candy bars. I asked where they came from and he told me the customer service manager brought them back from her vacation. She didn't bring anyone else anything. ^o)
This is the same woman that's tried to make my life a living hell for the past 2 months. Her and I do not get along at.all and she purposely goes around me on projects.
So, on top of the candy bars for DH, she came into my office this morning ordering me that I pay certain vendors today and ordered me to notify her once the checks were made out. Um, last I heard I was the accounting manager. What's ironic about this is that she threw a screaming fit at the owner because I helped one of her employees with a difficult customer (I used to be CS manager) but she can tell me how to do my job.
I'm pissed. And thisclose to finally quitting this job. I think the candy bar thing just pushed me over. We can def live on just H's salary - I'm just too chickenshit to actually do it - and I'm afraid of shooting myself in the foot somehow.
Post by pedanticwench on Sept 18, 2012 15:29:45 GMT -5
I would go have a conversation with her while munching on one of the candy bars and purposefully thank her for getting them, because they're your favorite and H hates them.
I have all the books I could need, and what more could I need than books? I shall only engage in commerce if books are the coin. -- Catherynne M. Valente