First of all—this job is killing me. If I were to post a craigslist ad for my replacement, this is how I would describe the job breakdown:
25% of your day will be spent "taking one for the team." That is to say, the Incumbent will take the blame for any and all mistakes made by Senior Sales staff when Corporate requires someone to be held responsible for said mistakes. Although this will make the Incumbent look irresponsible, unintelligent and somewhat mentally retarded, rest assured there is a verbal contract between Incumbent and Senior Sales that they will "have your back" should your job ever come under fire.
25% of your day will be spent working on impossible and frustrating tasks that you will be assigned mere minutes before they are due. For example, it will not be uncommon for you to be asked to create a sales presentation for a major government account 30 minutes before the presentation begins (travel time not included.) Should you not be able to make it to the presentation on time, the Incumbent is to invent a time machine, travel back to the 1985, obtain a gram of cocaine, snort said cocaine, complete presentation and travel back into the future to fifteen minutes before the presentation is due, giving the illusion of being cool, calm and collected.
The other 50% of your day will be spent anxiously anticipating the aforementioned tasks while babysitting ghosts and whispering secrets.
Benefits: None
Vacation/Sick Days: None
Pay: 32 staples an hour and the occasional pat on the bum
GAHHH!!!!! I feel like I'm going crazy here! And!!! In the middle of pulling a presentation out of my asshole in 20.5 seconds this morning, I had to take a call and get reamed out by the CEO of one of the companies we work with because I was "supposed to get the 2010 sales forecast to him two weeks ago." So why didn't I get that sales forecast to him on time, you ask? Because I wasn't supposed to! Boss #2 was supposed to, but she didn't, so she told the CEO it was my responsibility so she could buy some time and save face! And it's just understood that that's part of my job! To look stupid! HOW FUCKING FUCKED UP IS THAT?!?!?!?!?!
To make matters worse, when I came back from delivering today's presentation (ON TIME!) to Boss #1, I had another case of Random Crazy Person in the Studio! I came back, sat down at my computer to answer an email and then suddenly heard the refrigerator door open across the room. Having recently seen Saw III, I peed my pants slightly and prepared to be abducted by someone wearing a pig mask. Then I heart it: "AaaaaAalllllriiiiiiiiight!" a male voice said in a Quagmire, giggity giggity kind of way. Confused, I looked over to the fridge where some random-ass guy who looked exactly like Jason Sudeikis with graying hair was standing, giving me a thumbs up:
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Me: Wow, you scared me. Can I help you with something?
Graying Jason Sudeikis: Check out this fridge!!!
Me: ........Yep.
GJS: It's stocked full of beer! NICE!
Me: Ha...ha...We just had an event. So can I help you with something?
GJS: [Continues to look around]
Me: Um..........do you have a meeting here today or something...?
GJS: This is a great space!
Me: Yeah. Thanks. Sorry, so do you have a meeting or....?
GJS: No I was just in the building and saw your space. [It was at this point I realized I had a case of Random Crazy Person in the Studio and wasn't going to be put into a medieval torture device to teach me the value of my own life. And PHEW!]
Me: Oh. Well. Ok.
GJS: [Takes a beer out of the fridge] Would you like to have a drink with me?
Me: ............What?
GJS: You got all this beer in here. Let's have a drink!
Me: Hahahaha...ha.
GJS: No really! Where's your bottle opener? [*ZACK MORRIS STYLE TIME OUT!*] What in the sweet fuckity fuck fuck?! IT IS 11:30 IN THE MORNING. WE ARE AT MY PLACE OF WORK. UP UNTIL 15 SECONDS AGO, I WAS FAIRLY CERTAIN YOU WERE HERE TO SLICE AND DICE ME LIKE A GOD DAMN SLAP-CHOP! THE LAST THING I WANT TO DO IS CRACK OPEN A COLD ONE WITH YOUR CRAZY ASS AND TALK ABOUT WHATEVER THE SWEET CHRIST IT IS THAT YOU'RE GOING TO WANT TO TALK ABOUT! [*TIME IN!*] Um. I don't think my boss would like it very much if I drank in the office right now. And we actually have a meeting in here so I'm going to have to ask you to leave soon. Sorry, I appreciate it!
GJS: HAHAHAHA!!!! Fair enough! You have a great day now!
And then he jauntily walked out of the studio and out of my life.
And that has been my morning. And the craziest part is, it's all pretty par for the course. Ergo, I'll be curled up in the fetal position under my desk working on an invisible sales forecast if you need me.
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17 comments:
Did he take the beer with him?
good question. im guessing yes.
I love how i introduced Becca to Hot Yoga and now I wont go. its so hot!
you're awesome!
Since boss #2 takes the credit for things anyway, perhaps you should just make a few pretend sales presentations in your off time, and when they turn out crazy/crappy/amazing/have nothing to do with anything, she'll have to take responsibility?
Stripping at Cemelot actually sounds awesome. fun music, free drinks, walking distance to your apt!
Rather than stripping at the Camelot, maybe you can earn some extra bucks by offering them some freelance security every so often...
Freelance security at Camelot is earned, not just done by anyone. I don't know if Meg is really ready for the life of street drinking from a red solo cup and accosting strangers that comes with that job description.
Question: If you say "queer" as in the legit meaning "strange," do you also say "pish posh" as in: "Rape? Pish posh, I love surprise sex."? I feel like pish posh should be part of your daily vernacular. With cuntadactyl.
Who goes into other people's fridges? Does he think it's an episode of Cribs or something?
Promise me that on the day you quit, you're sending the bosses your entire blog archive.
People are entirely too friendly when it come to office space. Just because you work in AN office, doesn't mean you can waltz all over MY office. NOT cool, man.
it's like visiting another college; you've got a couple levels of authority to piss off before anything really happens.
as soon as you step foot on campus its like you are entering fucking Cuba.
whenever I start bitching about my job and my coworkers I come here and instantly feel better.
I'm sorry. I'm doing the opposite of living vicariously through you.
So all that invisible shit that you do...you can put that on your resume right?
I probably would have had a beer with Mr. Graying Jason Sudeikis.
Some comments I would like to address:
Did he take the beer with him?
No. Thank Jebus. I steal a six-pack every Friday after work.
you're awesome!
Man. I needed to hear that. So thank you.
Stripping at Cemelot actually sounds awesome. fun music, free drinks, walking distance to your apt!
I'm not saying I go to the gym to get in shape to try out at Camelot...but I'm also not NOT saying I go to the gym to get in shape to try out at Camelot...
Freelance security at Camelot is earned, not just done by anyone.
WHICH I RESPECT!
I feel like pish posh should be part of your daily vernacular. With cuntadactyl.
DAMNIT! I keep forgetting to integrate cuntadactyl into my vernacular.
Who goes into other people's fridges? Does he think it's an episode of Cribs or something?
That made me "lolz".
I probably would have had a beer with Mr. Graying Jason Sudeikis.
Dude. Now that I'm not all stressed and killing myself, it doesn't sound too horrible. Gotta get on making that time machine...
Dang. I was really hoping he took the beer with him.
To piggy back on cuntadactyl, I would like to submit an ATL favorite, Cuntavious
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