RECEPTION: "Reception. How may I direct your call?"
ESSIE: "Um, yeah, I'm looking for Rosie...she's a urodynamics nurse?"
(Annoying music starts to play)
URO RECEPTION: "Urology department. Can you hold?"
ESSIE BURSTS OUT LAUGHING AND PUTS PHONE DOWN.
I'm pretty sure that anyone with bladder problems would find "Can you hold" offensive...
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Why I'll never get promoted
ESSIE: “When are we implanting nap time at the office?”
KAT: “We don’t have that here.”
ESSIE: “This job is bullshit. All other companies have nap time. Or at least free juice.”
KAT: “You are thinking of kindergarten.”
KAT: “We don’t have that here.”
ESSIE: “This job is bullshit. All other companies have nap time. Or at least free juice.”
KAT: “You are thinking of kindergarten.”
Friday, July 9, 2010
I think I've discovered our productivity problem
For those of you who don't know - when I'm not being aweseome all over the Internet, I work as a Junior Consultant at a UK medical headhunting firm (some childhood dreams DO come true!!!)
Well, it's a sweltering day at the office and I hurt my neck when I fell off the rickety wheeled joke I have to sit on at my work station. I really wish our boss would pay for air conditioning or at least a decent swivel chair or business cards or a pension scheme, but she doesn't think we need all that "James Bond shit". I don't mind really, it's the only office I've worked in where I'm allowed to lug my laptop around in the Nightmare before Christmas-satchel my brother got me for Christmas and blog all day.
Anyhoo, we haven't made our targets in a while and the investors would like to know why. Instead of typing a whole long report I'm going to submit this photo of my manager. Note the motivational book "The Rules of Work" being used as a coaster to her right.
Well, it's a sweltering day at the office and I hurt my neck when I fell off the rickety wheeled joke I have to sit on at my work station. I really wish our boss would pay for air conditioning or at least a decent swivel chair or business cards or a pension scheme, but she doesn't think we need all that "James Bond shit". I don't mind really, it's the only office I've worked in where I'm allowed to lug my laptop around in the Nightmare before Christmas-satchel my brother got me for Christmas and blog all day.
Anyhoo, we haven't made our targets in a while and the investors would like to know why. Instead of typing a whole long report I'm going to submit this photo of my manager. Note the motivational book "The Rules of Work" being used as a coaster to her right.
I love Champagne Wednesday.
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