Damn that Stupid Manager!!! ... and the photocopying machine too...

I am so pissed off at work today. At first, I thought it was going to be a slack day with only photocopying to be done. My tasks were to print 40 booklets of enrichment worksheets to be used by the tutors in my company, print 3 sets of lesson plans for 3 different teachers and lastly, 70 sets of worksheets for students. Easy peasy. I just had to put the originals in the photocopying machine and let it do the work for me.

But the damn photocopying machines broke down god knows how many times while i was printing the booklets. Nevertheless, this was not what made me freakin' angry. It was an incident with a senior manager in my company, Lynn.

I was photocopying halfway when she came in to the warehouse.

"Oh girl, u printing ah? Let me print leh. very fast de lah."

I shrugged and let her. The photocopy machine is driving me crazy and i need a break. But apparently, Lynn's definition of "fast" came from a snail's dictionary. She took 30 mins and was leisurely printing her stuff while talking to Uncle R. What the hell? She knew I was going to use the machine right? And I had a lot more to photocopy than her! Yet she is down there leisurely taking her own sweet time! She also had the gall to keep hinting i was wasting the paper. Is it my fault that the photocopying machine keep jamming and resulting in wasted paper?? Bloody hell!

In addition, when she finished, she didn't even inform me! Come on! Basic courtesy to inform the person who let you use in the first place so that they will know that the machine is available now! Don't tell me she doesn't even know such a basic courtesy even at her age?! She's in her mid-forties, by the way, so no age-related excuses!!

But that's not even the final blow, compared to her actions after that... Heck, it's practically a light feather touch compared to what she did next...

When I returned to the machine, I can't find my original worksheets to make my booklets. I searched the entire warehouse (yes, the photocopy machine's located in the warehouse), the office and back to the warehouse. In desperation, I asked Lynn.

" Lynn, You saw my original sheets that i placed in the feeder?"

"What?! No lah! I where got take your worksheets?!"

She retorted as if I accused her of taking my original worksheets. Extremely pissed off by the duluxe combo of photocopying machine's countless breakdowns, her rudeness (Need I mention who?) her inconsiderate behavior and finally her accusation, I snapped back.

" I didn't accuse you of taking my worksheets! I'm only asking have you seen them or not?!"

I think i shocked her with that but I can't be bothered. My worksheets' more important.

" No lah, never saw."

She replied in a lower, softer but sullen tone. And she just left after quickly taking her stuff.

Meanwhile, I found my worksheets - in the Freakin' RECYCLING BIN!!! Need I say out loud who placed them there? I shall make the assumption all who are reading this entry are smart... 'Nuff said!