I've been having trouble with The Ponytail from HR the last day, or so, again. She has been drama'ing on, wanting me to do something for her which is really beyond the scope of her authority over me.
I'd already answered one of her minions about the issue. So The Ponytail, essentially, then sent an email of demand, demanding me to do what she wanted. And in the process, she cc'ed in my big boss, The Big Poo, you who is finance director of the Southern Hemisphere, or whatever he is. I don't know exactly.
So, I clapped back at her, essentially, asking why she thought I should do what she demanded, put nicely of course.
She sent back, essentially, the same email of demand, throwing her pathetic weight around.
My big boss cc'ed in every time, of course.
Anyway, I did the barest minimum of what she wanted, just to shut her up. And then ignored the rest of her nonsense.
"Whatever, Pony, whatever."
My big boss, The Big Poo, called me this afternoon, saying he was just about to run home when the rain came down, (yes, run home, and he lives in the middle eastern suburbs, some people are just high achievers and more) and he was just considering his options, so he thought he'd call me to see if everything was okay with me with Boris being away.
"Yes, fine."
"Oh good," he said.
He told me a few things that were coming up. We chatted about our dogs. Then just before we finished, he asked.
"Did you sort out that thing with HR?"
"Yes, all sorted."
"So, drama over?"
"Yes, drama over."
"You notice that I keep out of it."
I laughed. "They are drama queens."
He laughed. "Oh Christian, I don't think we are allowed to refer to HR that way any longer."
And then we both cackled.
The HR hags cc'ing my big boss to their pathetic attempts, usually, to slither out of something, or pass the blame to someone else, always makes me chuckle because I know how the Big Poo thinks about them.
"Too much drama," he would say. Privately, of course.
Fuck 'em.
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