So I return to work to encounter “THE STARE.” Thats the glaring look one of my coworkers gives you when she is displeased.

To give youa bit of background, this coworker, I’ll call her M, takes herself a TAD too seriously. Now, don’t get me wrong, in an emergency I would want no one else handling things. She can remember and think of every little detail. She will probably save someones life in some capacity some day. But she doesn’t know when to turn it off, so she can be really intense over situations that are really no big deal.

ANYway I couldn’t wait for her to get off her call so I could get the spanking over with. While I was checking my email a 3.5 floppy disk flew through the air onto my desk with a post it note that said “Trouble ticket # xxxxx34 OPEN FOR 3 DAYS!!!!!”

She was still on a call, but the glare had intensified when she realized I didn’t have a clue what that was supposed to mean, nor was I certain I cared. It wasn’t my trouble ticket. Alas, I had to wait until she was done to find out. the suspense didn’t kill me.

(As it turned out I had left that floppy in an A drive of one of the computers I had been “floating” around on for 3 weeks before they found a desk for me to sit at.)

So she gets off her call and makes a big dramatic thing out of taking off her headset and throwing it on her desk. then she turns to look at me, looking like “Big Delores” in the movie “Hope Floats” after she got hit in the face with a volleyball.

And she just sttod there…

Glaring…

Glaring…

Until…

“Jesus M! what the hell is it?” I finally asked.

“YOU left that floppy in John’s computer.”

“And?”

“AND we couldn’t reboot it.”

“Why not?”

“OBVIOUSLY because YOUR floppy was in it! We had a trouble ticket open 3 DAYS!!!”

“Is it my fault that the techs take so long to respond to trouble tickets?”

“The POINT IS you left the floppy in there and wasted ALL OF OUR TIME!!”

“Why because YOU couldn’t read the error message that said ‘Error reading A drive software’???”

“It didn’t say that.”

“Well it said something like that.”

“You don’t know.”

“No? What did the tech do when he came?”

“He tried to reboot.”

“And how long did that take?”

“Not long, because it didn’t reboot. Then he pointed at the screen, and said….”

“That there was a floppy in the A drive?”

“SHUT UP!” She yelled and lumbered away with her purposeful bouncy walk, which she does to make her pony tail swing, but she only ends up looking like Lurch.

*sigh* I love my job.