[yes, more bitching about work]
A) Don't take it out on me because you're incapable of managing your time. I'm here to do what I'm given to do, not guess at what you have and haven't done. You may have noticed that I work a hell of a lot faster than you do, so it might occur to you to make your changes by hand on hardcopies and, oh, give them to me for typing and formatting, so you can move onto the next segment; lather, rinse, repeat; rather than do it all yourself while I sit here with my thumb up my ass and wait for you to ask which way you shoved your head up your ass.
B) Don't bitch at the other guy because he formats shit differently - it all goes through me anyways.
C) Don't get aggravated because the other guy's fucking Windows Explorer windows are formatted differently than yours, which makes it hard for you to backseat-drive when you're leaning over his shoulder. This may come as a surprise to you, but we're perfectly capable of finding and opening documents all by ourselves. . . if you could fucking remember where you last saw them.
D) Talking more loudly when you're anxious only makes you sound like a domineering asshole, and doesn't instill a sense of urgency in those around you. It makes us want to get up and walk, even if we still answer your increasingly erratic requests.
Christ, I hope K or I can make a positive career change soon. Keep those tentacles crossed. This shit needs to cease.
A) Don't take it out on me because you're incapable of managing your time. I'm here to do what I'm given to do, not guess at what you have and haven't done. You may have noticed that I work a hell of a lot faster than you do, so it might occur to you to make your changes by hand on hardcopies and, oh, give them to me for typing and formatting, so you can move onto the next segment; lather, rinse, repeat; rather than do it all yourself while I sit here with my thumb up my ass and wait for you to ask which way you shoved your head up your ass.
B) Don't bitch at the other guy because he formats shit differently - it all goes through me anyways.
C) Don't get aggravated because the other guy's fucking Windows Explorer windows are formatted differently than yours, which makes it hard for you to backseat-drive when you're leaning over his shoulder. This may come as a surprise to you, but we're perfectly capable of finding and opening documents all by ourselves. . . if you could fucking remember where you last saw them.
D) Talking more loudly when you're anxious only makes you sound like a domineering asshole, and doesn't instill a sense of urgency in those around you. It makes us want to get up and walk, even if we still answer your increasingly erratic requests.
Christ, I hope K or I can make a positive career change soon. Keep those tentacles crossed. This shit needs to cease.