I do, at some point, plan on accomplishing something. Honest.
Today I got fed up and stuffed everything in my office into drawers. It looks like I got my work done, at least. I pointed it out to my office manager and she called me “Amy,” which is the name of my predecessor, who stuffed things in drawers and never bothered to go back to them.
So I told her I was going to have a cigarette, and I’d be back in five minutes. I swear. (Another thing my predecessor did. Her five minutes could easily be an hour.) (no, I don’t smoke. Not anymore. Yay me!)
My annoyed email of yesterday has so far earned me no unkind repercussions. The opposite has happened, I have had a huge show of support in my attempts to do my own damn work, not everyone else’s!
Now if only the administrators had read the damn thing…