Confessions of a Genius Co-worker |
This blog is dedicated to Connie, a woman whose moments of complete stupidity pass over our shared cubicle wall like little paper airplanes of blithering ignorance. A single middle-aged accountant with cougar-ish tendencies, when Connie isn't asking how many pieces of quinoa there are in a cup or messing up our company's credit rating, she can mostly be found singing along to Lady Gaga's Bad Romance in a voice just loud enough to hear. From the next building. And before you ask: Names have been changed to protect the functionally useless. |
| Boss: | We've got to deal with these late payment of invoices. The problem is that we're not getting approval from the project managers. We get the invoices here at finance, and then they'll go out and sit on...well...let's say...pick a name. Pick an employee. Anyone. It'll sit on their desk... |
| Connie: | Er...er... |
| Boss: | ...it'll sit on his desk for what? Three weeks? Four weeks? And they'll leave it there and forget about it... |
| Connie: | Er...er...oooh... |
| Boss: | ...and we'll have sent half a dozen emails asking if they've approved the costs or if they have problems with the invoice... |
| Connie: | Oh...er...mm...oh! |
| Boss: | ...and we won't hear back from th... |
| Connie: | Walter Thomas! Walter Thomas! |
| Boss: | ...I'm sorry Connie, what? |
| Connie: | Walter Thomas! Walter Thomas! |
| Boss: | What about him? |
| Connie: | I don't know. You said to pick an employee. I did. Walter Thomas. He's the one I've picked. |