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lyoreWell, I have masses of work to do, so I think it's time for an update :)
OK, so you are the personnel manager for a company which has <700 employers, right? Do you think that maybe, just maybe, you should be in your office, so that people can contact you? But, OK, I get that you are a busy person, who cannot possibly answer the phone, because you are in a series of important meetings about the proper ways to cut up dead sheep. (As a side note - I am impressed by your stamina. You've been in these meeting for around two weeks now. A lesser man would have had to leave to eat, or sleep, or just to avoid going stir crazy, but not you. I'm impressed.)
However, given your complete inability to answer the phone, I have decided that it is also equally possible that you have some form of strange phone-phobia, which causes you to hide under the desk and sob hysterically whenever someone rings you. Therefore, I have decided to email you instead. This entailed a lengthy argument with your receptionist about whether or not I actually needed your email address (I've found it IS actually a requirement - the email *just won't go* if it doesn't have the address. Some sort of design fault, obviously. Damn engineers.).
After emerging triumphant from this conversation - I think the receptionists conceded defeat in the vain hope I would stop ringing - I sent you a nice, polite email, outlining what I would like you to do for me - Print a letter, sign it, fax it back. Not difficult, assuming you have full control of your opposable thumbs - which may be doubtful, given your issues with communication. Assuming your phone-phobia does not extend to all forms of telecommunications, and given the damn-near-instantaneous nature of email, you should have received this by now. And yet, in the 2 business days since then, I have not received a reply, and you certainly have not taken the time to fulfill my five second request.
So I ring you again. You are, again, in a meeting, I leave a request for the receptionist to for you to ring me back. You don't.
So let us get one thing perfectly clear. I NEED that letter to graduate. Which means I will do ANYTHING to get it. Unless you want every single phone line in your office tied up with calls from me (I have many phones and redial is my friend), I suggest that you reply. NOW.
You may want to also bear in mind that your company taught me how to use a knife. Just a thought.
Apart from the fact that I still haven't got hold of my work experience letter, (current plans to get their attention include hiring a sky-writer and getting all my rels back home to storm the building) I'm currently stressing about the large amounts of work which must be completed in the next 4 days. Sooo Not Good. Of course, if I don't get this letter, then it doesn't matter if I pass the stupid courses anyway, cause I still won't get to graduate. FUCK.
There's a nice little thunderstorm rumbling along outside. If I had a desktop computer, this would be a perfect excuse for me to unplug the thing and take a break. *Glares at stupid battery powered laptop* At this point, getting struck by lightening is also sounding attractive.
Right. So. Going to end this here, before subjecting you all to any more of my bad temper. Sorry 'bout that.
Random Observation of the Day - So much work. So little time. Even less motivation *sigh*
OK, so you are the personnel manager for a company which has <700 employers, right? Do you think that maybe, just maybe, you should be in your office, so that people can contact you? But, OK, I get that you are a busy person, who cannot possibly answer the phone, because you are in a series of important meetings about the proper ways to cut up dead sheep. (As a side note - I am impressed by your stamina. You've been in these meeting for around two weeks now. A lesser man would have had to leave to eat, or sleep, or just to avoid going stir crazy, but not you. I'm impressed.)
However, given your complete inability to answer the phone, I have decided that it is also equally possible that you have some form of strange phone-phobia, which causes you to hide under the desk and sob hysterically whenever someone rings you. Therefore, I have decided to email you instead. This entailed a lengthy argument with your receptionist about whether or not I actually needed your email address (I've found it IS actually a requirement - the email *just won't go* if it doesn't have the address. Some sort of design fault, obviously. Damn engineers.).
After emerging triumphant from this conversation - I think the receptionists conceded defeat in the vain hope I would stop ringing - I sent you a nice, polite email, outlining what I would like you to do for me - Print a letter, sign it, fax it back. Not difficult, assuming you have full control of your opposable thumbs - which may be doubtful, given your issues with communication. Assuming your phone-phobia does not extend to all forms of telecommunications, and given the damn-near-instantaneous nature of email, you should have received this by now. And yet, in the 2 business days since then, I have not received a reply, and you certainly have not taken the time to fulfill my five second request.
So I ring you again. You are, again, in a meeting, I leave a request for the receptionist to for you to ring me back. You don't.
So let us get one thing perfectly clear. I NEED that letter to graduate. Which means I will do ANYTHING to get it. Unless you want every single phone line in your office tied up with calls from me (I have many phones and redial is my friend), I suggest that you reply. NOW.
You may want to also bear in mind that your company taught me how to use a knife. Just a thought.
Apart from the fact that I still haven't got hold of my work experience letter, (current plans to get their attention include hiring a sky-writer and getting all my rels back home to storm the building) I'm currently stressing about the large amounts of work which must be completed in the next 4 days. Sooo Not Good. Of course, if I don't get this letter, then it doesn't matter if I pass the stupid courses anyway, cause I still won't get to graduate. FUCK.
There's a nice little thunderstorm rumbling along outside. If I had a desktop computer, this would be a perfect excuse for me to unplug the thing and take a break. *Glares at stupid battery powered laptop* At this point, getting struck by lightening is also sounding attractive.
Right. So. Going to end this here, before subjecting you all to any more of my bad temper. Sorry 'bout that.
Random Observation of the Day - So much work. So little time. Even less motivation *sigh*
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Date: 2005-10-24 04:04 pm (UTC)Hmm. Cut up dead sheep? 700 people? I think I know which employer we're talking about here. I had no idea they were such pains!
(I've found it IS actually a requirement - the email *just won't go* if it doesn't have the address. Some sort of design fault, obviously. Damn engineers.)
Engineer's Fault! ;-p
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Date: 2005-10-24 11:24 pm (UTC)To be fair, they haven't been too bad in the past - I'm just very frustrated with them at the moment. *sigh*