Who Can You Trust?

Monday afternoon was quite manic at work.

Too much going on, all at once.

The day started out great, with sunshine and a meeting of peers to discuss how we can make work life better for ourselves and fellow employees…short of retirement or having the winning lottery ticket or adding a wine bar in every office. We had a great discussion and came up with a few notable ideas.

Then I drove back to my office and it kind of went downhill.

We’re trying to hire many positions in June, which also happens to be end of the fiscal year. It’s going to be a busy, hectic month, probably spilling into early July.

Anyhow…

On Monday afternoon, I read a group email in haste and when questions came in surrounding the contents of the email, I thought I was giving correct answers. I really did. But I wasn’t and finally realized my embarrassing errors after wondering why everyone was asking so many darn questions.

Things that went through my head at this point: “Ugh! Oh boy! Stupid! Next time, be a little more thorough!”

Sooooo…

I put together an apology email and gave correct instructions for yet another new procedure that we’ve been asked to follow. Most of my peers wrote back and said, “Thanks for clarifying.”

Then there’s my friend and long-time cohort, Sandy. She responded,

“Never trust an old person.”

If you’re thinking that’s just plain rude, I would expect nothing less from her. Not because she’s rude, but because she has a sharp wit and we share a weird and zany sense of humor. This is mild compared to some of our past verbal exchanges.

I had no response to that statement simply because I was too harried to think of a good comeback. However, I’ll be ready for her the next time she asks me for assistance.

“Nope, sorry Sandy. I’m old and untrustworthy. You can’t possibly expect me to know anything or help you in any way.”

I can already hear her reply.

Yes, it’s a little crazy and busy at work at the moment, but thank God for Sandy’s witty sense of humor.

And old people like me who totally appreciate it.


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26 responses to Who Can You Trust?

    • bikerchick57 says:

      That girl is hilarious and a great stress reliever. It will calm down eventually, JoAnne. I’m looking forward to a July vacation, when I can get on the bike and breathe hard for a good reason!

  1. Dan Antion says:

    Ha ha – Since you posted it, I’m laughing. It’s great having a friend who can solve any problem with humor. I hope you get your procedures squared away before the end of the month.

  2. Shelley says:

    Ah…the necessary evils of email, you never know when it’s gonna come back and bite ya. Great recovery session by finding humor together!

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I’ve hit “send” more than once, realizing it’s going to the wrong person, I forgot to attach something, or I left an important piece of info out. Thankfully, it’s never been anything too serious that I couldn’t bounce back and fix things.

  3. loisajay says:

    Oh, those emails…..the bane of office communication. We are going through the reverse–people are quitting/retiring and we are not filling those positions. I need any kind of stress relief I can get. Send Sandy over here.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I know good help is hard to find these days. Not sure we will fill all of our positions, but we’re going to try.

      I’ll tell Sandy to throw a few witty Barb’s your way, Lois.

  4. joey says:

    Hah! I love it!
    My thing this week has been ‘unable to find things’ — not like my bottom from a hole in the ground, but close! Today, I couldn’t find a thing, asked Mentor to look, she couldn’t find it and eventually our boss found it RIGHT WHERE WE LOOKED.
    Oy!
    I’m sorry it’s such a crazy busy time at your office, that must be distracting. I hope your new hires are fantastic!

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I thought after our office move and reorganization, things would settle down. No such luck. We’re all about the busy these days and I expect it to continue into the summer. Oh well, I guess that will keep me out of trouble.

      I hate it when I can’t find the thing and later discover it was right THERE, in front of my nose. It’s worse when the boss finds it for you. Good times, Joey!

  5. GREAT post…. fabulous friend. Love her sense of humour!

    But next time she calls you old, remind her that you’re only _____ . . . then add your bra size (without the cup size) to the end of that sentence.

    You see . . . I have a rule. A lady should never admit to being older than her bra size – under normal circumstances.
    Or alternatively …. her shoe size when giggling and being daft, with friends.

    Since I seem to live in the bewildered land of the daft …. my shoe size is permanently set as my age. (and it’s so refreshing! lol). 😀
    Squidges and love ~ Cobs. xxx

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I like that rule…I’d either be much younger than I am now or extremely childish. Either way, it’s a win-win. And so I will tell Miss Sandy next time of my true age…

      and wait for the snickering. :-p

      • Ignore any giggles or snickering. It will be jealousy. Pure and simple, jealousy.

        But within a very short length of time, you’ll find that she’s stolen the idea and is using it herself. 😉
        ~ C. xxx

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