Guys, I Need Your HALP!!
I have a
connudd, a conand, uh…I have a problem.
There’s this super-annoying coirker of mine that’s super. annoying.all.the.time.
She’s actually at a site miles from here, but in the power industry we’re all just one big dysfunctional family.
Anyway, she sent out a mass e-mail and from what I can gather she wants all the other secretaries, excuse me, “administrative support professionals” in the region to join her in a hand-holding session when things get “too stressful” for us.
A little background here – I work at a power plant. We make electricity here – not nuclear generated or coal fueled; we use natural gas, so y’all just simmer down out there – and yes, there are times of high stress…like mainly Monday-Friday, but only during work hours.
The rest of the time is an alcohol-induced haze, so it may be stressful, or it may not. Hard to tell. I’m kidding. Maybe.
So, Miss Annoying McAnnoyerson thinks we should “reach out” to one another, via e-mail, for stress relief.
She wants us to share “a funny picture” or an “inspirational quote” with each other as a means of support.
My gag reflex is on overload right now, guys.
I am a girl, no doubt about it, but I’m not a guurrrllll. Apparently, I did not get that gene.
I loathe shopping, mani-pedis, lunching with the ladies, girls nights out, talking on the phone, and inspirational quotes/cutesy picture e-mails.
Which brings me to my original problem.
How do I tell her that not only do I NOT want to be part of her all-girl band, I don’t want to see anyone else’s “inspiration”, nor be a part of the stress-relief program?
No, really, how do I do that without coming off as a total beeyotch, which let’s face it I really am and she should know that by now?