wtf.. do you understand the word “discreet?”

October 23, 2009

Even a WIP needs to celebrate her birthday.. on our birthdays, our team gets gifts from our vendors – usually in the form of a gift card.  Strictly speaking, we are not allowed to accept these; however, we are all underpaid.  Actually, maybe it’s just me.  Who knows.  When I get gift cards for my birthday, I say thank you and end it there.  No, not WIP. WIP emails the vendor and the employees at the vendor’s office:

Thank you for your gift card in the amount of $100.

So, the vendor is in shock as well – his employees at his office are underpaid and overworked and here’s an email sent by a client thanking them for a gift card that they were completely unaware of.  So he writes back, asking her to be more discreet about gifts.  The next day, he gets a call from Boss:

Boss: So WIP came and said that she got a $100 gift card from you.
Vendor: What? Are you serious?
Boss: Yeah.  She said “I got $100 from Vendor.  You must get more.  How much do you get?”

… way to be discreet.


wtf.. what are you, dracula?

October 22, 2009

Our team hires a freelancer for some extra help. On his first day, he makes an impression on us with a very loud voice and greasy long hair in a pony tail. He is constantly having loud, flirty personal phone calls with male friends he met through online dating services.

Thanks to his loud voice, we also cannot help but learn that he has legally changed his full name twice before and is in the process of changing it again. He would like us to call him by his new name, Axiom*.

One day he starts moaning and groaning in his seat while working.

WIP: ooooohhhhhhh…. uuuunnnnnngggghhhhhhhhh
Coworker: Hey man, are you okay?
WIP: unnngghh I don’t feel good… ooohhh.. I think I have a fever.. I think.. (more moaning) I know why…
Me: Do you need to go home? I can talk to Boss for you.
WIP: Oh my god… please… please… can someone turn off the lights…. (moaning) uuunnngghhh
Me (thinking maybe he’s confusing ‘fever’ with ‘migraine’ w/light sensitivity): Do you have a migraine?
WIP: NO! PLEASE! FEEL MY FOREHEAD, SEE IF I HAVE A FEVER.

He turns my way and motions for me to feel his forehead. His face glistens with sweat and grease.

Me: ummm…
WIP, coming closer: It’s okay, just FEEL IT, I have a fever!
Me: ehhhh… I believe you…
WIP: NOOO, just TOUCH IT. Okay you don’t have to use your palm, just use ONE finger, then. JUST TRUST ME!
Me: …errrr…

By this point more than a couple of people are looking to see what the commotion is about. Thinking that this could pass for harassment but to get this nonsense over with, I use my index finger to touch his forehead. He has also completely stopped moaning.

WIP: AM I HOT??
Me: ..I can’t really tell..
WIP: Well, can you please just ask someone to turn off the lights?

He then points to one of the long full fluorescent spectrums on the wall.

WIP: Or maybe can they turn off just THAT one, it’s making me sick.

…what the hell……

*His name has been changed to something almost as ridiculous, for anonymity.

wtf… halloween is months away

October 21, 2009

*This story takes place in the early months of 2009.

I walk into the office one morning and was met with something very big and fuchsia pink. I turn for a double take. It is a coworker.

Not sure what the occasion was, but it called for pink shoes, pink nails, pink makeup, a pink shirt, and pig tails using pink hair ties. By the way, this woman is pushing 40.

I am not a morning person and am not capable of dealing with this at 9am. Confused and still groggy, I double check my calendar. Today is not Halloween.

Meanwhile:

A coworker: What’s with all the pink?

WIP (with a big grin, in a high pitched baby voice and squirming like a little girl): Awwoh, Pink is mai FAAAAYYYvorite colorr!!

…WTF……


wtf.. our creative director is a toilet

October 20, 2009

A former Account Director in our advertising agency wrote:

Dear team and the John,

Really?  John = creative director = toilet?

Sigh. PLEASE LEARN ENGRISH. THANKS.


wtf.. joe who?

October 20, 2009

This conversation occurred at the height of 2008 Presidential Election:

Coworker: Joe Biden is coming to our building!
Office buzzes with excitement – we have a lot of Democrats in the office.
WIP: Joe who? Who’s that?
Coworker: Joe Biden – the Vice Presidential candidate.
WIP: Oh. There are just too many of them.  I can’t keep track of them.

WTF.


wtf.. i’m not a communist

October 20, 2009

Every now and then, I go out with my team to grab lunch.  My team includes my boss, supervisor, a WIP, and myself.  Here’s the story:

Boss: When people come from overseas, don’t they get a smallpox  vaccination that leaves a mark?
Supervisor: Yeah, don’t you have one? (Looking at me)
Me: No.
Boss: Why not? You came to the states pretty late, no?
Me: Yes.  But I also don’t come from a third world country.  They don’t do that in [insert non-third world country] anymore.

So after lunch, we go back to the office, and my boss comes up to talk to me:

Boss: I know some people are really sensitive and I see this as one of those cases but WIP was really offended by your comment.
Me: What comment?
Boss: You know.. What you said about a third world country.  She felt like you were attacking her.
Me: What?? I mentioned that term in relation to [same non-third world country].
Boss: I know.  She’s just sensitive but you should just watch what you say around her.

So after Boss leaves, I sit there fuming.  Granted, third world country may not have been completely PC but COME ON, really?!!  Just because she is from a developing nation, she can’t possibly see my comment as a direct attack to her? And, really, do you REALLY have to go to our BOSS to complain?  So naturally, I confront her:

Me: Boss came to talk to me about our lunch and that you were offended. That comment was not directed towards you and I would appreciate it if you talk to me first in the future.
WIP: So? Boss is my friend.
Me: Uh.. what??
WIP: You talk to A. (A’s my closest friend at work) at work.
Me: A’s not the same as Boss.  Boss is our boss!
WIP: So I can’t talk to her about anything? Are you saying I can’t talk to her?
Me: No, but let’s suppose I was friend with President and CEO. There are things I would and would not tell them.
WIP: Well, if you’re friends with them, you should tell them.
Me: (speechless at this point)… Boss is my employer.  I have an employer-employee relationship with Boss.  So in the future, please come talk to me first.
WIP: (rolls her eyes) It’s not like you would have listened.
Me: Did you try? Next time, come talk to me first.

By this point, I’m pretty steamed so I walk away from her cubicle while she continues to talk nonsense.  10 seconds later, an email pops up with the following subject line:

Can we discuss this over email? I don’t want people to hear that we’re
having a personal issue.

$@()#$*@)(#*$(*@#$*# WHAT PERSONAL ISSUE?! IT’S NOT MY FAULT IF YOU THINK OUR BOSS IS YOUR FRIEND $@)#(*$(#@*$

So naturally, I ignore her email.  One of my mottos in life: Never argue with an idiot. Then I get another email:

Okay, I have tried.

At this point, I’ve reached the boiling point.  So, I write her an email:

This is not a personal issue. You are one of my co-workers and I was asking you as a colleague.

I heard you were offended and I asked you to come talk to me first in the future about it. From my perspective, that comment was not directed towards you and I did not understand why you took offense to it. I understand your friendship with Boss but I ask you to also understand that Boss is my director and I do have a professional employer-employee relationship with her.

If you have a problem, I would rather not do this over email. You can talk to me about it.

Her response:

you don’t like me, you better talk to me about it rather than trying to
use terms that offend people. You should know that some words are offensive to some cultures or countries. I haven never said the word Communist
in front of you since I know it might offend you. And I would never go that far to offend someone’s culture or background because I respect others.

And then she writes another email:

Anyways, I’m done discussing it.

A communist?? A COMMUNIST?? Really? Why would I be offended if you talked about communism?  Are you RETARDED? So, I walk up to her cubicle and tell her to meet me outside the office.  Then I bit her head off.  She pretty much spat out incoherent sentences with “I’m so tired so I can’t even talk now.”

WTF.


wtf.. should i too demonstrate how i pick my nose?

October 17, 2009

As we prepare for a meeting, my boss is sniffling very loudly. She uses her palm to brush up her nose and wipes it repeatedly.

Me: Are you okay?
WIP: Oh, yeah I’m fine. My nose is leaky. It’s just acting up after the surgery.
Me: …Surgery?

Apparently my boss broke her nose over two decades ago and had to get surgery to prop up her nose. Now that it’s very old, sometimes it malfunctions…especially if she leans over with her face towards the ground.

WIP: So I have to be careful now because when I lean over, my nose starts to run like a faucet.
Me: Oh my…
WIP: See, like this.

As WIP bows her head toward the ground, a steady flow of mucus starts to fall out of her nostrils like a leak.  It’s actually like a snot faucet. She quickly cups her hands and catches the mucus. WIP then looks back up at me with a grin, which causes the down flow of mucus to land on her philtrum and lips.

Me (thinking): WHAT THE FUCK
Me (out loud): Oh my god!!
WIP: Yeah, so that’s what happens. Let me go wipe my hands real quick.

WIP gets some paper towels from the kitchen sink a few feet away, sits down, wipes her hands, and places the paper towels next to the pile of data we have to go through right now. She grabs the used paper towel again and wipes her hands once more for good measure. Then, touching my arm, says:

WIP (chuckling): Sorry if i grossed you out.

OMFG.


wtf.. my ruler skills are getting questioned

October 16, 2009

Just another day at my advertising agency:

Me: Can you measure these layouts?
WIP: I’ve never measured layouts before.
Me: … All you need is a ruler and you measure it width by height.
WIP: Oh, okay.

10 minutes later
WIP:  The  layout measurements are all off.
Me: What do you mean?
WIP:  They are all longer than they are supposed to be.
Me: What???

So, I take the ruler and measure one of the layouts.  The layout size is correct.
Me: Can you show me how you measured it?

WIP takes the ruler and measures the layout – but she doesn’t line up the ruler from 0 but from the edge.

Me: Umm.. That’s not how you use a ruler.  You have to line it up from zero.
WIP: Are you sure?
Me (in my mind): YEAH YOU USELESS PIECE OF CRAP! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE GETTING PAID FOR THIS JOB!!
Me (out loud): .. Yes.

10 minutes later
My supervisor: Did you ask WIP to measure the layouts?
Me: Yes.  Why?
My supervisor: She asked me how to use a ruler. I don’t think she trusted you.

WTF.


wtf… you have a family dog, i have a pet dragon

October 16, 2009

This 30-something WIP lives at home with her parents but I guess no one else in her family can take care of her dog:

Team,

Our family dog has been throwing up all weekend.  I gave him some medicine but I don’t know what is wrong with him.  I won’t be coming in today.  I have to take him to the vet.

WIP

My reponse:

Dear WIP,

My pet dragon, Fluffy, ran away.  I can’t go into work today because I have to save the world from Fluffy’s wrath.

Please come into work so I can go save the world.

Thanks,

Me


wtf.. i’m going to call in tomorrow with blue eyes

October 15, 2009

from my beloved WIP coworker:

Team,

I’ve had red eyes since last night and still won’t go away even I tried to use eye drop. So, I won’t be able to come in the office today.

WIP

How I would have liked to respond to her email:

Dear WIP,

Sorry to hear about your red eyes.  What are red eyes?  Did you drink last night and when you woke up this morning, your eyes were red?  Eye drops are not going to cure that.  Now, get your lazy ass into work.

Thanks,

Me



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