I Work With Children

Ok, I don't literally work with children, but the people I do work with behave as though they're 4. My office has 2 levels. Each level has a photocopier. All day long the upstairs people were coming downstairs to use the copier. Not too much of a big deal. Obviously the upstairs one was being used for a big job and was occupied. Nope. That wasn't it at all. In fact, the upstairs copier did not work. Jammed or some other nonsense, rendering it useless until the service technician could come out to look at it. When would that happen? Never! Never, because none of the fucking morons upstairs called for service. Not the HR Dept, not the Sales Dept, nor any of the other allegedly capable people on the second floor managed to put 2 & 2 together and try and get their machine fixed. Nope. It was so much easier to go up and down the stairs all day. How do these people hold down jobs?

Just how challenging is it to place a service call, you might be wondering? Well, you call the telephone number on the machine, quote them another number on your machine and tell them what's wrong. That’s it. That’s all.

Even, at the end of the business day, when one of the evil geniuses upstairs DID decide it would be a good idea to place a service call, they didn't do it themselves. No. The rocket scientist called the Receptionist downstairs and asked her to place a service call. And as if the above was not fucking stupid enough, the upstairs person then had to go to the copier and recite all of the pertinent details to the Receptionist and describe for her the problem. It would have been simpler for the upstairs person to just call the copier place themselves.

It amazes me that these people can find their way to the office everyday. I work with fucking incompetents.