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So here I am, at work and on my lunch. I have food on my desk and my office door is slightly cracked. Just as I'm stuffing a big bite in my face, a person who also works for the state (and will remain unnamed) barges into my office. This guy doesn't work here at the central office but rather works at one of the regional offices. He's here because the EPA is auditing our data (standard procedure, meaning just a check). He's not an engineer, not a specialist but a water system consultant (works for the state but only has industry experience). The tier of authority and responsibility from bottom to top goes: consultant, environmental specialist, environmental engineer I, II, etc. I'm an engineer I.
OK, so after he barges in I look up at him chewing a chunk of taco. He looks at my nameplate posted next to my door, twice. I don't speak because I have manners while eating (chew with my mouth closed and don't talk with a mouth of food). In his words, "Hey, ummmm, I'm getting a fax here. Can you get it for me? I'll get it from you after my lunch." The "can you get it for me" was really in the tone of a statement, not a sincere question.
WTF? I'm on MY phucking lunch dude. BTW, I have a name and you just read it... twice. After I swallow the food, "Well, the fax machine is down the hall... ... ... (intentional pause). If I end up going that way when I'm done with my lunch, and it's there, I'll pick it up for you." I don't do someone else's legwork unless they're appointed above me.
I'm still irked and I'm not going to walk by the fax machine for a few hours just because...
Jesus, when I was in the USAF, that happened once. An A1C (E-3) told me to do something for him that he was easily capable of. I was a 1st Lt at the time (and I actually had more time in service than him). I had to do enough legwork for the officers appointed above me so I just looked at him, brushed my shoulder (where my rank was) and walked away. The nerve of some people.
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OK, so after he barges in I look up at him chewing a chunk of taco. He looks at my nameplate posted next to my door, twice. I don't speak because I have manners while eating (chew with my mouth closed and don't talk with a mouth of food). In his words, "Hey, ummmm, I'm getting a fax here. Can you get it for me? I'll get it from you after my lunch." The "can you get it for me" was really in the tone of a statement, not a sincere question.
WTF? I'm on MY phucking lunch dude. BTW, I have a name and you just read it... twice. After I swallow the food, "Well, the fax machine is down the hall... ... ... (intentional pause). If I end up going that way when I'm done with my lunch, and it's there, I'll pick it up for you." I don't do someone else's legwork unless they're appointed above me.
I'm still irked and I'm not going to walk by the fax machine for a few hours just because...
Jesus, when I was in the USAF, that happened once. An A1C (E-3) told me to do something for him that he was easily capable of. I was a 1st Lt at the time (and I actually had more time in service than him). I had to do enough legwork for the officers appointed above me so I just looked at him, brushed my shoulder (where my rank was) and walked away. The nerve of some people.
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