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I have an exciting job.  Kevin (referred to in my head as Kevin the apathetic slimeball) didn't have any work for me today.  I sat at my desk for ten minutes, just long enough to ask him what I could do, get an email in response ("I don't have anything,"), and catching on the to mode of communication, write an email back suggesting that I mosey over to accounting early, then.  He sits right next to me, albeit through a thin mock-wall.  I'm not sure why he chose to use email.  I don't think he's really manager material.

I finished a week's work of filing in a few hours today.  I was resigned to leave early, but Sarah from HR caught me and she and Jim the Accounting Controller are plotting to re-situate me into something that's... a little less ambiguous.  And then I pounced on some checks that needed to be stuffed into envelopes, did the A/P filing, and meanwhile forces cooperated to set up the accounting assistant computer for me, so I could get onto the accounting system database and add another task onto my list of Things to Fill my Eight Hours.  I pull up information about the invoices referenced in credit memos, and print it out.  Then staple it to the credit memo in question, and sort them all by when they need to be processed.

So it seems that I may not long remain the Marketing Assistant, and then I may not much longer suffer Kevin's neglect of my working abilities.  I hate feeling like I'm not earning my wage.  If I'm going to have a lame assistant job, then I'm damn well going to be the best assistant they've ever had. 

Which is working, so far.  Sarah said another (unspecified) manager had "heard about me" and was interested in nabbing me for some other odd jobs.  Yup.  I'll be tracking over three departments across my day.  I'm well on my way to taking over the company.


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