Extra Monday? Wait no it's Thursday!
07-05-2018, 10:58 AM
#9
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Today is going to be one of those days.
Coworker has been watching "soldier comes home" videos. He's over in his cubicle sniffling hella loud and repeatedly. I finally had to go over and say something.
Me: "If those videos are so upsetting, stop watching them."
Cw: [eyes bloodshot and cheeks covered in tears] "They're not upsetting. It's quite the opposite."
Me: "Well, you look and sound upset. Also, you're sniffling very loudly and repeatedly."
Cw: [confused] "I'm not *sniff* sniffling. *sniff* I don't sniffle. *sniff*"
I just walked away.
I get back to my desk and I get an email that was forwarded to me by boss (Section Chief) from his boss (Branch Chief).
Original email:
"I work in [a city NOT in California] with a welding fabrication facility. We want to compliment our current inspection capabilities by adding radiographic inspection using isotope Cobalt 60 or Iridium 192. I was on line seeking information on this task. I came across your Web site and thought you might be able to steer me in the right direction or provide a point of contact to began this process. For starts, what is the time frame for this activity.
Regards,
[withheld]"
Email from Branch to Section:
"See email from gentleman in [not California]. Please assist."
Email from Section to me:
"See email from gentleman in [not California] regarding radiography. Please assist."
They both acknowledged the guy was not from California, but instead of telling him to go to that State's radiation control agency to ask about getting a license, they just forwarded it down the food chain.
I respond to the original email:
"Good morning, [withheld].
If you are wanting to use or possess radioactive materials in the State of [not California], you will need to contact the Radiation Control Bureau of the [not California] Department of Environment. The bureau chief is [that guy]. They can be reached at ***-***-**** or via email at [that.guy]@**.**."
To which I get the following response:
"Oh. OK."
Hey. I'm moving to Australia. I'm going to get a driver's license from Iceland and apply for citizenship on Mars.
Coworker has been watching "soldier comes home" videos. He's over in his cubicle sniffling hella loud and repeatedly. I finally had to go over and say something.
Me: "If those videos are so upsetting, stop watching them."
Cw: [eyes bloodshot and cheeks covered in tears] "They're not upsetting. It's quite the opposite."
Me: "Well, you look and sound upset. Also, you're sniffling very loudly and repeatedly."
Cw: [confused] "I'm not *sniff* sniffling. *sniff* I don't sniffle. *sniff*"
I just walked away.
I get back to my desk and I get an email that was forwarded to me by boss (Section Chief) from his boss (Branch Chief).
Original email:
"I work in [a city NOT in California] with a welding fabrication facility. We want to compliment our current inspection capabilities by adding radiographic inspection using isotope Cobalt 60 or Iridium 192. I was on line seeking information on this task. I came across your Web site and thought you might be able to steer me in the right direction or provide a point of contact to began this process. For starts, what is the time frame for this activity.
Regards,
[withheld]"
Email from Branch to Section:
"See email from gentleman in [not California]. Please assist."
Email from Section to me:
"See email from gentleman in [not California] regarding radiography. Please assist."
They both acknowledged the guy was not from California, but instead of telling him to go to that State's radiation control agency to ask about getting a license, they just forwarded it down the food chain.
I respond to the original email:
"Good morning, [withheld].
If you are wanting to use or possess radioactive materials in the State of [not California], you will need to contact the Radiation Control Bureau of the [not California] Department of Environment. The bureau chief is [that guy]. They can be reached at ***-***-**** or via email at [that.guy]@**.**."
To which I get the following response:
"Oh. OK."
Hey. I'm moving to Australia. I'm going to get a driver's license from Iceland and apply for citizenship on Mars.
07-05-2018, 12:38 PM
#11
Today is going to be one of those days.
Coworker has been watching "soldier comes home" videos. He's over in his cubicle sniffling hella loud and repeatedly. I finally had to go over and say something.
Me: "If those videos are so upsetting, stop watching them."
Cw: [eyes bloodshot and cheeks covered in tears] "They're not upsetting. It's quite the opposite."
Me: "Well, you look and sound upset. Also, you're sniffling very loudly and repeatedly."
Cw: [confused] "I'm not *sniff* sniffling. *sniff* I don't sniffle. *sniff*"
I just walked away.
I get back to my desk and I get an email that was forwarded to me by boss (Section Chief) from his boss (Branch Chief).
Original email:
"I work in [a city NOT in California] with a welding fabrication facility. We want to compliment our current inspection capabilities by adding radiographic inspection using isotope Cobalt 60 or Iridium 192. I was on line seeking information on this task. I came across your Web site and thought you might be able to steer me in the right direction or provide a point of contact to began this process. For starts, what is the time frame for this activity.
Regards,
[withheld]"
Email from Branch to Section:
"See email from gentleman in [not California]. Please assist."
Email from Section to me:
"See email from gentleman in [not California] regarding radiography. Please assist."
They both acknowledged the guy was not from California, but instead of telling him to go to that State's radiation control agency to ask about getting a license, they just forwarded it down the food chain.
I respond to the original email:
"Good morning, [withheld].
If you are wanting to use or possess radioactive materials in the State of [not California], you will need to contact the Radiation Control Bureau of the [not California] Department of Environment. The bureau chief is [that guy]. They can be reached at ***-***-**** or via email at [that.guy]@**.**."
To which I get the following response:
"Oh. OK."
Hey. I'm moving to Australia. I'm going to get a driver's license from Iceland and apply for citizenship on Mars.
Coworker has been watching "soldier comes home" videos. He's over in his cubicle sniffling hella loud and repeatedly. I finally had to go over and say something.
Me: "If those videos are so upsetting, stop watching them."
Cw: [eyes bloodshot and cheeks covered in tears] "They're not upsetting. It's quite the opposite."
Me: "Well, you look and sound upset. Also, you're sniffling very loudly and repeatedly."
Cw: [confused] "I'm not *sniff* sniffling. *sniff* I don't sniffle. *sniff*"
I just walked away.
I get back to my desk and I get an email that was forwarded to me by boss (Section Chief) from his boss (Branch Chief).
Original email:
"I work in [a city NOT in California] with a welding fabrication facility. We want to compliment our current inspection capabilities by adding radiographic inspection using isotope Cobalt 60 or Iridium 192. I was on line seeking information on this task. I came across your Web site and thought you might be able to steer me in the right direction or provide a point of contact to began this process. For starts, what is the time frame for this activity.
Regards,
[withheld]"
Email from Branch to Section:
"See email from gentleman in [not California]. Please assist."
Email from Section to me:
"See email from gentleman in [not California] regarding radiography. Please assist."
They both acknowledged the guy was not from California, but instead of telling him to go to that State's radiation control agency to ask about getting a license, they just forwarded it down the food chain.
I respond to the original email:
"Good morning, [withheld].
If you are wanting to use or possess radioactive materials in the State of [not California], you will need to contact the Radiation Control Bureau of the [not California] Department of Environment. The bureau chief is [that guy]. They can be reached at ***-***-**** or via email at [that.guy]@**.**."
To which I get the following response:
"Oh. OK."
Hey. I'm moving to Australia. I'm going to get a driver's license from Iceland and apply for citizenship on Mars.
the best part was the follow up of "yup, that's exactly what I was going to say too, thanks"
THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU!!!???????
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