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BOFH: My diary is MINE and mine alone, you petty HR gimps
Read carefully before bursting in here like that
Playing the bastards at their own game
"I'm quite busy at the moment - as you can see." I lie. Luckily a php stub to randomly redirect anyone who clicks on the company's "about us" link to a porn site is "like the matrix" to her so I can't be proved wrong.
"Well if you could make a bit of time available - probably only 10 minutes - it'd really help."
If they only need 10 minutes the evidence must be pretty damning...
"Look I'm sure I'll be free the week after next - or sometime around then," I lie, making a mental note to block out my diary for the next five weeks.
"How about now?" she asks
"Oh, I'd love to, but I have a lunchtime meeting!" I say, grabbing my coat.
Quarter of an hour later the Boss, the Director and an HR dweeb interrupt my intake of a balanced diet of lager sandwiches and sit down at the table opposite me.
"If the mountain won't come..." the Boss says.
"Oh come on. You could lose a few kilos, sure, but you're hardly a mountain. Okay, 20kgs, but still..."
"This is exactly what I was talking about," the Boss snaps to the HR dweeb.
"Yes, well, we're sorry to interrupt you, but it looks like you don't have a lunchtime meeting after all." the HR dweeb says
"He didn't turn up," I say.
"BE THAT AS IT MAY," the Director booms. "We may as well sort this out right now."
"Sort what out?"
"You... called him... an arsehole!" the Director says, pacing his words like a stage actor while pointing at the Boss. "At a staff meeting - in front of witnesses!"
"I did not!"
"You did," the Boss simpers back.
"Ridiculous!" I return. "You weren't even there! I was simply asked whether I'd characterise the Boss as an arsehole and I'd said no. As far as character goes, he's less of an arsehole and more of a semicolon."
"RIGHT!" the Boss shouts, once he's had time to process that.
Which meant I had time to get another pint in.
"I have to inform you that this will lead to disciplinary action," the HR dweeb tells me sternly.
"I hardly think there's any need for that," I counter
"No. I mean you may have started a disciplinary process without informing me ahead of time, as required in my contract. You may have denied me the opportunity to have a support person or counsel present when you presented your complaints to me; you may have even made an accusation without obtaining a first-hand report, but I'm not the spiteful type. Live and let live - that's my motto."
And as quick as it was formed, this posse is disbanded.
The next day the Boss is ringing me first thing in the morning with apologetic tones oozing down the line.
"What's happened to my monitors?"
"Oh, there was a recall on your LCDs so we've just temporarily replaced them while we get them sorted. Something about the power leads, apparently. Luckily we had a couple of these down in the basement which are exactly the same size as your old ones."
"So how do I switch them on?"
"Oh, of course - I put them on a separate power point as they take a... fraction... more power than your LCDs. Just flip the switch on the wall."
I could swear all the fluro tubes on the floor flicker as he flips the switch and the sound of static fills my hands-free speaker. It wouldn't surprise me if Wi-Fi for a couple of building radii around us has been overwhelmed with oddball interference. Far off in the distance, I can hear the Boss asking me something but I'm not too sure what it is... and then the answer to his question hits me.