You know, I desperately need a raise. And it’s not because I do so much work – it’s because of the garbage I put up with. Case in point:
Boss asks for conference call to be moved to later hour. I do so, and inform all participants of change. At appointed time, the dial-in doesn’t work and Boss asks me to call AT&T and find out why it’s not working. As I’m telling the AT&T operator what’s happening, Boss calls me again.
“I’m on the phone with an operator who’s helping me,” he says.
“I’m on the phone with an operator as well. Do you want to take care of this instead of having me do it?” I ask.
“Well, I don’t know – do you want to do it?”
I sigh heavily. “I’ll do it – go ahead and hang up with your operator.”
I get back on the line with my operator and tell him again what I need done. As he’s attempting to make the update and find out where the lines got crossed, Boss calls again.
“My operator was able to fix it,” he says. “You don’t need to worry about it.”
“Can you call everyone who is participating on the call and give them this new number?” He reads off the number.
“Sure,” I say, hanging up on him.
I have called about half of the people when I see an email pop into my box. Boss has emailed all the participants to give them the new number.
I curse. Loudly.