The Running Commentary
I had to fetch lunch for my poor, hungry Boss as I scheduled him a rigorous, jam-packed agenda today, with absolutely no time for eating pencilled in. He cut his noon meeting short to give himself 10 minutes to stuff his face, I ran like hell, weaving through Bay Street traffic to reach the Bagel Stop across the road, then ran back to the office carrying my paper bag of sustenance, flaming Manic Panic red hair floating like a bloody halo above me. Some guy in a suit screams “Run, Lola, Run!” at me. I almost dropped the bagel from laughing so hard.

Hang-Ups
Another scheduler hung-up on me today, after leaving me on hold for three minutes while she was “checking her day-book”. She was angry because she’d been informed she could only get meeting time with my boss rather than my boss’s boss. Bite me, lady. You can’t just call Tony Comper’s office and say, “Hey, I demand 5 minutes with Tony”. You can’t just call McDonalds and demand 5 minutes with their CEO either.

Public vs. Private
What the hell makes people think that protocol is any different in the public sector? Just because you pay taxes does not make me your personal employee. Public sector means that I work for the good of the general citizenry, under the mandate set out by my Ministry. Sometimes this means prioritizing for the greater good. Sometimes this means you don’t get what you want. It’s the same as taxes. If your taxes went directly back to your house or your car instead of to our roads and our water treatment systems, there would be no point in paying them in the first place. Also? ANARCHY. ANARCHY!

200m Red Tape Backstroke
AND it should NOT take me over two weeks to buy my boss a new printer when his is fully broken, just because we are drowning in bureaucratic red tape. Dammit!