- This is me, except I don’t wear dresses or have brown/ginger hair.
Over the last few days, it has been. Oh yeah. I called B on some terribly unprofessional behavior today and he was surprised. Puzzled that I wouldn’t see his point of view, but surprised, nonetheless. The backstory of the conversation is neither here nor there, except to know I’ve been trying to avoid this guy’s phone call for weeks, but have never quite succeed. And especially not today, when B picked up the call, put it on hold (knowing I didn’t want to talk to him) and sauntered to my desk to tell me who was on the line.
After I’d picked the damn phone up and given myself away.
I had someone at the counter waiting for me, so I asked B to take the call back and tell the caller I’d been pulled into a meeting. No big deal. I’ve done a hundred million bazillion times in my life for people, telling little white lies down the telephone wires
I am blue, B is green.
“What did you say to him when you picked up the phone?”
“I didn’t. I hung up on him.”
“Come on, what did you say?”
“I hung up on him.”
“Oh. That probably wasn’t the thing to do, you know.”
“I don’t care.”
“It was rude.”
“It’s rude that I’ve been asked to handle a problem that’s not mine to handle.”
“Are you effin’ serious? Asking you to tell him I’ve stepped into meeting hardly counts as handling the problem. That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s not my problem to handle.”
“I asked you to pretty much take a message. And you hung up on him.”
“It’s teh Y’s problem to deal with. Let her talk to him. When she’s not in a meeting.”
This utterly fucktastical conversation was peppered with bits of nervous (or incredulous that I would dare question him?) laughter on B’s part and much tongue-biting on mine, but just proves to me again what a child this boy is. He has no more clue about anything but himself and how far his head is up his own ass than I do about…um, physics. When teh Y got wind of it (yes, I told her about it), she was pretty mad and will address the absolute unprofessional behavior in the next staff meeting. I wish she’d call him out on it; I think that’s what he needs and badly. But she’ll be diplomatic, not wanting him to know I told her what had happened. I told her I didn’t care if he did.
We all have our moments, gods know, but he hung up on someone without provocation, without any reason behind it except it wasn’t his problem to deal with. This isn’t the first time this attitude of his has manifested itself by a long shot, but it is the most annoying.
There are times to hang up on someone and it’s totally acceptable: when someone is cussing you out or when you’re getting your passive-aggressive groove on and calling your girlfriend from work and hanging up on her when she answers the front office phone at her job. Okay, well, one of those examples is not so much an example, but a confession of long-abandoned behavior that was engaged in for quite a while yots and yots of years ago, on both sides of that particular coin.
I haven’t determined if it’s PMS or exhaustion or finally learning how to speak my mind outloud or a lack of patience for this type of bullshit or what…this is not the only time this week such a thing has occurred, but it is the only one I’m going public on.
There. I feel much better now that’s off my chest.
