The Lemonade Stand

When I was a tiny Bee I always loved the lemonade stand. I loved the way the lemons smelled, fresh and tasty, the bright yellow of their skin, the little cups that only cost a dime. It was an ideal treat for a summer's day.

I loved lemonade stands until I started working at the lemonade stand. Then all the dirty business of lemonade stands became apparent to me and what used to be a sweet tart treat became a bureaucratic nightmare.

I, obviously, don't really work at a lemonade stand. This blog is my quiet protest at the arrogance of the government run organization that employs me. I work with some amazing people - some of them are even in upper management! - but some of them are narcissistic, stupid, and due for a public flogging. This is their public floggingg, without actually identifying the real individual. Or giving them an actual flogging. It's not that kind of government job.

And I actually don't want to get fired for this because I sort of love most aspects of my job. I just want to share the moronic/strange behavior of a few choice individuals. Really. You won't believe people who have university degrees, masters degrees, and MBAs are this stupid. Here's an example of one encounter I had recently with a coworker.

I stumble across an angry co-worker beating a a brand new photocopier with the palms of her hands. She slaps it on the sides and on the top and gives it a sound kick to the base.

A: I can't get this fucking photocopier to work! This thing is like totally broken.

Bee looks at photocopier and flips a switch.

Bee: It helps to turn it on first.

A: Oh. (photocopies page and walks away)

What makes this worse is that A is actually in a management position, and a community representative. She has two undergrad degrees, plus a masters. And a lot of weirdly distributed rage taken out on innocent office tools, co-workers, and once, a potted plant. She also makes her own pants. Apparently the ones sold in stores don't fit her right so she takes to the sewing machine with the most unbelievable fabric around. Palm trees are not what I normally consider to be common on pants, in the winter, in CANADA. You can see why I need to share. Who does that? The world needs to know people like this exist. I want to help spread the word.

So that's what this blog is - stories about work, people I encounter when I work with the public, and maybe a little commentary on some other stuff. I'll try to temper the work related anger with some humor, but sometimes this place might be a small angry blog about work. I'm sure you can relate.

Feel free to leave your own stories in the comments. But remember, details will get YOU fired. Keep it covert, folks. Best to be employed and angry than unemployed, broke, and angry.

Bee!