Are you f**king kidding me?!?

A couple of weeks ago I was asked by the powers that be at my workplace to prepare some "notes" in the form of a memo detailing what, specifically, made my job difficult and frustrating. Now, we have to assume that they already KNEW that my job was difficult and frustrating, but being lawyers they simply wanted it in writing. Also, nothing pleases a Baby Boomer more than knowing they've inconvenienced and wasted the time of someone else.

Take into consideration that I've been here over a year now. My former co-worker actually quit her job over the things that made her job (working for the same lawyer as we were) difficult and frustrating. At one point there were weekly meetings with Human Resources and the object of our frustration and difficulty which, naturally, resulted in absolutely NOTHING. I quickly put an end to those meetings, pointing out there there was, well, no point.

So, all of that being said, you can imagine my resentment that all my previous communications in this regard went completely unheeded. However, putting that aside, I decided that I would go along with it if for no other reason than to make them sorry that they asked ME to prepare any such memorandum.

Eight pages later, I think I hit the nail on the head and left no room for any ambiguity. The same thing was asked of Humpty (Monsieur Difficult Frustration) in which he could detail the things about me which annoy him. Where mine was put together in clear black and white, with grammatically correct paragraphs and numbering, his was literally scribbled illegibly on a half sheet of yellow notepad paper.

Enough said, if you ask me. Clearly, I'm NOT the problem here.

Regardless, many of the issues raised, valid as they were, had been completely disregarded. Were it not for solicitor-client confidentiality, I would actually post here the memorandum I prepared for your own judgments, but alas, I cannot.

Somehow, in their twisted Baby Boomer Brains (or lack thereof), many of the issues I pointed out were completely unacceptable (am I the only one who thinks forging client signatures is, oh I don't know...WRONG?) on the part of Humpty, they instead twisted around to make it appear that I should be the one correcting these mistakes.

Last time I looked, it wasn't my name on the Law School Diploma.

Anyway, naturally nothing has changed since other than the relocation of my office and the complete and utter disruption of my work which is only now - 4 days later - getting close to resembling the controlled order it once was.

Since it was not MY idea to relocate my office, I offered no assistance to help, even when asked. This was met with surprise and probably some offence, of course. Apparently, I'm supposed to help facilitate the effective screwing over of my working life. They forget that I'm NOT a Baby Boomer and therefore I have no inclination to f**k myself over. It's my observation that Baby Boomers will willingly take it up the butt at every opportunity, but this again is another difference between our respective generations.

Further, my filing cabinets, which were in quite good, LOGICAL, numerical order prior to the move were also relocated. Logically, LOGICALLY, one would have thought that were you to remove the files within said cabinets prior to moving the cabinets themselves, you might take notice of the numerical filing system they were in and thus once moved, you might reinstate them into the same, orderly numerical order.

But that's just crazy-talk! Needless to say, this was not done. In fact, it's become clear that Baby Boomers are not numerically inclined whatsoever. This much is evident by the manner in which the file folders were replaced. I have to admit, it was quite entertaining this morning watching one Baby Boomer trying to assist another Baby Boomer - the latter one having recently suffered from a stroke (the 4th such life-threatening ailment in recent years - how many more chances does Humpty think he's got? More on that in another post, Faithful Readers) and therefore not altogether "with us" - in locating files which, thanks to their new and unfathomable order, were for all intents and purposes 'unfindable'.

And yet I'm - ME - supposed to get a handle on this and still produce large volumes of work with inestimable efficiency and prowess.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

If I seem a bit more venomous than in my previous posts, I can assure you it is with good reason. Logic escapes Baby Boomers even when you set it out in an 8-page memorandum they asked you to prepare in order that you might do just that. Instead, they will twist and morph the information presented to them and pervert it in ways you could not possibly have foreseen. And, on top of that, you're supposed to sit by and watch them do it with a big, shit-eating grin on your face.

Sorry, this broad don't roll like that.