I Wish You Had Asked Me About The Post-it Notes
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I Wish You Had Asked Me About The Post-it Notes
It is the weekend (at the same bank as before) and this Wannabe WuMan at this investment bank has essentially created a universe in which she is the high commander. I have been at this bank for years and years and I could walk up to Wannabe WuMan and blow her brains out and get away with it, my position is secure.
Wannabe WuMan, a new hire analyst who will be on the street looking for work in two years, has requested all of these temps to assist her on her idiot little insignificant shit. If the work was actually important why would they give it to her to do? And on a fucking weekend?
Wannabe WuMan is presiding over us temps as if she has the power of life and death. At one point Wannabe WuMan asks me what time I came in, apparently Wannabe WuMan is keeping track of how many hours I work and how much money I make.
After doing edits to the idiot's documents and thinking I’m done with her, the idiot hands me this big fucking gigantic document with like 20 or 30 fucking post-it notes on every fucking page. Wannabe WuMan says “I need three copies of this” and she doesn’t even mention the post-it notes all over the thing (like she can’t see them or something).
So, I rip out all of the fucking post-it notes and I ball them all thogether into this giant fucking post-it ball. I hand Wannabe WuMan three copies of the document and the giant ball of post-it notes. Wannabe WuMan looks up at me and somewhat sadly says “I wish you had asked me about the post-it notes”.
