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lavandarlizard2) wrote2012-06-10 09:39 am
lavandarlizard2) wrote2012-06-10 09:39 am
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Sunday Banshee
Soooo... Let's see how this works out... I'm trying out the .odt thing in Open Office. Hopefully it is not lying in wait to chew on my ankle. ^___^
Just as an aside to pretty much everything, receiving a mental health diagnosis from a real doctor goes a long way toward dispelling the notion of being carted away by the big men in the white coats. I'm not crazy! I really am crazy! Um... Disturbed? Or... challenged? O_o Whatever. I have a diagnosis! Bite me! ^___^
BFB – Part 104 – Freaky
The next morning, I found a message on my phone from Ctik – I had a sudden moment of pride – my centuries-old vamp had learned the ways of texting! And so quickly! The message asked if it would be possible for him to visit his family this evening. He had checked the times of sundown and said he could be ready at twenty minutes till, if I agreed.
I sent a confirming reply and then called the Port Room to make a reservation. There I ran into a snag.
Remember that I am the most junior member of the MIO, which does put me at the bottom of our chain of command. However, according to Ms Cranky Badger earlier this week and to Tiffany yesterday in conversation, I am apparently senior in the order-giving hierarchy over most other departments and sections. In other words, if I want to arrange a port for a tame vampire, I am fully authorized to do so.
Unfortunately, having the authority and being able to use the authority are two separate things. The Port Room day supervisor claimed to be under no such authority and suggested that I have my request okayed by my superior, who would then call her superior. She rambled something about having interns and being responsible for them. We went back and forth for a couple of minutes, until Heero suddenly plucked the phone from my hand and snarled into it.
“Ms Gonzonga,” he growled, “What part of ‘request for port reservation’ did you fail to understand?” He listened, narrow-eyed and annoyed for a moment. “Give the phone to Ms Tenhalter,” he commanded sharply. “I *said*, give the phone to Ms Tenhalter!”
Oh my. Someone was not listening to the Voice of Doom. Not a good way to start the day…
“Good morning, Ms Tenhalter,” said Heero in a very different tone. “Duo is attempting to schedule a port for a client; why is this a problem?” He listened for a moment. “Ms Gonzonga’s taste in fiction will not be reflecting on the performance of her duties as Day Supervisor.” That was not a question or a suggestion; it was an order. Oooh… Way to piss off a co-worker!
“Thank you,” said Heero after a brief silence. “If it becomes necessary for similar mediation in the future, there will be staffing changes.” He snapped the phone shut.
“Gonzonga has apparently confused juvenile fiction with reality and is afraid of Ctik,” he growled. “Has this sort of thing happened before?” he demanded. “Other sections refusing to cooperate with you?”
Much as I hate cans of worms, I hate being blown off on legitimate requests even more.
“Um… Occasionally. Nothing that could be called major, but I have had to get backup from Tiffany or Enrique a couple of times.”
After the week Heero had already had, he was just itching for someone to barbeque. I didn’t want to be in the middle, not with my deadline getting closer by the minute.
“They’ve had to confirm that I’m not just some admin clerk…” He rumbled deep in his chest. If anything pisses him off, it’s having the authority of our office questioned by Wizards who should know better. “Um… Heero?”
He yanked me to him for another of those bruising kisses, then nudged me toward the door. “Your busy day awaits. I will catch up to you after I have a conversation with some people.”
In other words, he intended to apply some fresh orifices to certain supervisors. Maybe I should have tried to talk him out of it, but you know… I am heartily sick of having to justify every request I make with some offices.
I plucked my phone back from him, grinned and said, “Have fun, big guy!” on my way out.
Just as an aside to pretty much everything, receiving a mental health diagnosis from a real doctor goes a long way toward dispelling the notion of being carted away by the big men in the white coats. I'm not crazy! I really am crazy! Um... Disturbed? Or... challenged? O_o Whatever. I have a diagnosis! Bite me! ^___^
BFB – Part 104 – Freaky
The next morning, I found a message on my phone from Ctik – I had a sudden moment of pride – my centuries-old vamp had learned the ways of texting! And so quickly! The message asked if it would be possible for him to visit his family this evening. He had checked the times of sundown and said he could be ready at twenty minutes till, if I agreed.
I sent a confirming reply and then called the Port Room to make a reservation. There I ran into a snag.
Remember that I am the most junior member of the MIO, which does put me at the bottom of our chain of command. However, according to Ms Cranky Badger earlier this week and to Tiffany yesterday in conversation, I am apparently senior in the order-giving hierarchy over most other departments and sections. In other words, if I want to arrange a port for a tame vampire, I am fully authorized to do so.
Unfortunately, having the authority and being able to use the authority are two separate things. The Port Room day supervisor claimed to be under no such authority and suggested that I have my request okayed by my superior, who would then call her superior. She rambled something about having interns and being responsible for them. We went back and forth for a couple of minutes, until Heero suddenly plucked the phone from my hand and snarled into it.
“Ms Gonzonga,” he growled, “What part of ‘request for port reservation’ did you fail to understand?” He listened, narrow-eyed and annoyed for a moment. “Give the phone to Ms Tenhalter,” he commanded sharply. “I *said*, give the phone to Ms Tenhalter!”
Oh my. Someone was not listening to the Voice of Doom. Not a good way to start the day…
“Good morning, Ms Tenhalter,” said Heero in a very different tone. “Duo is attempting to schedule a port for a client; why is this a problem?” He listened for a moment. “Ms Gonzonga’s taste in fiction will not be reflecting on the performance of her duties as Day Supervisor.” That was not a question or a suggestion; it was an order. Oooh… Way to piss off a co-worker!
“Thank you,” said Heero after a brief silence. “If it becomes necessary for similar mediation in the future, there will be staffing changes.” He snapped the phone shut.
“Gonzonga has apparently confused juvenile fiction with reality and is afraid of Ctik,” he growled. “Has this sort of thing happened before?” he demanded. “Other sections refusing to cooperate with you?”
Much as I hate cans of worms, I hate being blown off on legitimate requests even more.
“Um… Occasionally. Nothing that could be called major, but I have had to get backup from Tiffany or Enrique a couple of times.”
After the week Heero had already had, he was just itching for someone to barbeque. I didn’t want to be in the middle, not with my deadline getting closer by the minute.
“They’ve had to confirm that I’m not just some admin clerk…” He rumbled deep in his chest. If anything pisses him off, it’s having the authority of our office questioned by Wizards who should know better. “Um… Heero?”
He yanked me to him for another of those bruising kisses, then nudged me toward the door. “Your busy day awaits. I will catch up to you after I have a conversation with some people.”
In other words, he intended to apply some fresh orifices to certain supervisors. Maybe I should have tried to talk him out of it, but you know… I am heartily sick of having to justify every request I make with some offices.
I plucked my phone back from him, grinned and said, “Have fun, big guy!” on my way out.
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It's tough sometimes being the new kid in the office. ^___^ But that's what dragons are for. *snicker*
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I really wonder what might happen if Duo, easy going as he is, really lost his temper and let the banshee out.
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Don't you wish there was a way to get a Wyvern to help deal with all the tape you go thru? I do!
*hugs*
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"Ms Gonzonga’s taste in fiction will not be reflecting on the performance of her duties as Day Supervisor.” Ha!
(It really is such a relief to have a diagnosis, isn't it? "No, I'm not imagining it! There really is something wrong." That, and having diagnosis = can get treatment, whatever shape that may take for you. I'm very glad to hear this news and I hope it goes well for you. ^___^)
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Certain Wizards really should know that if someone from the MIO is porting a vampire, Q is guaranteed to know about it. ^___^
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But, eh, it's your story write it the way you please.
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And there will still be that one jackass who refuses to believe that they could possibly mean him. Or her. And they will be shocked - shocked I tell you! - when they get their butt bitten off. *snork!*
And these days, they will try to use Asperger's as an excuse. ^____^
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I have a lot of past experience letting my mind wander into 'creative' rooms. Good thing I still know the difference between fantasy and reality. ^___~
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*snorfle giggle*
Will we get to meet Ms Gonzonga when the port is made? *bats eyelashes* That could be fun...
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It is very possible that Ms Gonzonga will need to take some sick time after listening to Heero. ^___^ He's had a tough week and he isn't in a very good mood.
We may get to meet her at some point, though. ^___^
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