Yesterday, the summer intern for the Land Negotiator's brings me this huge stack of files. Me, being half out of it from an Excedrine Migraine tablet, takes the files. Foolishly I thought they were part of a file request that I had made. I had been told that several of those files were checked out.
THen the intern asks me to sign a piece of paper showing that I've "taken responsibility" for them. I'm puzzled but he's an intern, what does he really know.
Once he's gone I realize what the Negotiator has done. He wants me to return his files to the central file room for him.
Excuese me?! What!? When did I become your personal assistant.
To say I was livid would be an understatement.
I realize that most if not all of this company thinks very little of my department. But come on.
I told my supervisor and he shot of an email basically asking what did this guy think he was doing. Either he is totally clueless or he really is a pig... the jury is out on that still. I am NOT here to fetch and carry for that department. That's why they have a summer intern for Pete's sake!
URGH! At one point I was so angry I was shaking... it was just so insulting.
"Here, take care of this for me because I can't be bothered..."
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