From: Rhonda
Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 15:30:52 -0800 (PST)
To: The BOFHcam Bloke <bofh@bofhcam.org>

It has been a long and horrible week. 
I got a promotion.  Did I ask for this promotion?  NO.
Did I want want this promotion?  NO. 
*sigh*
I am the Administrative Research Assistant for our Litigation division.  I do 
this well.  I am now the Administrative Research Assistant for Legal, Federal 
Compliance and Loan Policy Division, as well as Congressional Inquiries.
More work, not much more pay. 
*sigh* 
All week I have been training MY new assistant.
Well, he WAS my new assistant.  
Monday, he didn't like the printer he was assigned to, because it wasn't close 
enought to his desk. 
He reassigned his printer.
He downloaded the American Kennel Club on his PC for a screen saver.  Not what 
he was given. 
Tuesday, he decided to hook his computer to the fax modem. And add some really 
cool graphics.  
Wednesday.
He no longer has a computer. 
The PC is there.  Nothing in it.  No graphics.  No fax.  No screen saver.  No 
Word, Excel, Groupwise, Rumba, nothing.  I did warn him. 
Why do men never listen, hmmm?
Stuart's extension (our Tech Support) is 6666.  The reason there are four sixes 
is because that is the way our phone system is set.  He should have only been 
given three.  I told my new assistant, call the sixes.  And by the way, I am 
going to lunch. I don't care if it is 9:00am.
I am not hanging around for this.
Too late.  I should have known.  Here comes Stuart.  His fangs are already fully 
extended, as are his claws.  His eyes are blood red. 
I considered hiding under my desk, but honestly, what's the use?
The first thing my new assistant says is "I didn't do it".
*sigh*
Apparently, after I left Tuesday evening, he tried to "upgrade" MY PC with all 
the neat stuff he added to his PC, cause after all, "it only has to go through
the cable under our desks and they are right next to each other".
I went to lunch.  And the doctor. 
Came back at 1:00pm and my new assistant had quit in the interim and I am 
resigned to 12 hour days until I find someone foolish (or intelligent?) enough 
to
replace him.  
And, my mouse is gone.  My favorite mouse. 
In its place is a sticky note.  "Never again leave a moron alone in YOUR office 
with a PC or YOU will not have a computer."
When I was making my escape, I hit my foot on the corner of my desk and broke my 
little toe. 
It is only Wednesday.
*sigh*