OK, I need to take the Iggy Pop CD out of my computer and switch to something a bit more...calming...because I am seriously on the verge of throttling the temp who works for me right now. Normally, she is fine and I plan on hiring her full-time, as soon as I can. I have her working on a project right now, though, which is making her freak the hell out. She has come in to my office, seriously frantic, several times. She has gone to others, as well. And do you know what she's working on? She's making telephone calls and asking customers to fax us a sheet of paper. That's it. And there are only 13 customers to call! Also, apparently, if there is no phone number written down in front of her, calling directory assistance is not only something she would never think of, but is something which just adds to her overhwleming sense of misery.
She's acting like I asked her to do brain surgery, using only a textbook as her guide.
It is all I can do not to scream at her, "You're a fucking temp, woman. Make the calls and get the stuff done or I will get someone in here for whom making telephone calls is not cause for a mental breakdown."
Lord, grant me patience.
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