Kwummy August 29th, 2007
One of the things I hate about where I work is this one employee who is very controlling. She’s very snide and always does her best to belittle you.
We were looking into purchasing a software upgrade that I thought was $135 a year. I simply misread the invoice and it was actually $1350 a year. Honest mistake, but a big one. I know that and I felt foolish for having made the mistake.
First of all, this shouldn’t even be my job. But, I digress.
I knew she’d get all pissy about it, which she did. Granted, instead of replying to all she did only reply to me, which is typically not her style. Which is why in the beginning I was very nice about it.
I owned up to it in an email and put the blame solely on my shoulders [pay attention to the part I bold here]:
Yes, I am sorry. I read the form wrong. It’s actually on the [company] site. You have to log-in to your account to view the screen. You go to manage users and then add more users. Once you get there you have to look at your invoice.
I’ll describe:
There were two columns, one mentioned the licenses were $112 and that tax was $135. I thought the $135 was the cost of the license. I mixed up the columns, even then, it’s a *monthly* charge, so it’s $112 a month plus tax.
It’s my mistake and I apologize.
She replies with her typical BS thanking me for “fessing up” [her words] and admits people make mistakes.
It’s over, right?
Wrong.
I get into work today and I see this email:
P.s. - you might want to re-read this email; here you say the license is $112. Still a far cry from $1350.
Cheers
Normally, I would let this go despite the fact she was dead wrong, but I’ve about had it with her attitude. I no longer give a hoot if she’s the Vice President or the CEO. I’m not going to let her try and make a fool out of me, especially when she’s incorrect.
My reply:
Actually, at the end of the email I said it’s $112 a *month*, which it is. It’s $112 month plus tax.
I understand how some of you wouldn’t really find anything wrong with my email. However, around here, my going back and forth with her is tantamount to slapping her in the face. I don’t care, though. She was wrong and I wasn’t going to put up with her shit.
She replied:
Good job [Kevin]- you’re on top it. Thanks for the clarification!
I don’t know if this will actually be the end of it or not. I’m sure she doesn’t appreciate me correcting her…even though she was wrong.
Anyway, I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working here, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that’s on the worst day of my life.