New Guy is damn lucky he's awesome at his job, because he's annoying as isht otherwise. His job-awesomeness makes me happy. Listening to him complain about the following makes me stabby:
1. He made an offer on a house down here, later realized the lot was too small (not enough room for burying dead hookers, I guess), rescinded his offer, lost his earnest check, and complained loudly about it. Dude, that's 100% on you--it's not like they hid the lot when you toured the house.
2. Someone keeps calling his Blackberry regarding foreclosure proceedings against the person who formerly had that phone number. For some reason, this incenses him. No, "sorry, dude, wrong number" for him--no sir! He cursed them out in broken English (which was sort of awesome to hear) and then asked me to get IT to block the caller's number. I told him to just do it on his phone if it bothers him that much, and he told me that there should be some way to get IT to do it. Y'all, if I were to ask IT to work on this, the next time I had an actual problem I'd have to wait like three weeks for them to fix it, in retaliation. I don't need to start any isht with IT.
3. We have a lot of new employees. We've always had posters with people's badge mugshots that say Blah Blah Blah welcomes: [everyone's bad yearbook photos], but as things ramp up, the posters have gotten bigger. One was sitting on our printer, and New Guy asked me why it was there. Because...someone printed it, I guess? Then he demanded to know why it had his department under his photo instead of his exact title. Note that they never put people's titles, so it's not like he was singled out. You know how much of a fvck I give what it says on the poster?
So I need a very nice STFU card.
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