I don't think I have ever blogged about our wonderfully weird text processing operator. She is highly competent, a real treasure. We will be lost without her when she retires in a few months. But she is vocal and has very politically incorrect ways of expressing herself.
My fave, which was said in relation to the incompetents that surround us: "This place needs a Hitler. When we get stupid questions, we say off to the gas chamber!"
Today was a great one. We are stuck with a task that nobody seems to be in charge of. We need info and documentation, and nobody knows where to find it. So she goes into our (stressed-out, diabetic, koo koo) boss's office and takes a piece of paper. She draws a box and writes the name RIZZUTTO in it. She's said: You see that? That's the name of a boss! You tell me, where is the boss here? Where is the person who can tell us what to do? Where's Rizzutto?
1 comment:
where IS rizzutto?
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