I just went to an upscale apartment building on Park Avenue in the Upper East Side. I told the Conceirge what apt I was going to.
I get in the elevator and press the floor; it doesn’t light up; I press it again; doesn’t light up; I press it again. Another woman in the elevator says to me ‘The conceirge presses the button from the desk’. I replied ‘Well, I guess it gives him something to do all day’
Her reply ‘No, so we don’t need an elevator operator’
Have people forgotten how to press elevator buttons?
O.k…this is a true story. I worked in a really busy office so my boss hired another assistant. My college spends all morning sitting with her showing her the ropes and she’s just got this sort glazed over smile on her face. I’m wondering is anything sinking in or is this day a throw away?
So lunch time come and I offer to take her out. You know, bond a little. She said no, that she needs to run some errands and leaves.
She never came back. At first we’re like the never taking such a long lunch on your first day! Who does that? After two hours I said, that chick is gone. My boss wanted to call the police cause he thought something happened to her. So he pulls out her resume and calls her cell. Leaves her a message that he’s worried etc. Her HUSBAND calls back saying she’s not interested in the position any longer and that…my boss can send her paycheck for the mornings work to the house!?!?! NERVE??
Man did we dodge a bullet! Her walking out was the best thing that could ever have happened to us.
you know- I think I’m done with brownstoner for awhile. Now lechacal takes a swipe at me over the iq thing. Sorry folks are so offended but it’s the truth- it is what it is. I don’t think I’m smarter or better than anyone else- its a number but when you spend your childhood being told you’re stupid and then everyone goes nuts when they find out you aren’t, you’re just nearly deaf, I find it hard to appreciate being made out like I’m lying. Especially by people who have never even met me. But yet I’m accused of starting fights. Yeah- how’s that work?
i agree mopar. my uncle was a nasty f*ck who used to beat on his girlfriends. the cops were called to my apt as a kid many many times until my grandfather had had enough and popped him good in the nose and almost broke it. granted violence of that nature isnt justified either. seriously tho my grandfather would never have dared to lay a hand on his wife i have no clue where my uncle learned that. but i guess it isnt always something that you pick up from other people, even tho a lot of the time it is. im so glad i will not be spreading my genetic seed, the universe has done something right lol.
dinner tonight? hmmm i think i might make some mac n cheese. (from a box, not scratch) tho i used to make some good mac n cheese from scratch… who was it here who said they made a wicked mac and cheese dish? montrose?
bxgirl i totally didnt mean to open up that can of worms! i was pretty much just pushing your buttons (you do have a tendency to get all riled up)
*rob*
I wonder what the condo maintenace charges are in that building, BRG.
I just went to an upscale apartment building on Park Avenue in the Upper East Side. I told the Conceirge what apt I was going to.
I get in the elevator and press the floor; it doesn’t light up; I press it again; doesn’t light up; I press it again. Another woman in the elevator says to me ‘The conceirge presses the button from the desk’. I replied ‘Well, I guess it gives him something to do all day’
Her reply ‘No, so we don’t need an elevator operator’
Have people forgotten how to press elevator buttons?
She didn’t give notice. Don’t send anything.
bxgrl….I take personal hits here all the time. Don’t go.
Aww Bxgrl, don’t go on account of them! You just put the haters on ignore and let it go.
O.k…this is a true story. I worked in a really busy office so my boss hired another assistant. My college spends all morning sitting with her showing her the ropes and she’s just got this sort glazed over smile on her face. I’m wondering is anything sinking in or is this day a throw away?
So lunch time come and I offer to take her out. You know, bond a little. She said no, that she needs to run some errands and leaves.
She never came back. At first we’re like the never taking such a long lunch on your first day! Who does that? After two hours I said, that chick is gone. My boss wanted to call the police cause he thought something happened to her. So he pulls out her resume and calls her cell. Leaves her a message that he’s worried etc. Her HUSBAND calls back saying she’s not interested in the position any longer and that…my boss can send her paycheck for the mornings work to the house!?!?! NERVE??
Man did we dodge a bullet! Her walking out was the best thing that could ever have happened to us.
you know- I think I’m done with brownstoner for awhile. Now lechacal takes a swipe at me over the iq thing. Sorry folks are so offended but it’s the truth- it is what it is. I don’t think I’m smarter or better than anyone else- its a number but when you spend your childhood being told you’re stupid and then everyone goes nuts when they find out you aren’t, you’re just nearly deaf, I find it hard to appreciate being made out like I’m lying. Especially by people who have never even met me. But yet I’m accused of starting fights. Yeah- how’s that work?
i agree mopar. my uncle was a nasty f*ck who used to beat on his girlfriends. the cops were called to my apt as a kid many many times until my grandfather had had enough and popped him good in the nose and almost broke it. granted violence of that nature isnt justified either. seriously tho my grandfather would never have dared to lay a hand on his wife i have no clue where my uncle learned that. but i guess it isnt always something that you pick up from other people, even tho a lot of the time it is. im so glad i will not be spreading my genetic seed, the universe has done something right lol.
dinner tonight? hmmm i think i might make some mac n cheese. (from a box, not scratch) tho i used to make some good mac n cheese from scratch… who was it here who said they made a wicked mac and cheese dish? montrose?
*rob*
Sounds more like a poltergeist than a mockingbird.