Another lunch hour delayed by my coworker who hadn’t returned on time and I was steaming; I was already required to take the last lunch break and my stomach was growling in accompaniment to my mounting agitation.
It was an everyday thing, she’d return from lunch five to ten minutes late, and then take another ten to fifteen minutes in the restroom before returning to her desk so I could leave; never an apology, no response to my request for more timely returns, and obviously no concern for my desire to eat lunch too.
Finally I’d had enough and approached my supervisor to request some assistance in having “Miss Thing” either trade lunch schedules with me or return to her desk at the scheduled time.
“Well you know that our boss requires Admin Assistants to be present from twelve to one o’clock so I can’t switch your schedules,” she said impatiently, “you’re just going to have to learn to be more flexible and not let it bother you.”
Payback time came when said supervisor was throwing a fit because the boss was requiring her to give up her large corner office for a new young attorney that he’d hired.
I couldn’t help myself; popping my head in her doorway I said with a sweet smile, “I guess you’re just going to have to learn to be more flexible.”