I seriously wrote all my blogs for this week yesterday so that I can just post them each night, like I always do. Today, though, I have to write a new post because more drama bullshit went down today and I'm having a good time laughing about it.
So, you may remember Butt Leach from a prior post--the former boss that hired me, but that I haven't worked for in 20 years and who is a total douche bag. Today, I got a call from a client and was specifically instructed that they do not want her to be their underwriter. They want the other underwriter, whom I had originally assigned to them . . . we'll call her Fairy Godmother. (BTW--she really is the Fairy Godmother to my son.) The client said they don't know Butt Leach or Fairy Godmother, haven't ever worked with either, but that based upon my original recommendation, and the bullshit that they were put through a couple of weeks ago (where Butt Leach was involved), they don't want to deal with her.
I walked down to her office a couple of times and she was not around, so after trying for a third time, I sent her an email telling her that when she gets a moment, I need to talk to her about the discussion with the client. I sent her that email at 10:30 am. She didn't respond until 2:30 pm and called me. I had planned to tell her face-to-face, but since she's a coward, I just told her then and there on the phone. Now mind you, I would never just go to Butt Leach and say, "Hey, the client says you suck and they don't want you." No--I said, "The client wishes to keep the underwriter we discussed while I was out there. They trust my recommendation and have no reason to change. It's not personal. I spoke with my boss (Dorothy) and he said that the client gets what the client wants."
She seemed to accept it, but I was wrong. She was in my office about 5 minutes later, huffing and puffing, red in the face, and just angry and upset. She didn't know why she wasn't getting the chance to set things right. I told her there was nothing for her to set right. Again, it's not personal. Part of the drama was the broker for the group and the client was having a talk with him about his conduct. The client never specifically said anything about Butt Leach, just that they wanted Fairy Godmother.
Butt Leach had the nerve to tell me that she hopes I have her back and wouldn't talk about her to the client, and that she had talked so well about me to the broker. She hopes that I would talk about her the same way she talks about me to the client/broker. I assured her that "yes--I do." She's so damn stupid though that she didn't realize she put her foot in it.
Then the coup de gras . . . she asked why the client was so mad at the broker. I said that the client felt like there had been a lot of drama and one of the things the broker said to the client was, "I don't know why you're talking to Queendivakat; Butt Leach is her boss." The look on her face was priceless. It basically said, "Oh shit, busted!" Of course she denied it and has no idea why the broker would say that. I shrugged it off and said that I just laughed it off with the client, because I know that Butt Leach would never say something like that. Yeah . . . right!
Anyway, after all of this--about 30 minutes in my office--she sent an email to her boss and cc'd me, talking about all of this and she didn't think it's right, etc., etc., etc. She mentioned my boss by name in the email, but didn't have the courtesy to cc him. So . . . I forwarded it. We had a good laugh.
Then I found out that this BITCH had the nerve to go to HR last week about another email. She told the HR VP that I was mean and unprofessional in an email to her. Now mind you, I don't know which email she is talking about, but I assure you it was totally professional and to the point. She has a problem with that. Funny thing though . . . the HR VP told her to grow up and if she has an issue with me to deal with me directly. Score! I told Dorothy about this and he's livid. Tee hee hee !!!!
Bottom line ends up being a teaching experience for my son. I explained to him why I'm always telling him to behave in a certain way and react in a certain way, and to always take the high road. This way when he's almost 60 . . . yes that's correct . . . she's almost 60!!!! . . . he wouldn't act like a dumbass teenager.
That's all for now . . . Karma is kicking ass this week. Until next time, much peace and love.