Yes, We Got the Emails. All of Them.

It’s the weekend. FINALLY. There’s only so much of my co-workers I can take before I need a medically-mandated break.

First the office gossip is making secret plots to try and take the bosses job, and EVERYONE besides him can see it. Then he leaves and she goes full-on dictator for about two weeks. And now she’s bored of it, I guess? She’s just drifting round the office, hovering behind our desks like a little lost puppy. I don’t understand this woman.

And if I get one more email about the state of our Melbourne conveyancing clients I’m going to scream. Yes, we have conveyancing clients. We have the big meeting with them on Thursday. I’ve done countless hours of research around property conveyancing and know all the ins and outs. We have ALL brushed up on conveyancing solicitor terms so we know what we’re talking about. And we knew all of this…several weeks ago. And yet Sandrine has been emailing us daily, and sometimes even twice a day: ‘Just a reminder, everyone get ready for the big conveyancing meeting!’ ‘Me again, ha ha! Just letting you know that it’ll be at 2pm, so make sure you’re back from lunch on time!’ ‘In regards to the conveyancing meeting, just an extra note to make sure you read up on the sale of land act, because we might not have time to go over it. Keep up the good work, ha ha!’

I can’t figure her out. Maybe she’s lost her purpose, now that she has everything she ever wanted? I guess she should’ve set her heights a little higher than just owning this office. And then, what is is they say about the chains of leadership? They drag you down into…something, I think. If that’s the case, I hope I never get promoted, because I don’t want to end up like that.

Oh…wait what? It’s SATURDAY. We KNOW we’re meeting with a representative of Melbourne’s conveyancing solicitors. Go home!


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