A bit of work-related hilarity, here. Those who know me IRL know I have a co-worker I will call IA (for Idjit Attorney.) He reminds me each and every day how lawyer jokes got started because he's the punch line for most of them. (On a personal level, he's not that bad. On a professional one...yeah. Not so much.)
At any rate, IA was on vacation this past week. His wallet got lost (or stolen) and without an ID, he couldn't board his plane. Instead of doing the rational thing and fixing his problem himself, he called his paralegal. At work. When we're all so swamped that even if we had an evil twin and a clone, we'd still be short-staffed.
His request? IA wants us to go into the DMV computer system and print out his driver's license photo so he can board his flight.
Um, no. For one, those databases are restricted---that is, unless you have a damned good reason to be there (like a pending or current criminal investigation) you don't go playing around in there. Them's the rules and breaking them means termination. (Yes, we're civil service and all that, but there are some rules you just don't break. This is one of them.)
So the paralegal pretty much handed his hat to him and told him to contact HR to see if they could fax over his work ID or something. And then she hung up on him...because, you know, she was busy.
There are a thousand IA tales in the Naked City. This has been one of them. :)
2 comments:
What a doof!
Yes, he really is. I could write an entire blog on just his antics alone, but this one really cracked me up, so I had to post it. :)
-Krista
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