i'm the boss....and don't you forget it!

i need to start off by saying i am a horrible blogger lately and i'm very sorry for that.

so i have this employee that drives me totally, completely, utterly insane. i hired her because at the time i was desperate for help. i needed someone....anyone. now i'm paying for it. she just happens to be the mother of one of my other (good) employees. so now i can't exactly get rid of her.

first of all, she's old. not that i have anything against old people, but they're not exactly my target market, nor the people who typically enjoy working on glittery products. i'm not trying to be mean, but i'm not entirely sure that she's all there. she doesn't seem to understand basic concepts sometimes which make one wonder if there's a few brain cells missing somewhere. among many other annoyances revolving around her, my biggest problem is that she doesn't seem to understand the concept of business hours.

i really feel that i am super flexible with my employees and i've worked out solutions to help them all be able to work at their convenience. all of them work from their own homes with supplies that i provide for them. they each come to my office once or twice a week to pick up orders and drop off finished one. because some of them have other jobs, not everyone can make it to my office during typical business hours. i have also devised a solution for this. step 1. they call me and let me know when they'll be coming. step 2. i place a new order for them in a very large rubbermaid container right outside my back door. step 3. they come and take the order from the rubbermaid step 4. they then place the finished order in the same large rubbermaid container step 5. i pick up said order at my convenience. simple right? you would think so.

well little miss after hours calls me last night to tell me she's going to drop off her finished order at 7:30 this morning. great. i put a new order out in the rubbermaid for her and expect that when i go down to my office this morning that there will be a finished order in the rubbermaid waiting for me. well, as i'm getting undressed (sorry) and ready to hop in the shower at 7:30 this morning, the doorbell rings. twice. i know it's her. she's done this before. i'm not sure why she thinks i'm going to drag my ass downstairs to answer the doorbell at 7:30, but i'm not. the whole idea behind the rubbermaid is so that i don't have to deal with you if it's after (or before) regular business hours. i have a baby to take care of and get ready in the morning along with myself. i will not...i repeat...will not be ready to deal with you or anyone else before 8:30a.m.. that's just the rules. i'm the boss, and because of that, i get to make the rules. what i say goes!

oh yeah....and stop calling me at 8:00 at night to tell me you're coming at 7:00 the next morning! i'm trying to spend time with my family. i don't work at 8:00 at night. (at least not for you) now i have to drag myself down to my office to get an order ready for you so it can be outside at 7:00 in the freaking morning.

my office assistant is equally annoyed and told me i should hang an office hours sign on my back door with a little note that says: if you are here and it's not offie hours, don't ring my doorbell or call me from your cell phone to open the door for you. go home!

i think that sounds like a mighty fine idea!