Another high-ranking enlisted female fumbles the ball and blames the junior soldier. Some more backstory.
The afore-mentioned female has just taken over my section a week ago. I'll completely set aside the fact that nobody likes her and she's notoriously incompetent, and focus on the singular fact that she's not yet familiar with the duties involved or how to do them. I deliver the intel goodies to several important people at another building very early in the morning. First I drop off the intel to Important Guy A. Then I stay in the building for about thirty minutes, in Important Guy B's office, until IGB finishes his book, and I take that one back to the office with me.
Important Guy A finishes reading his intel much later in the day, just before or directly after lunchtime. His office calls my office, and I promptly walk over with my black briefcase and pick it up. Too easy.
Today, the Important Guy A came in early and finished reading his book very early - while I was still in the building. This is not the way it normally works. His office calls back to my office, and the female says to them, "My Specialist is over there. He'll stop by and pick it up."
Somehow, she assumed that I'm either omnipotent, or perhaps a mind-reader - as a matter of fact, neither assumption is accurate. So, I return to the office with the just the IGB book. She does not mention that the IGA book needs or needed to be picked up. I then proceed to my next (glorious) duty, which is assisting with a classified briefing for a different bunch of very important people. This ties me up for an hour. During that time, the guy at the IGA office calls again - he's been WAITING for somebody to come get the intel book, and he can't go anywhere or do anything until somebody does. It's a security violation to leave that shit unattended. So, understandably, he's pissed.
My female, flustered, hurries over to get the book - and doesn't bring a briefcase to put it in. So she has to take his PERSONAL briefcase to carry it in. Smooth. Real smooth (and by smooth, I mean shameful and embarassing) [although, quite honestly, I'm surprised she managed to find the right office].
So, I come back from the briefing, and she's obviously unhappy. Because she assumed I'd pick up the book while I was in the building, and told them wrongly, I MADE IT LOOK LIKE SHE LIED. And I need to REMEMBER to stop by his office from now on to get the book.
THERE IS NOTHING TO REMEMBER BECAUSE WE HAVE NEVER BEEN IN THE PRACTICE OF STOPPING BY THE CG'S OFFICE DURING THE MORNING DELIVERY BECAUSE HE'S NEVER DONE WITH THE BOOK UNTIL AFTER LUNCH. I AM NOT FORGETFUL OR UNTRUSTWORTHY OR INCOMPETENT OR IRRESPONSIBLE!
But now it sure as fuck looks like I am.
And then, I have to take back the guy's briefcase. This guy is great, though. I sat down in his office and we talked - I explained to him that we don't normally stop by the IGA office after the morning delivery, to which he replied, "Yeah, see, that's what I thought. We always call you guys later. So when female told me, both times that I called, that you would get the book while you were over here, I thought that sounded odd." I also mentioned to him, in a completely tactful manner, so as not to imply fault or incompetency in my female, that she had just transferred to the section recently, and he entreated me to sit down with her and explain to her the way that things really worked.
Great idea, in theory, but good luck explaining the standard operating procedure to the individual who has been placed in charge of your section, who happens to be a headstrong irrational female.
Everyone makes mistakes. That's fine. We're all human. No big deal. But when blame for somebody else's mistakes get dumped onto me, that's when I become indignant, angry, frustrated, and even spiteful.
Somebody get me out of here.
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