I met my wife after I joined a small company in York, PA. I was in charge of IT, she ran the Administrative department (including HR). This meant she sometimes filled in for the person who collected the time cards at the end of the week. Time cards were neatly arrayed in a rack in careful order. Or at least, that’s how they started on Monday morning. Somehow, by Friday close of business, things got confused.
ME: <walking by the time card rack, where Deb is muttering to herself> “Problem, Debster?”
DEB: <sorting cards, not really paying attention to me> “Every week. Every single blessed week. Every week Robert* and Maria** move their cards to some other part of the rack so they can find them more easily.”
ME: “Okay, I’ll just mosey along…”
DEB: “They’re in alphabetical order. ALPHABETICAL ORDER! It’s not that hard! There’s a song about it. Children sing it in kindergarten! I can’t believe we pay these people adult wages…” <continues to mutter as I cautiously move away>
*Name changed to protect the guilty.
**Name changed… y’know what, nope, I’m using her real name. She annoyed me while I was there and I see no reason to protect her 15 years later. It was Maria. Y’hear me? IT WAS MARIA THAT DID IT! [Thanks, I feel better now.]