“Robertson, I need that right now!”
As a Certified Practising Accountant (CPA), making photocopies for my supervisor is not a highlight of my career.
Neither is what’s about to happen.
“Move over, Robertson. I need this machine right now,” a commanding voice bellows at me from behind. I do not need to look around to identify the owner of the voice. It’s Malcolm Kennedy, manager of the Business Solutions department.
I am now confronted with an interesting predicament. I’m in deep trouble if I don’t get these reports copied before the meeting, but Mr. Kennedy has considerable influence over my performance review, and any confrontation with him is simply bad news.
Survival instincts dictate that I swoop up my half copied papers and step out his way. He steps straight up to the machine and commences to make his copies.
I make a desperate plea to his backside. “I’m sorry, Malcolm. I’ve just got this meeting in ..”
“I don’t care about your bloody problems or your bloody meeting, Robertson!” he spins around to confront me, with a menacing look on his face. “I need these copies now. And it’s Mr. Kennedy to you – alright?”
“Sure, no problem. Sorry Mr. Kennedy,” a feeble, pathetic apology sputters out of my mouth.
As a Certified Practising Accountant (CPA), being handed a photocopying task was not a highlight of my career.
But now, I have experienced the ultimate low point of corporate life – being kicked off a photocopier.