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Sep. 2nd, 2003 05:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishAwhile ago, while my former lead person was out of town, one of the managers asked me to look through his desk and find a list of stakeholders that needed to be contacted for a meeting coming up. I did this with some trepidation, since last time he was gone, we needed someone's personnel paperwork and had to look in one of his drawers - he went ballistic when he got back and spent a good hour yelling at our mutual boss about how his privacy had been invaded, and he had confidential stuff in there and whatnot. I had to go downstairs and read otoliths, it made me so uncomfortable. Honestly, if you have to have an angry conversation with someone, couldn't you at least find an empty meeting room or something?
In this instance, however, I found the file with the list on one of his shelves - I didn't have to look in any drawers ( I also left a detailed note on his desk about what I'd been asked to do - cya). She highlighted who needed to be contacted and told me I needed to call them and let them know about a newly scheduled meeting. She didn't want to wait until SW got back, as she wanted to get the word out asap. I was to give them a message that it was at such and such a time and place, and they would be contacted with further details.
I was going down the list and very relieved (for a change) that I was I was mostly getting answering machines - I have a slight phone phobia in that I hate calling people (answering the phone is just fine). Working my way down the list, I got to one man's name and following it was a female name in parenthesis. I thought "ok, that's probably his wife" - in commercial fishing, a husband and wife are often business partners - so I asked "Hello, may I speak to Mike or Debbie?"
There was a pause on the other end, and then I heard, in clipped tones, "This is Cheryl, Mike's wife. I don't know who Debbie is."
Mortified, I stammered that I was merely reading names off a list, gave the meeting information, and hung up with my heart pounding.
I related it to V. and the manager, and they both got a laugh out of it. Nobody knew where the female name had come from. Someone else? Maybe he attended meetings in drag? Jeez, I hope I didn't cause a divorce!
In this instance, however, I found the file with the list on one of his shelves - I didn't have to look in any drawers ( I also left a detailed note on his desk about what I'd been asked to do - cya). She highlighted who needed to be contacted and told me I needed to call them and let them know about a newly scheduled meeting. She didn't want to wait until SW got back, as she wanted to get the word out asap. I was to give them a message that it was at such and such a time and place, and they would be contacted with further details.
I was going down the list and very relieved (for a change) that I was I was mostly getting answering machines - I have a slight phone phobia in that I hate calling people (answering the phone is just fine). Working my way down the list, I got to one man's name and following it was a female name in parenthesis. I thought "ok, that's probably his wife" - in commercial fishing, a husband and wife are often business partners - so I asked "Hello, may I speak to Mike or Debbie?"
There was a pause on the other end, and then I heard, in clipped tones, "This is Cheryl, Mike's wife. I don't know who Debbie is."
Mortified, I stammered that I was merely reading names off a list, gave the meeting information, and hung up with my heart pounding.
I related it to V. and the manager, and they both got a laugh out of it. Nobody knew where the female name had come from. Someone else? Maybe he attended meetings in drag? Jeez, I hope I didn't cause a divorce!
