Office Space = My life

Dom Portwood: Hi, Peter. What's happening? We need to talk about your TPS reports.
Peter Gibbons: Yeah. The coversheet. I know, I know. Uh, Bill talked to me about it.
Dom Portwood: Yeah. Did you get that memo?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah. I got the memo. And I understand the policy. And the problem is just that I forgot the one time. And I've already taken care of it so it's not even really a problem anymore.
Dom Portwood: Ah! Yeah. It's just we're putting new coversheets on all the TPS reports before they go out now. So if you could go ahead and try to remember to do that from now on, that'd be great. All right!

Translation to my Life:

My Boss: Hi, Melody. What's up? We need to talk about your PO Letters.
Me: Yeah. I know, I know. Somehow I missed PR#99999. Uh, *bleep* talked to me about it.
My Boss: Yeah. Do you remember how I talked to you about needing those on every PR?
Me: Yeah. I know, I understand why we need them. I'm not perfect, somehow I missed one job, but I'll be more alert in the future, hopefully it won't happen again. So its not a problem anymore.
My Boss: Ah! Yeah. Its just that we need this to go out on every PR# regardless of whether the Salesman gets you the information you need or not (they'll throw you under the bus anyway), so try to be perfect from now on, that'd be great. All right!


I'm so on edge right now I've got a massive headache. I've also closed my door, hopefully to discourage anyone from trying to poke the beast.

grrr

\m/