I broke something on the colour printer today. It jammed, so I pulled all the little coloured bits in accordance with their accompanying diagrams, and something snapped off ... and smelt bad. I put a note on it saying 'out of order', along with a suggestion to go to the print place over the road if anyone had any urgent jobs, and went to call the service providers. We have several black and white printers; this is our only colour one.
Within minutes, the accountant approached me, hands on hips, and asked who I thought I was. "Excuse you?" I responded - she started ranting and raving and all I could notice was how red she was getting and how wide her nostrils were flaring. Something-something- expensive-something-check with her first.
I'm normally a very laid-back sort of person unless really pushed, so I let her have it, asking her who she thinks SHE is to constantly interfere in things that don't concern her! Well, that did the trick because she scuttled off into her corner huffing and puffing and she hasn't bothered me since. Everyone else in the office went quiet and put their heads down, except my buddy who sits next to me, who was trying not to laugh.
I'm so sick of this fun sucker woman ... honestly, we've all tried so hard to make her feel welcome but she's just awful and our MD agrees, but doesn't seem to have the balls to get rid of her.
(For the record, we're all responsible for calling fix-it folks when we break stuff, or for ordering stationery if we use the last of something - nobody needs to seek permission to do so beforehand).