This week saw the Hekawi attack, sort of. It was like something out of a lame British play. Some psuedo chief of the Hekawi was pissed becasue I told one of the run-of-the-mill lusers that realators had been in looking at the building, which is true. What the psuedo-chief forgot is that I don't work here anymore, I just have a cube in this building. The psuedo-chief couldn't get me fired if he wanted to. What did they do instead? They tried to pile on all sorts of work, which I was only too happy to take on - provided they all put in work tickets first. I have never seen so many people look so confused about what to do next as I did that day.
You see, the common Hekawi luser needs to call our India help desk to enter a ticket, and since all of the work I was being assigned was non-IT, the help esk wouldn't take the ticket. Meanwhile I arranged for the receptionist to do the non-IT work which made her happy. She is now in charge of the phone list, the names on the in-out board, the cube name plates, the conference room schedule, and calling the phone company when lusers have a phone problem.
The psuedo-chiefs are still mad at me, but I am immune from their hate.