Workplace griping, anyone?

[Shoujin]

I just survived delivering mail door to door in 95 F heat for the last three days, averaging 11 hours a day, 3 in office doing prep, and 8 on the pavement hoofing the mail. Yes, the paychecks will be nice, but if one more person asks "Is it hot enough for ya?" I'm gonna jam their mail down their throat. The fact that it looks like I've been swimming in my uniform should answer the question!

[Kimballkid]

So, hot enough for ya?

[Ferret Herder]

Originally Posted by Shoujin

I just survived delivering mail door to door in 95 F heat for the last three days, averaging 11 hours a day, 3 in office doing prep, and 8 on the pavement hoofing the mail. Yes, the paychecks will be nice, but if one more person asks "Is it hot enough for ya?" I'm gonna jam their mail down their throat. The fact that it looks like I've been swimming in my uniform should answer the question!

I probably shouldn't complain that maintenance keeps ignoring my calls that the AC in my office suite is out of control and we're freezing, then?

(Shoujin is my husband. And yes, he does have that many customers who are that dumb.)

[campp]

Gee. Sorry I ordered the free bucket of pretzels. I was just thinking of the employees. It ain't my fault you hired a bunch of idiotic jealous feudal lords.

Throw the fucking thing in the trash for all I care. And the free CD I also just scored. Really, just throw them out and I promise not to be nice anymore and get the free stuff anymore, since it is such a monumental issue.

Fuckers.

[Projammer]

Okay. That one needs some filling in.

[flatlined]

Originally Posted by Shoujin

I just survived delivering mail door to door in 95 F heat for the last three days, averaging 11 hours a day, 3 in office doing prep, and 8 on the pavement hoofing the mail. Yes, the paychecks will be nice, but if one more person asks "Is it hot enough for ya?" I'm gonna jam their mail down their throat. The fact that it looks like I've been swimming in my uniform should answer the question!

Today, I spent 4 hours in a U-Store place with no power, in triple digit heat. I was wearing coveralls over my clothes, gloves and a dust mask while flinching while I touched every box because I was expecting the ratking to leap out and eat my face. When I was telling Bill about my day, he said that at least it was a dry heat.

The only reason Bill is still alive is because he's in Nebraska and I didn't have the energy to google hired killers.

[alphaboi867]

Originally Posted by Moonlitherial

I've been through this so I can tell you the process they probably went through to arrive at this rule...Let your boss fight the battle and wait 3 months until the regulations fade in peoples memory. Things will be back to normal by then if history is any measure.

Sort of. The company wants to be able to assure our clients (both the consumers and the smaller bank's who's cards we manage) that associates aren't able to write down any financial info and remove it from the office. So paper (unless it's laminated or in a plastic sleeve) and writing untensils (except for our dry erase boards) are verboten.

Coffee cups, framed photos, & assorted nick-nacks are fine. "At the desk" includes in the drawers. Every so often why have independent auditors conduct an audit. Which happened this week. As far as everyone knew (including our site VP) knew tissues didn't count (though napkins & takeout menus) did. As it turns out the auditors were talking out of their asses, but for one day it was policy that if you needed a tissue while you were on the phone with a client you had to message a manager for one.

In other news I spend 5 minutes talking to a very nice, but senile old woman who kept wanting to speak to another representative because I didn't show up at her party and wouldn't tell her why. I don't even know if it was her account I was looking at since she wouldn't tell be her name (the ph# matched though). Oddly she still seemed to understand she was talking to her bank. I've no idea what she was calling in about either.

[Shoujin]

Originally Posted by flatlined

Today, I spent 4 hours in a U-Store place with no power, in triple digit heat. I was wearing coveralls over my clothes, gloves and a dust mask while flinching while I touched every box because I was expecting the ratking to leap out and eat my face. When I was telling Bill about my day, he said that at least it was a dry heat.

The only reason Bill is still alive is because he's in Nebraska and I didn't have the energy to google hired killers.

I sympathize. At least I'm outside. The only RatKings I have to deal with is Mrs Smith's lil yappy dog, which I can punt.

[StarvingButStrong]

Originally Posted by Shoujin

I just survived delivering mail door to door in 95 F heat for the last three days, averaging 11 hours a day, 3 in office doing prep, and 8 on the pavement hoofing the mail.

Question: would if be okay for you to accept cold drinks from homeowners? Okay, I can guess beer would be problematic, but a coke? Or a glass of ice tea or something? Or is that against the rules or would screw up your timing or something?

[kaylasdad99]

Originally Posted by flatlined

Today, I spent 4 hours in a U-Store place with no power, in triple digit heat. I was wearing coveralls over my clothes, gloves and a dust mask while flinching while I touched every box because I was expecting the ratking to leap out and eat my face.

Y'know, I was listening to Roger Corman on the radio the other day; he was plugging his new film on Syfy, Piranhaconda. He said the name of the movie came first, while they were deciding how to follow up on the success of Sharktopus, and with that kind of a name, he just HAD to make it.

The point is, he's looking for a new project now, and you should totally contact him, point him at this thread, and sell him the rights to

RATKING!

[purplehorseshoe]

Originally Posted by campp

Gee. Sorry I ordered the free bucket of pretzels. I was just thinking of the employees. It ain't my fault you hired a bunch of idiotic jealous feudal lords.

Throw the fucking thing in the trash for all I care. And the free CD I also just scored. Really, just throw them out and I promise not to be nice anymore and get the free stuff anymore, since it is such a monumental issue.

Fuckers.

Originally Posted by Projammer

Okay. That one needs some filling in.

Actually, while reading it I was mentally picturing how my grandboss would have handled it and totally followed right along. In fact, we've had eerily similar situations here.

[Ferret Herder]

Originally Posted by StarvingButStrong

Question: would if be okay for you to accept cold drinks from homeowners? Okay, I can guess beer would be problematic, but a coke? Or a glass of ice tea or something? Or is that against the rules or would screw up your timing or something?

He's gratefully accepted bottles of water or Gatorade before. A glass of something would probably have to be consumed on the spot, as he has his left arm full of mail and his right hand needs to be free to pick through that mail and put it in the mailbox. But I expect quite a few letter carriers would gladly chug a glass of something cold if that's what you had!

Their trucks don't have AC and have to have the windows closed when not attended (not even a crack is allowed), so even if he brings a small cooler with ice and drinks, that tends to warm up quickly, or he finishes off his supply.

[kaylasdad99]

Originally Posted by Shoujin

I just survived delivering mail door to door in 95 F heat for the last three days, averaging 11 hours a day, 3 in office doing prep, and 8 on the pavement hoofing the mail. Yes, the paychecks will be nice, but if one more person asks "Is it hot enough for ya?" I'm gonna jam their mail down their throat. The fact that it looks like I've been swimming in my uniform should answer the question!

Speaking of questions, I've been looking for a chance to get a little feedback:

What's your reaction to the street trays with the flats in delivery point sequence? Do they make your job easier, harder, or no change?

[perfectparanoia]

Oh. My. God.

Warning: possibly gross.

So, I have IBS. That means I poop a lot. It used to drive me crazy that every time I needed to go (and it is stinky and noisy and unpleasant) that there seemed to ALWAYS be someone else in the bathroom. There are 6 women who use this bathroom. I figured it just felt like there was always someone in there since I was in there so much.

I have gotten treatment (yeah!) and now only go once a day at around 11:00 am. Goddamn it if there still isn't someone in there when I need to go. Half the time there are two of them just standing there talking. BWAH!

[Yllaria]

Originally Posted by kaylasdad99

Y'know, I was listening to Roger Corman on the radio the other day; he was plugging his new film on Syfy, Piranhaconda. He said the name of the movie came first, while they were deciding how to follow up on the success of Sharktopus, and with that kind of a name, he just HAD to make it.

The point is, he's looking for a new project now, and you should totally contact him, point him at this thread, and sell him the rights to

RATKING!

Actually, now that you mention it,

SHREDDER GUY!

also sounds like it has possibilities.

[kaylasdad99]

Originally Posted by kaylasdad99

Y'know, I was listening to Roger Corman on the radio the other day; he was plugging his new film on Syfy, Piranhaconda. He said the name of the movie came first, while they were deciding how to follow up on the success of Sharktopus, and with that kind of a name, he just HAD to make it.

The point is, he's looking for a new project now, and you should totally contact him, point him at this thread, and sell him the rights to

RATKING!

Originally Posted by Yllaria

Actually, now that you mention it,

SHREDDER GUY!

also sounds like it has possibilities.

Or, knowing of Corman's penchant for making movies about oh-so-wrong hybrid monsters:

KING-SHRED-RAT-GUY!

[Cat Whisperer]

I was thinking more of a "buddy" movie - SHREDDER GUY AND THE RAT KING!

[Inner Stickler]

One's a larcenous semi-retired inveterate gambler, the other's the commander of a host of pestilential vermin. Together, they fight crime!

[Shoujin]

Originally Posted by StarvingButStrong

Question: would if be okay for you to accept cold drinks from homeowners? Okay, I can guess beer would be problematic, but a coke? Or a glass of ice tea or something? Or is that against the rules or would screw up your timing or something?

Yes, we can accept beverages from customers. Most carriers, myself included, look favorably upon this kind of generosity.

[Shoujin]

Originally Posted by kaylasdad99

Speaking of questions, I've been looking for a chance to get a little feedback:

What's your reaction to the street trays with the flats in delivery point sequence? Do they make your job easier, harder, or no change?

Good idea, bad implementation. As a door-to-door carrier, IMHO, we should be allowed to sort them w/ residual (manually sorted) mail in office, rather than be required to juggle three bundles of mail while walking from mailbox to mailbox. On mounted (curbside delivery) routes, it's a bit less tedious, but still we're drawing mail from 3-4 sources rather than 2-3.

As a rule of thumb (for myself), anything that promotes needless complexity over practicality is generally inefficient. Make it easier to do my job, and I'll do it faster, and with little to no griping.

[purplehorseshoe]

Just now:

A: I'm going to the vending machine room. Anyone need anything?
B: {takes out her earbuds} What? Sorry, I had my headphones on and didn't hear you.
A: What did you say? I heard something about headphones?
B: I didn't hear what .. wait, what?

*tiny sigh*

I turned around, and in my Patented Actress With Stage Presence Voice announced, "B, A is going to the vending machine room. She asked if you wanted anything. A, B was wearing her headphones and didn't hear you, and then you didn't hear her saying she didn't hear you."


A: "Poor purplehorseshoe."

[campp]

Originally Posted by purplehorseshoe

Actually, while reading it I was mentally picturing how my grandboss would have handled it and totally followed right along. In fact, we've had eerily similar situations here.

I guess I should 'splain. I'm a purchasing manager, and I quite frequently get offered free stuff. I never allow myself to keep anything (ethics you know), but when they want to give me a bucket of pretzels because I spent $500, well I say "Sure!" All this stuff goes to employees. I've only been doing this for 30 years.

But the new... um... employer could not have me on a shorter leash. They have to micromanage everything. And if a free CD comes in... They figure I was scheming on how to get it out of the building. I was very nearly accused of stealing the thing.

The thing about the pretzels, one group was jealous that the other group got pretzels. Then the boss caught wind and asked me why didn't I just get a discount instead of spending money on pretzels. Again

[t-bonham@scc.net]

Originally Posted by StarvingButStrong

Question: would if be okay for you to accept cold drinks from homeowners? Okay, I can guess beer would be problematic, but a coke? Or a glass of ice tea or something? Or is that against the rules or would screw up your timing or something?

When doing political doorknocking in such heat, I have gratefully accepted cold drinks from friendly residents.

But that can lead to a bigger problem later, when you need to find an available bathroom!

[Yllaria]

Originally Posted by Inner Stickler

One's a larcenous semi-retired inveterate gambler, the other's the commander of a host of pestilential vermin. Together, they fight crime!

Did you say fight crime? Sorry, I have to plug The Thrilling Adventures of Lovelace and Babbage; origin: here. You have to read more than the origin, though, or you'll miss Brunel.

(Some of their adventures include workplace griping, so it's not a total hijack.)

[Cat Whisperer]

Originally Posted by Inner Stickler

One's a larcenous semi-retired inveterate gambler, the other's the commander of a host of pestilential vermin. Together, they fight crime!

Fight crimes, do crimes - tomayto, potahto.

[Inner Stickler]

Originally Posted by Yllaria

(Some of their adventures include workplace griping, so it's not a total hijack.)

It's ok. Since starting my new job, all my gripes have vanished overnight, but I still hang out here.

[SCSimmons]

To the IT help desk: Please do not route the tickets I open to me. Yes, I know I'm listed as the technical owner of the front-end application for the system I opened the ticket on. But (a) the issue I was reporting was with the database back-end, which I have no responsibilty for, and (b) if I knew how to fix the problem, I wouldn't open a help desk ticket about it, I would just freaking fix it. Thank you.

[purplehorseshoe]

That's the dumbest thing I've heard all day, SCSimmons.

[Jeep's Phoenix]

Some assnugget put water in the dish detergent dispenser in the breakroom. Guess I'll start keeping a bottle of it at my desk.

[troubledwater]

Originally Posted by alphaboi867

Sort of. The company wants to be able to assure our clients (both the consumers and the smaller bank's who's cards we manage) that associates aren't able to write down any financial info and remove it from the office. So paper (unless it's laminated or in a plastic sleeve) and writing untensils (except for our dry erase boards) are verboten.

Coffee cups, framed photos, & assorted nick-nacks are fine. "At the desk" includes in the drawers. Every so often why have independent auditors conduct an audit. Which happened this week. As far as everyone knew (including our site VP) knew tissues didn't count (though napkins & takeout menus) did. As it turns out the auditors were talking out of their asses, but for one day it was policy that if you needed a tissue while you were on the phone with a client you had to message a manager for one.

I would deal with this by showing up with a fabric handkerchief, using it, and leaving it wadded up on my desk. When reprimanded for having such an unsanitary thing on the desk, I would tuck it into my bosom.

[Chimera]

Originally Posted by SCSimmons

To the IT help desk: Please do not route the tickets I open to me. Yes, I know I'm listed as the technical owner of the front-end application for the system I opened the ticket on. But (a) the issue I was reporting was with the database back-end, which I have no responsibilty for, and (b) if I knew how to fix the problem, I wouldn't open a help desk ticket about it, I would just freaking fix it. Thank you.

Heh. Same thing happened to me this week, more or less. I support end use of a piece of software, and the install package was failing without any kind of error. Said it worked, large chunks of it not installed. I told the users to put in a ticket because I couldn't figure it out and the people who maintain the install package needed to be involved. Instead, it got assigned back to me.

Um, NO. Just no.

[Chimera]

Originally Posted by alphaboi867

Sort of. The company wants to be able to assure our clients (both the Every so often why have independent auditors conduct an audit. Which happened this week. As far as everyone knew (including our site VP) knew tissues didn't count (though napkins & takeout menus) did. As it turns out the auditors were talking out of their asses, but for one day it was policy that if you needed a tissue while you were on the phone with a client you had to message a manager for one.

In my experience, Auditors are complete fucktards who must be fought for every inch. At two different IT jobs I had them telling my bosses that I could no longer be allowed to access files absolutely vital to my basic job functions. In both cases I was fortunately able to convince my bosses to fight this (and we won!) by asking how specific tasks would be accomplished (and by WHO exactly?) if these "recommendations" were followed.

Oh yeah, they're almost always "recommendations". I continually pointed that out. "So boss, they're 'recommendations', right? As in not mandatory word of God, right? Then it's time to make some counter-recommendations."

[flatlined]

Originally Posted by Shoujin

I sympathize. At least I'm outside. The only RatKings I have to deal with is Mrs Smith's lil yappy dog, which I can punt.

Pumps fist in the air. Solidarity, Brother.

We are good at our jobs. We do the best we can, but stop with the lame ass jokes. Laughing at someone for suffering for a paycheck wasn't funny the first time we heard that lame joke. After hearing it eleventy hundred times makes us have fun (to us) fanatasies about climbing a clock tower.

[4d3fect]

Originally Posted by Shoujin

I just survived delivering mail door to door in 95 F heat for the last three days, averaging 11 hours a day, 3 in office doing prep, and 8 on the pavement hoofing the mail. Yes, the paychecks will be nice, but if one more person asks "Is it hot enough for ya?" I'm gonna jam their mail down their throat. The fact that it looks like I've been swimming in my uniform should answer the question!

Out here on the central coast I got folks cryin' when it reaches eighty.

I just tell 'em I grew up near Redding, that makes them clam up pretty well.

[Tess]

Co-worker has developed a yen for the cafeteria ice cream. Apparently there's just not enough time in her lunch break to even start eating it, so she comes back to her desk with a generous cone and eats while pretending to work one-handed.

If anyone was wondering, it is humanly possible to slurp ice cream so loudly people two desks over can hear.

I'll have to get back to you on if it's possible to bludgeon someone senseless with said ice cream.

[kaylasdad99]

Originally Posted by campp

I guess I should 'splain. I'm a purchasing manager, and I quite frequently get offered free stuff. I never allow myself to keep anything (ethics you know), but when they want to give me a bucket of pretzels because I spent $500, well I say "Sure!" All this stuff goes to employees. I've only been doing this for 30 years.

But the new... um... employer could not have me on a shorter leash. They have to micromanage everything. And if a free CD comes in... They figure I was scheming on how to get it out of the building. I was very nearly accused of stealing the thing.

The thing about the pretzels, one group was jealous that the other group got pretzels. Then the boss caught wind and asked me why didn't I just get a discount instead of spending money on pretzels. Again

Start giving them an alternate ship-to address for the extra goodies.

PM me if you need any ideas.

[Avarie537]

I have a new job, which is fantastic. I'm now at a large 24 hour a day veterinary hospital that (obviously) deals with emergencies and referrals. We have this one receptionist who seems to be just not quite up to par with everyone else, though.

When you page someone, you're supposed to repeat yourself to ensure we all had a chance to hear (which she never does), so sometimes we're left waiting for her to page again, or wasting time paging her back. Earlier this week, she gave me the wrong file for a dog (correct pet name, correct last name, but we're talking about a name like "Max Johnson", of which there are 6, so the wrong file). Yesterday was REALLY frustrating though.

As a 24 hour hospital, it's not uncommon to get the Friday Night Transfers from clinics that have critical patients who need to be monitored and no overnight staff. One of the other techs took a page from her, and was told that we had two emergencies being referred from the same hospital (one hit by car, the other "covered in blood") that's only 20 minutes away. So we go into full on emergency preparedness mode - catheters ready, crash cart prepped, anesthesia machines checked, monitors plugged in and turned on - and our adrenaline is PUMPING. There are four techs and one doctor, so we're running through scenarios as to who takes on what case first and how should we stabilize and all that.

So the first dog arrives (the hit by car), and we hit the front door with the gurney, out to the back of the SUV, and there he is ... resting comfortably, IV catheter in place, leg bandaged, totally stable. We were SO confused. With a little bit of prodding and questioning, it turns out the dog was HBC at 2:00 PM and has been at the vet since then. So this was a TRANSFER of perfectly stable patient, as opposed to a REFERRAL of a bloody mangled half-dead dog.

Second one ("covered in blood") WALKS in on a leash, a little lethargic. Turns out it had bloody diarrhea and had (as well) been resting at the vet's office all afternoon.

Sure, our workload was a lot easier than we thought it would be, but boy oh boy did she cause a lot of unneeded stress, worry, and wasted effort by getting the information really really wrong!

[blondebear]

A note to my "team mates" in Bangalore: there is absolutely no friggin' reason to page me at 06:30 on a Saturday morning to check status on a two-week-old expected delivery ticket. The customer didn't provide any tracking information and the receiving log doesn't show any deliveries for them. (And you can check that stuff yourself, can't you? I know you can.) All you've accomplished is waking me up out of a dead sleep and cost the company 15 minutes of overtime. Granted, that's some easy money for me, but I'd much rather have the extra shut-eye.

[Spiny Norman]

No, you're not "working from home" the day before your vacation. Particularly not as you've scheduled 4 different appointments during business hours in the space of the 6 working days leading up to it. Why is it that my most senior team member takes the most babysitting?

[Shoujin]

Originally Posted by flatlined

After hearing it eleventy hundred times makes us have fun (to us) fanatasies about climbing a clock tower.

who says we haven't?

[The Vorlon]

Originally Posted by blondebear

A note to my "team mates" in Bangalore: there is absolutely no friggin' reason to page me at 06:30 on a Saturday morning to check status on a two-week-old expected delivery ticket. The customer didn't provide any tracking information and the receiving log doesn't show any deliveries for them. (And you can check that stuff yourself, can't you? I know you can.) All you've accomplished is waking me up out of a dead sleep and cost the company 15 minutes of overtime. Granted, that's some easy money for me, but I'd much rather have the extra shut-eye.

15 minutes???

I would be chargeing those non-time-zone-comprehending chuckleheads the state-mandated 3 hour minimum shift.

I do not wake up well.

[flatlined]

Congrats on the new job, Avarie537. I'm so happy that someone as caring as you has found a good place. I'm guessing that the Vet who was planning on 2 critical dogs after hours might have something to say to the receptionist. That problem will probably fix itself.

Tony took my old sick cat to the vet today without calling me first. The very awesome receptionist remembered that Tony doesn't march to a drummer because he beat the drummer up and went charging off the field, so she called me because Fred seemed just fine considering the shape he's in. I agreed that Fred probably didn't need to be seen by the vet, but if Tony needed someone to tell him that Fred would live until I get home, I'd pay the bill.

They put Tony in a treatment room and took Fred in the back where he got cuddles and was watched for half an hour, then sent Tony and Fred home.

I so love my vet and everyone who works there. I'll bring them food next week.

[t-bonham@scc.net]

Originally Posted by Shoujin

I just survived delivering mail door to door in 95 F heat for the last three days, averaging 11 hours a day, 3 in office doing prep, and 8 on the pavement hoofing the mail. Yes, the paychecks will be nice, but if one more person asks "Is it hot enough for ya?" I'm gonna jam their mail down their throat. The fact that it looks like I've been swimming in my uniform should answer the question!

I think you're overreacting here.
People are trying to be friendly to you, acknowledging you & making small talk (and most small talk is inane). That they mention the heat means they have noticed how hot & tired you look.

You should accept that people are being friendly to you, rather than just ignoring you.

[Shoujin]

Originally Posted by t-bonham@scc.net

I think you're overreacting here.
People are trying to be friendly to you, acknowledging you & making small talk (and most small talk is inane). That they mention the heat means they have noticed how hot & tired you look.

You should accept that people are being friendly to you, rather than just ignoring you.

I've cheerfully accepted (and will continue to do so) numerous inane comments acknowledging me for almost two decades. The one in question bothers me when its exceptionally hot. Ergo I ranted here instead of on the job. With the customer in question, I just smiled, wished them a great afternoon, and moved on to my next delivery.

I'm of the opinion that this is the perfect place to rant, and accept criticism.

[Chimera]

Originally Posted by Tess

I'll have to get back to you on if it's possible to bludgeon someone senseless with said ice cream.

(taps nose and winks)

I'm quite sure interesting things would happen if you shoved the ice cream down her throat all at once.

[2gigch1]

Originally Posted by t-bonham@scc.net

When doing political doorknocking in such heat, I have gratefully accepted cold drinks from friendly residents.

But that can lead to a bigger problem later, when you need to find an available bathroom!

It occurs to me the answer lies in the the flora & fauna of those whose political doors do not swing the way you prefer. If questioned, it's not a public urination issue, it's a first amendment issue...

[WhyNot]

After seeing one patient early yesterday morning, my SO dragged me out of the city up to Milwaukee(ish) for a weekend of R&R. Mind you, I see a patient on our way home this evening, so my string of No Days Off technically still stands unbroken since Memorial Day, but it FEELS like some time off. Even had a couple glasses of wine last night in our motel room. Ahh...finally, starting to relax a little...

Then the guy from work with the on-call emergency phone butt dialed me. At 3 am. SONOFABITCH! There is nothing quite so nerve-wracking as a phone ringing at 3 am when you're sound asleep for the first time in a month...

[SCSimmons]

Originally Posted by Chimera

Heh. Same thing happened to me this week, more or less. I support end use of a piece of software, and the install package was failing without any kind of error. Said it worked, large chunks of it not installed. I told the users to put in a ticket because I couldn't figure it out and the people who maintain the install package needed to be involved. Instead, it got assigned back to me.

Frustrating, but at least a little understandable. Sure, all your help desk folks needed to do was read and understand the ticket in order to route it correctly; but apparently sometimes that's a little too much to ask ... That's happened to me several times, which is one reason why I didn't ask my customers to submit the ticket. (Another is that it was 6 AM and my [internal] customers weren't awake yet--I was really hoping to get the issue resolved before they even noticed it.) It never occurred to me that they would assign a ticket to the original submitter--my name was right there at the top of the screen on the ticket detail. I guess it was the 'help yourself desk' that day.

[Nava]

Originally Posted by purplehorseshoe

That's the dumbest thing I've heard all day, SCSimmons.

Sadly, it's something I've heard before.


Not quite the same, but similar. Just last week, from my deskmate: "they answered our ticket. Their response says exactly what we said when we opened the ticket! We pay these figlios di putana* to tell us back what we already told them?"



* Either Romanian cursing sounds a lot like Italian cursing, or my Romanian coworker cusses a lot in Italian when speaking English to Spaniards.

[Anaamika]

1) Again, my coworkers have literally spent the morning going from office to office in a small clump, chatting. LOUDLY. Sometimes laughing so loud it hurts your ears. It is now 11:12 and I know three of them have done NO work. What gives?

2) My boss got pinkeye. Came in last week even though she wasn't supposed to. We sent her home, but apparently the damage has already been done. Now my coworker has pinkeye. Aargh.