No, but clearly someone at least equally dumb.
In this case, it means “Someone’s production process didn’t complete and they raised a stink, so everyone and their cousins even remotely related to whatever production equipment it’s running on are called on the carpet until it is resolved.”
So someone from our area gets to stay on the line while the DBAs and hardware techs who actually run that platform resolve the issue. Which makes a whole lot of not-sense except in a kind of punitive fashion.
It was said “Well, you guys are the front line communication, so you need to be aware of what happened”, and then I pointed out that the vast majority of the time, we’re forbidden to say what the actual issue was because it’s ‘need to know’.
It’s credit card related. It costs them more to sign up for a service that can validate international credit cards (and it’s usually charged by country) so if it’s not a big enough potential business to justify they cost they don’t.
My rant of the day is that somehow between paying for dinner last night and arriving at the dentist today I lost my primary credit card. I had everything in a temporary wallet since I was in the US for the weekend and I only carry some stuff with me when I go but I’ve looked everywhere (well obviously not everywhere since I haven’t found it)
I hate that expectation, too. But my cellphone has an OFF button and I’m not afraid to use it.
Very minor rant, but WTF is it with Oregon and Washington, and roundabouts? They didn’t have any of these damn things when I lived up here, nor do I think they had them when I was here two years ago.
Grumble
At least the locals know how to use them correctly …
I just tell them I don’t have a cell phone. Which is almost true, since the one I have is currently used only when I’m meeting up with someone or if my car breaks down, so it’s rarely on. It even lives in the car.
Try turning yours off on your days off, or see if your provider can block certain numbers from calling you. Even better if you get to personalize the message, such as “I am not available to you outside of my normal working hours”, or “I’m on vacation, leave me alone!” 
Arrgh, allergic to my new deodorant.
At least I found out before I used it as anti-chafe on my thighs and…stuff during a long run.
Or, if work isn’t paying for it, don’t give them the number. If it is your personal cell phone, what right have they to call it?
I have a work phone so it’s reasonable that I get a few calls.
They’re getting to be popular for some reason. The ones that bug me the most are the ones that have no reason to exist. Like the one on the county road 6-7 miles from the nearest town that I passed through a couple of months back. I mean, WHAT THE FUCK??? Who needed farm vehicles and farmers to suddenly slow way down and do a half circle before continuing on? How many grain trucks have gone over because of that shit?
Sweet tittyfuck, I don’t understand this anymore.
How am I ten points lower after lunch than before? Why does 125g of plain Greek yogurt for breakfast put me up at my limit?
And why oh why is my white cell count so fucking high?
I’d be willing to bet that most of the farmers don’t even bother to follow it and just cut across to where they need to be.
Manufacturers of bird feeders, particularly hummingbird feeders: Your products are intended to be out in the elements for years at a time. Hummingbird feeders are intended to be full of liquidy goodness. I pay decent money for your products. So why do you insist on making them out of materials that * rust *?
I buy the nice decorative metal feeders because they look better in photographs than the cheap plastic stuff. At least until a couple of weeks after I put up the feeder when the angstrom thin decorative copper coatings wear away and the feeder starts looking like the side of a North Atlantic fishing trawler.
I saw a neurologist and have to go back for a nerve study. He thinks I have carpal tunnel on the left hand.
I also have a ganglion cyst on the right wrist.
Damn you, August.
I had a lovely two weeks of vacation in Florida (although Sea World can go fuck itself for not providing enough shade on a 92 degree day where I thought I was going to have heat stroke) but now the long hair is treating me like the enemy. Miss Lucy Cat has been hissing at me for a few hours. I will have to kitty treat her furry brain into submitting to my wiles.
Carpal tunnel is horrible. My mom had it. I hope you don’t.
It is my personal cellphone. And over the years the division between work and home has definitely been eroded in the office. I am the last person who seemingly doesn’t call people at home, or on the weekends, or on their vacation days, and think nothing of it. They all call each other, text each other, etc. I pay by the minute - every text I receive costs me money.
Twice a year we are expected to be available via cellphone pretty much all weekend. I don’t get reimbursed for this, but I didn’t mind it terribly - it was two weekends a year! And they never called it unless they really, really needed to. But this is how they have my cellphone number. And as I said, their habits are changing.
I didn’t turn it off just out of habit myself. I do use my cellphone a lot these days. But you bet your ass if it’s not off it’s going to be on silent from now on when I am not at work. It’s for MY convenience and frankly they neither pay me enough nor am I high enough to warrant having me available any time they like.
I just intend to never answer a weekend or non-work call again (unless it is those two weekends).
It just pisses me off that they have to do this at all!
Nah, I won’t need to go FMLA. I’ll just make it clear up front that calling me when I’m sleeping is a Bad Idea™ and that I’m very likely to not answer the phone. The very first time they try to discipline me over it, I’ll get a doctor’s note. Then we’ll have a discussion about Availability, Expectations, and my overall philosophy about owning my own damned time.
Last night I came really close to saying “Fuck you” to my mother.
Last night, I wanted to go to a local sing-along, but I couldn’t, because I had to go to bed early so that I could get up early the next day (I had to get up at 4 the next day because I was meeting someone early in the day.) So, I got settled into bed at about 10, and started to fall asleep at about 10:30. At about 10:30, the fucking phone rang. So I had to get out of bed, get out of my bedroom, and run to the phone in the main room, fearing that if someone was calling that late, it must be some kind of emergency.
No. It was my mother. She phoned me at 10 fucking 30, saying that I hadn’t been at the fucking sing-along and she was worried that something had happened to me. I yelled into the phone that the REASON I HADN’T GONE TO THE FUCKING SING-ALONG WAS BECAUSE I HAD TO GO TO BED EARLY, BECAUSE I HAD TO WAKE UP FUCKING EARLY THE NEXT DAY. I also yelled that my mother had FUCKING WOKEN ME UP and that I had NEEDED TO GO TO BED EARLY. I slammed the phone down. It was really fucking hard to get to sleep after that.
Today, I still need to call my mother and try my absolute freaking hardest to say, in the most polite way possible, never to call after 10 PM again unless it’s an emergency.
“It’s not a Porch; it’s a Ferrari.”
More happy happy. My new tablet arrived yesterday ( Samsung note 10.1 very cool) and I got the word on my interest free loan just now - so I will probably have my laptop by this afternoon.
I spose I had better put something ranty in now just for balace - hmmm. My new anti pee/antideressant medication is working really great on the pee thing (also a yay) but it is too soon to judge the antidepressant effect. However the side effects are - unfortunate. I can cope withe the tirednes but the dry mouth is driving me bonkers. And when I say dry mouth I am talking about so dry my tongue cracks a bleeds while I sleep. So dry mouth with ulcers and broken skin, my throat hurts like hell, mucous membranes in my nose hurt too, hard to eat and hard to talk. I can deal with it mostly while I am awake but not while asleep