Always. I can’t eat “milk chocolate” anymore. It tastes foul to me. I have a bag of dark chocolate mints and a bag of Dove silky dark chocolate in the fridge. Next time I go to Target, I’ll be looking for the dark chocolate covered cherries, or I’ll be making a run to CVS for the mix with the dark chocolate covered Almonds, blueberries and whatever else it was.
Now I’m imaging the customer and the rep both with google up, plugging in the same keywords, getting the same sites, asking the same questions and finding each other anonymously thinking, “Oh, good there’s someone with the same problem, maybe they have more information.”
One of my first calls on that job several years back; Young woman asks me a question. I google the issue and tell her how to resolve it.
Pause. “Did you just google that?”
“Yes”
“Pfft! Well I could have done that!”
“Yes, but you didn’t. You called me and I did it for you.”
It’s also amazing how many people will do an extremely cursory google search and then call in screaming “Thousands of people are having this problem! It’s all over the internet!” In a very few of those cases, the person calling in was very clearly the ONE PERSON who posted their issue on several different boards…and then called in because no one else seemed to know anything about it. Yeah…“thousands” :rolleyes:
Sure cats can tiptoe around quietly; they can also thunder through the house at a full gallop!
I’m so glad to hear about your new job and all the good stuff you’ve got going on. You deserve this good stuff - hopefully you’ll start to trust that soon. 
THIS. I am known as The Librarian at work because I know how to look things up. Anytime anyone has a problem with Word or Excel, I tell them how to fix it because I know how to look up wordtips.com and exceltips.com. I know how to use Google properly. The ability to search *properly *is rare and exotic.
Big Boss is known as the Computer Whiz for a similar reason. He’s not afraid to play with the settings and programs until he figures out how to fix things. Last week he was telling the help desk how to find the files they needed to fix a huge major fuckup of a problem they caused last month.
I’m not really sure how it happens; this is only the second ingrown eyelash I’ve ever had. The first one was easy to detect; I could feel something rubbing my eye in one location, and I could see the ingrown lash (pointing back toward my eye) when I looked in the mirror. I noticed the current one when a small bump appeared on my lower eyelid. Nothing has emerged yet, but the lash is clearly visible under the skin.
Want to know how the first one was removed?
A small hypodermic needle was used to slash the skin open; after that, the lash was easily removed with tweezers. Oh, and it turns out that drops meant to numb your eyes also numb your eyelids. Bonus fun: because the doctor’s office was understaffed (it was late on a Friday afternoon), my mother had to hold the flashlight for the doctor. She almost passed out.
Ugh, last night someone in the house next to me was listening to Whitney Houston, and I think their music player is against the wall or something because I could only hear it when I was laying on my bed trying to sleep.
It was at that level where you can barely hear it and it’s annoying because your brain is trying to process WTF that is, where is it coming from. I thought somehow my iPad had started playing music in my bedside table because that’s about where the sound came from. It wasn’t until I heard Whitney blasting out I Will Always Love You that I knew it wasn’t mine (I don’t have any Whitney in my music that’s not on tape because I haven’t listened to her since I was a teen).
I can usually zone out people talking or noises and stuff (pretty sure it’s the teen/ early 20s daughter who shares the wall with me) but not music at that annoying level. I was forced to put my own music on sleep mode so I could fall asleep and I have trouble falling asleep that way too, but less trouble than Whitney shrieking softly in my ear apparently. I’m amazed I managed to drop off.
At least I won’t feel cranky for dim sum today.
I’ve had a few ingrown eyelashes, and they are painful. I’m very, very nearsighted, though, and I was able to remove the eyelashes in exactly the same way as you had yours removed. I’m an insulin dependent diabetic. Oh, and I recommend Tweezerman brand splinter tweezers.
Bloody hell. Took the car in to have its oil changed and got a new battery because, they said, the old one was reading low (no surprise, it’s the original and about 7 years old with 100,000 miles).
The car is now idling rough and I’ve had it stall out 4 times on 4 very, VERY minor inclines. <snarl>
And, damnit, I’m out of onion flakes for my spaghetti sauce!!
I’m very nearsighted too…while I have excellent tweezers, I don’t have anything sharp enough to get through the skin (which is surprisingly tough).
Did they actually put Oil back in the car? I had that happen once.
In the diabetic section of the pharmacy or grocery store, they sell things called “lancets”, which are small, sterile, and very, very sharp. Also they’re cheap. Or at least, cheaper than a doctor’s office fee. Now, this involves putting very sharp stuff near your eyes…so don’t do it unless you’re confident in the steadiness of your hand.
Looking on the bright side, you may just look even more mysterious in a pirate patch…
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No idea. Haven’t checked. A friend suggested that the car’s computer might need to relearn the controls after being without power, but the battery’s been disconnected in the past without causing issues, so I’m dubious.
When I was running meetings for less experienced people back in January at my old job, one of the people lied about why she had been put on a final warning. Of course, I had to go and check on it, because she was telling everyone she had done something legitimate that I was coaching them on - thus poisoning the well and making people think I was telling them shit that not only wasn’t true, but could get them fired. The problem was, that while I knew what happened, I couldn’t exactly tell everyone why she was REALLY given her warning since that sort of thing is supposed to be confidential and I wasn’t supposed to know or spread it.
Well, on my penultimate week there, she was fired for screwing around instead of doing the training materials when she was given time off the phones to do it. And being stupid enough to be using company chat and email to tell everyone all about it.
Kinda funny now to see her on other people’s facebook pages (friends of mine - she sure isn’t one) telling them how she got “screwed” and asking if they can get her a job at their company. Just had to tell one of those people “Um, no, here’s what really happened” because I didn’t want any negative repercussions to hit that person if her new employer hired this idiot on her recommendation.
Oh, and then there’s the guy who was in my original training class. For the first 7-8 months we worked there he was late every single day till he finally managed to get within a hair’s breadth of being fired. Then and only then, after multiple progressive disciplinary steps, did he suddenly claim that “no one told me I could be fired for this” :rolleyes:
A couple of us were at a bar just after I left the job when he said that he went to the recruiters that got me my new job and told them “honestly” how he’d been fired from his previous job for absenteeism and had received multiple warnings from this job for it, and was told that they had no interest in him. He was absolutely gobstopped that they just blatantly told him no! “How could they do that when I was honest with them about this stuff?!?” Dead silence from the rest of us as I turned my head and covered my face trying very hard not to laugh in his, until someone quickly changed the subject.
Ok look, I was fired once in my 20’s for the same stupid shit. I had a bad work ethic. I deserved it. I can’t claim to be without sin in that regard. I guess it’s a sign that I’m older and marginally wiser that I can look at this shit now and go :eek: and wonder how they didn’t see it coming. But then I think back and I didn’t see it coming either.
I guess if you’re in your teens or 20’s and this is you, take this as a cautionary tale. It’s called Work because that’s what it is and that’s what you’re being paid to do. If you don’t do it or you don’t show up when you’re supposed to, they have no reason to keep paying you.
Its flipping snowing. I live in the middle of the desert and its snowing again. And sticking. I know that you folks who live where it snows a lot will laugh at me, but there is about 4 inches of snow on my BBQ. The roads in the morning are going to be such a mess. Cries for my ferals.
Chimera I used to have a young friend who worked for the county. He was constantly late in the mornings and often took very long lunches. It was always party related. I told him over and over that he should keep the county job because he could retire while he was young. He didn’t listen. The last time he wrote up because he was late, he quit.
Now he’s a rockstar. Well, he’s not in the big leagues yet, but his band travels on the band bus and he has groopies and nice motel rooms.
When he’s a big time player, I will brag that I knew him when.
does a whole body shudder and leaves the thread.
I usually like our office because it’s got light to spare, but I have a migrainette. My eyes feel like they belong to a vampire, aaaah the sun!
I am SO glad you’re doing well, Chimera!