Was out sick for two days last week, and am the sole person handling this particular product so I’m a choke point with no backup. Coming back unleashed a barrage of IMs and emails in various flavors of “I don’t want to wait in line with the other customers so just drop what you’re doing and make my problem your priority kthxbye.”
My co. has high turnover with what can be politely called “communication challenges” so a depressingly high amount of my day is spent answering questions I’ve answered a hundred times (copy paste is my FRIEND) but the most effusive thanks always come from the person for whom I’ve done the least work. Sink half the afternoon into untangling someone else’s mess and I might get a thanks addressed to my misspelled name, but take three seconds to add employee access as a routine maintenance task and you’d think I’d shit gold.
As someone who routinely finds herself in the situation of people in the team (or even the whole team) not having needed accesses because someone else didn’t do the paperwork*, yo do shit gold. Filigree earrings.
Right now, our boss of several weeks is still on daily visitor’s passes. One of the people who joined the week before her still doesn’t have client email. Little tasks, yes, but which remove huge ass-pains.
I used to enjoy beer. Now when I drink it I sleep poorly, and I normally only have 1. This weekend I went to a wedding and had 3 before switching to water. I was home and in bed by 10:30 pm. And then sat up in bed until 5:30 am.
You know how you go to the theatre and pay $120 per ticket and when you get there, an ugly middle-aged woman is sitting in your row, reading a program, so you have to say “That’s my seat over there” to make her move, and then 20 seconds later when you decide to use the restroom she’s still reading the program so you have to say “I need to get out” so she’ll get out of your way, and then when you return she’s still engrossed in that program so you have to say, again, “That’s my seat over there”, and then you realize there is plenty of time before the show starts, so you might as well get a drink at the bar, and that bitch is still reading the program so you have to say AGAIN, “I need to get out”, and then when you return, “My Seat Is Over There”. And then the show is running late and you had that drink, so you better use the restroom again, so you have to ONCE AGAIN say “I need to get out” and by the time you return, the show has actually started and it’s dark and you have to say “That’s my SEAT over THERE!!” for the FOURTH FRICKEN TIME. I mean, some people!
Seriously though, when did “that’s my seat over there” become an acceptable substitute for “Excuse me”?
And the polite, program-reading woman who had the courtesy to stay put in her friggin seat never accidentally left a purse strap or something in the way that may have caused the four-time (seriously FOUR and never apologized!?) hassler to fall on their drink??
So apparently my 10-year-old has not been brushing her hair properly (despite many many reminders from mom (me) who knows she tends to be lazy and not brush her hair properly), which led to two huge rat’s nests in her hair. So bad that I had to cut them out, which took off about 3 inches of her hair in the back. After I hacked off the rest of her hair to match, she had the gall to be mad at me because it was my fault that I did not supervise her hair brushing enough.
Then my son needed a flash drive this morning for school (at the last minute of course). I found one with some of his old files on it and had him come over to look at them and tell me if any of them needed saving. “No, you can delete them all.” Fifteen minutes later: “Actually, I want to save the College for Kids files” Too bad, I already deleted them. Now he is mad at me for deleting the files he told me I could delete.
Oh, and our cat who thinks he’s a dog keeps going out in the rain and coming back with muddy paws and then hisses and swipes at me when I try to clean off his paws so he doesn’t get mud on the carpet.
Oh, and even though I know should be grateful for the rain since we live in California I am so tired of it. Our normal rainfall total for this time of year is 17 inches. We’ve gotten 35 inches so far. So I feel cranky from lack of sunshine and also guilty for feeling cranky.
I am about six months pregnant. I have had this hacking cough for a month now. It has progressed so far that I have pulled something nasty in my back and shoulder. I can’t do anything. I am also potty training a three year old who is off nursery this week for half-term. My husband is going away for three days for an interview.
Even a deep breath makes me cry.
The GPS response: the pulled muscle will get better when you stop coughing. You will stop coughing when you stop coughing. I can’t give you anything for it, because preggo, so suck it up and try to get better soon. Have you tried sucking on a candy?
I have eaten enough candy to kill Wilford Brimley. I still have a cough.
I’m staying at a hotel for a conference. Last night I needed a carbonated drink to take my meds with. I had to go to 7 different vending machines to find one that actually worked and wasn’t sold out of everything.
Now I hear George Carlin in my head: “It’s sold out of everything except Diet Shasta Orange and that little yellow can of Canada Dry soda water that NOBODY WANTS!”
I don’t know if it will help or if you can drink it but Ginger “tea” with lemon and honey seems to help me. I use the ginger in a tube from the grocery store and bottled lemon juice. hot water with a squirt of ginger a splash of lemon juice and a drizzle of honey. My endocrinologist recommended it to me when I had really bad chest congestion. He said that the small amount of honey won’t hurt me (diabetic) and this is very warming. I don’t know what pregnant women can and can’t have so use your own judgment. I hope you feel better quickly.
Why do people feel the need to post on a company’s Facebook page “I’ll never buy your product”? Do they have that much inflated sense of self-importance? So don’t buy their product. There’s no need to be a dick about it.
Ok, can you work on that car or not? If you have to rev, rev, rev, rev, rev, rev, rev the goddam engine for an hour on end to try to figure out what it needs to have done to it, take it to the fucking shop, where they know what they are doing. Yes, it will cost someone real money, and you will not get paid (or beers) under the table, but this is a suburban neighborhood that is not zoned for your irritating bullshit.
I’ll agree with you IF that’s all they say. If it is “I’ll never buy your product because…” with a coherent reason, then I would say that is one of the best places to complain.
Yeah, that was the first thing the doctor asked if I’d tried. Thanks for the thought, though.
I just feel like a toddler myself- husband’s been on the couch for a month, I cough in my sleep and eventually throw up, and there’s that pulled muscle every time I move. I can’t even use the ‘good’ numbing cough drops.
I had to give up on the potty stuff yesterday, because four pairs of trousers, one dress and six pairs of pants is just too much.
My wonky feet are getting wonkier quicker than I care to admit. I’ve lost my balance and have fallen twice in the last 5 days, both times while walking the dogs. Thankfully the dogs didn’t try to run off or anything. One time a couple driving by stopped to help me up. Another time I did the “sliding into home feet first” so I wouldn’t land on my bad knee, but god, my right side has been quite sore since.
Anyway, so I went to the dr. yesterday. Evidently I have nerve damage stemming from my foot issues which are affecting my balance. My referral appointment with Podiatry is at the end of March. The last time I was there I was told that putting off surgery will do me more harm than good but it was my choice.
I’ve been putting off surgery because of my work. Standing on one’s feet 8 hours a day doesn’t mesh with foot surgery, and chances are I’ll never return to work and will have to retrain for something else. I’m in my mid 50s and have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.
Jesus, kiz. I like to whine about my own medical problems, but then I remember that other people have been dealt much shittier hands. I wish you the best of luck.