First of all, I’m just generally pissed in an all-around fashion, because the bank at which I’ve landed a temp job doing data entry has blocked my access to SDMB. What the fuck do those bastards want from me anyway, 8 hours of work? Doing mindless data entry? It’s cruel and unusual punishment, I tell you.
But that’s not what I came in here to say. I have a spleen and it does need venting. In just perusing the Pit, it seems as though there are a veritable plethora of aerated internal organs, as it were, so I figure … what the fuck, may as well post my peeve. And here it is:
The guy that trained me, and who is there to answer questions if I run into something weird, drives me fucking crazy. First of all he is a big fat uber-nerd. I’m talking pocket protector; tape on the glasses … the works. But that doesn’t really bother me, just an observation. Here’s what bothers me…
Me: Say Myron (not really his name), what do I do when this field is…
Myron: Just look it up using the RC code.
Me: Yes I know but the RC code isn’t…
Myron: Look at the bottom the code is right there.
Me: I know, it’s not the RC code that’s missing it’s…
Myron: Did you try searching through the department list?
Me: Yes. But that’s not it, you see the rep sold a…
Myron: Oh, all you have to do is cross-reference with the Product List I gave you earlier.
Me: I know, but the referral is missing a…
Myron: Did you try going back through the Agent List?
Me: JESUS FUCKING BUDDHA ON RYE WITH A PICKLE, WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME ASK THE QUESTION!!!
Ok, so I didn’t really say that last part, because I kind of like this getting a paycheck deal. But I swear to all that is good and sacred, when I get something else lined up and I don’t have to answer to Myron the Super Geek, he’s going to get a fucking Doc Marten up his sphincter.
And this has been my rant. Thank you and good night.