You think working with them is bad? Try working for them. Every goddamn paycheck they give you turns into a pink slip the next morning.
I’m guessing the user name comes from the old saw, “If somebody gives a monkey a gun and the monkey shoots somebody, you don’t blame the monkey.”
I thought it was from that Fear Factor episode where the guy thought he was volunteering at the zoo, and the gorilla wrestled the tranq gun from the zookeeper, and the first guy ran away screaming, “He’s got a gun! Monkey with a gun!”
ETA: And I work with a sea hag. She sucks the joy out of the entire building and then gives everyone a headache.
So you put the account in bed and she screwed it up. Why would you put it to bed if you were not planning on screwing it? I don’t get it.
Yeah, yeah, big scary monsters down the hall, big deal. We’ve got two nymphs and a dryad over in Payment processing. Two aisles away. And there’s a siren over in Marketing. Do you know how FREAKING hard it is to keep my male staff in their seats? Every two minutes, they have an excuse to get up and bring something over to PayProc “for review,” or Marketing … well, I don’t know. We’re a billing department. Nothing to do with Marketing, whatsoever. But, she starts singing, and away go the menfolk. And she’s a supervisor, for crissakes! You’d think she’d know better.
Of course, me, when I go over to PayProc, there’s always a good reason, you betchya.
What, do you think it’s easy dealing with you people? You’re all so damn tasty. I swear, if the computer center doors weren’t locked, I’d come out and just… maybe have a little nibble.
I don’t think anyone would mind Ida, she’s not productive or anything.
Aaaaaahhooooooooooooooooooo!
No fake Pittings. Jokes and games go in MPSIMS.
Lynn
For the Straight Dope
Thread moved from the Pit to MPSIMS.
I’m really appalled by the lack of sympathy expressed for Lycanthropic-Americans on this board. Sure, you all say “just take a sick day” but you should hear the noise when I actually do. My coworkers complain that it’s unfair that I should get an extra day off just because I have a “condition.” My boss left a case of Daisy razors on my desk last time with a note saying he didn’t care how bad the razor burn was, he expected me to come in the next day. And then I come in, covered in 9:00 am shadow and little hunks of tissue and they have the gall to complain about my lunch! They say that it’s unsanitary for me to eat live chickens in the breakroom. I have to eat out in my car, and you know how the feathers get stuck in the air conditioner vents! Don’t you complain to me about “that time of the month!”
It’s enough to make you wanna bite someone, let me tell ya…