After two hours fighting with my husband last night (and getting the cold shoulder this morning), I’m still not sure what it was all about…
Food handlers… Please don’t talk to me while you are leaning over my food.
I’m looking at you, Sylvester at Subway, who is always saying “Sufferin’ Succotash” right over the sub you are preparing for me.
And don’t go scratching your arm directly over my open coffee cup.
And above all, please use the gloves for food and not money, or vice versa. Just don’t handle money with the same gloves you are using to make my food.
On Sunday I went to Dunkin’ Donuts and I watched as the arm-scratching dude walked past carrying stuff and coughing without even the slightest attempt to aim his cough away from the racks of fresh donuts. I asked the girl to reach for one at the back of the rack.
Been there, done that, forgot to purchase a T-shirt.
Either hash it out tonight or let it go entirely. There don’t seem to be any other good options.
Makeup sex?
+1 if you don’t know what the fight was about.
Whew, I thought you were ignoring me for a while there.
Yes, make-up sex!
I always think this is so unfair. It assumes your way of arguing is the only way. When I fight, I don’t need the ranting, get it out of my system, screaming match. I need to basically walk away from the person for a while. I’ll tell you what I think you did wrong, and, if I am still mad, then I may well “give you the cold shoulder” the next day.
My ex (gf, not wife) was much more of the hash it out and let it go type. Didn’t and doesn’t work for me.
Cold shoulder people should be shot on sight. Grrrrrrrr, I HATE when they do that. (which, I’m sure, is why they DO do it). My next boyfriend will be thoroughly inspected for the temperature capacity of his delts before the second date. 
Woohoo, we are up to “cautious civility and pretend amnesia”!
At least you knew there was a fight.
I’ve gotten the cold shoulder without ever having been aware there was a dispute.
… and if you don’t know why I’m mad, I’m certainly not going to tell you!
You’re married to my ex-boyfriend I see.
An Alaskan who doesn’t own Sorels? That’s it: you’re out of the club!
Customer demands Manager, refuses to give any information, won’t stop yelling at first level tech, who has no clue why the guy is calling because he won’t say. I take the call, but advise the tech that, next time, if someone won’t stop yelling and refuses to give any information, warn them that you cannot continue the call unless they calm down and give you their information, and if they refuse, HANG UP (as per procedure).
(Paraphrasing 5 minute conversation)
Me: Hello, my name is X, how are you today sir?
Cx: I’ve been on the phone for FIVE HOURS! BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!
Me: Um, Ok, can I get…
Cx: Ok? OK? you think this is OK??? BLAARRRGHAAARRAAAAHHH!!!
Me: Sir, I’m trying to get you to tell me what the issue is, can you please stop yelling and tell me?
Cx: I’ve had 17 people hang up on me, ARGLEBARGLEASSHOLESBLARG!!!
Me: That sounds rather unlikely, but… (if I’d have had the chance to complete the sentence, would have said “perhaps it is because you will not stop yelling at our people or tell us what this is about” - yes, I’m allowed to say that, and there were no previous notes about any calls from this guy, so “17 times” is bullshit.)
CX: ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR? I DEMAND YOUR BOSS!! I’ve been on the phone for over five hours and 17 of you bastards have hung up on me, and now you’re calling me a liar!
Me: (firmly, a little bass) And if you don’t stop yelling at me, this call is going to end the same way. Please stop yelling and tell me what the issue is.
Cx: Are you threatening to hang up on me? Go ahead! I’m going to escalate this to the top of your company. See if I don’t! Hang up. Go ahead, hang up.
Me: Can you…
Cx: SHUT UP. STOP TALKING AND LISTEN. Hang up. I dare you. Hang up on me. Go ahead. Just shut the hell up and hang up already.
Me: (happily) As you wish. <click>
You might want to try googling the name of your company, along with the terms “HUNG UP,” “FIVE HOURS,” and “SEVENTEEN TIMES” in the next couple of days…
(Make that 18 times.)
Heh.
'Twouldn’t surprise me if the caller pulled that number out of his ass, on account of having an extra syllable.
It’s a pretty standard evolution for a compound noun. It starts out as “word1 word2,” then moves to the hyphenated “word1-word2,” and then finally arrives at the conjoined “word1word2.” Honestly we should just jam everything together to start with. Oh, and the evolution of the capitalization of certain words works the same way: we used to capitalize “telephone” the same way some people still capitalize “Internet.”
Unfortunately, sometimes you don’t have a choice. I have some boots with three-inch heels that I pretty much have to wear when it’s snowing and I need to dress business casual or business for work. They’re actually surprisingly stable.
Wait, so when did you and the caller kiss?
Honestly, I would have had no problems calling him a liar on that one and pretty much did, but it is usually more effective to tell them that; “Perhaps the reason you’re being hung up on so many times is that you are abusive. We are not required to take that from you. Please talk to me in a more professional manner.”
When they say “five times”, I know that is made up. It is the default number for showing emphasis on repeating an action. I’ve told you five times, I’ve called you five times, I’ve had to do this five times, etc. Numbers over 10? I call bullshit straight out, and if they insist, then I usually note that “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. So let’s stop doing that and try something different.” Only the most violently stupid object to the idea of trying something else that might actually work.
But hey, the rest of the day went really smooth and today was really pleasant too. I also checked my numbers and as of today, I am tied for highest number of warranty exceptions granted this month. Last quarter I was in the top 1/4 of the department on that.
You’re nice, I’m nice.
You’re not, you get nothing.
Stupid co-worker who said in email to many people “here is suggestion for this document you made and we should spend more time to polish it”. So I invite him to look over my shoulder at this document to make sure it comes up to his standards. He says for me to do the suggested change (which I had already done) and that everything else looks good. Dude if you just wanted the suggested change, then let me do that and forget the friggin line about needing to polish it more.
This is also a dude who sent out an email to upper mgmt 6 months ago that I was making errors in my work (without saying what the errors were and him not understanding that there were bugs in a program someone else wrote that needed to be worked out and I actually got them worked out). It was at a day I was working my butt off to get things done so that I could catch a plane early the next morning to attend my older sister’s funeral. But my boss asked what was wrong and I sorta let the whole problem with him out and I think the boss talked to him.
Gad I hate co-workers who take snipes in email.
Sshhhh, the Sorels are for going out clubbin’, the BAFFINS are for work.
Besides, I was never a real Alaskan anyway, I hate fishin’ and huntin’ and snowmachin’ (sleddin’ I think they call it). I’m surprised they let me in the Pacific Northwest with those things working against me.