A package shipped from Massachusetts via UPS on December 10th. It was handed off to a USPS facility in Raleigh on December 14th, where it sat until today. It’s currently at my local post office, which means I can probably expect it to be delivered to my house by Wednesday.
WTF??? It’s not even anything heavy or oddly-shaped – it’s a package of socks.
Sucks! I’ve had a package make it as close as 100 miles away (99, really) on the 16th and it still isn’t here either, despite landing in town on Saturday after sitting there for a few days, just chillin. Apparently the post office took it for a drive today because it’s “out for delivery” at nearly 9 at night when they closed at 5. Over the past week our idiot mail carrier has only actually managed to deliver mail twice, so god only knows when I’ll get it. I ordered the damn thing on the 7th…
One of my former supervisors asked me something, and I’m trying to figure out if he’s asking a sincere question, or just screwing with me.
He wanted to know if there was a search function for our online courses. I said no, and confirmed that with the dev team. Then I requested one for him, but they only update twice a year, and I’m sure they haven’t been moved by thousands of other requests for the same thing, so fat luck. No tags either, so they’re wildly unconcerned about users finding things.
I let him know both of these things and he then asks, if there’s no search feature, how would I suggest someone find what they’re looking for in a course?
My entire response to this was:
Ctrl-F?
Did I fail a pop-quiz? He’s a head our in-house IT, if there was a better way to search without a search function, why wouldn’t he know it himself? I’m not an IT person, I just work with our program-specific software.
I hate it too, but have to see the 'rents.
Just found out that a friend is driving down to see his dad in FL for the holiday. I could’ve hitched a ride, shared gas costs, saved money, AND avoided the airport! Dammit!
sigh had to reschedule my damned dental appointment - got up and took my normal morning meds and decided that I needed a benedryl because I was developing hives … next thing I know, I feel like I have been doing shots and am pretty much falling over and slurring drunk. Since it was obvious the only place I was going was back to bed so I called and rescheduled and had a fit of the giggles on the phone and told the hygenist to just email me the appointment information because there was no way I was going to be able to remember to transfer the info to my phone’s calendar .
I hate missing appointments =(
Considering how many times someone has asked “anybody got the time?” in a room with more computers than humanoid beings, my money is on sincere question. And these were ITish people, the sort that if you lose track of us in a mall we’ll be found drooling over the stock in the biggest electronics store.
The wind probably died down enough to get some flights out.
That’s the Paris city guide - by the same author, but a different book. The culinary book ranges from $70US for the French edition up to $1,100US for the English one on Abebooks. I’ll just have to keep haunting the local used book store.
And just to make things more fun on the allergy front, a visitor to our office apparently marinated herself in perfume before coming to the office (and just now spent several minutes standing by my desk talking to her colleague, rather than walking the three extra steps into the conference room). 
(We really need a “can’t breathe” smiley.)
Yes.
Yes, goddammit, you are delusional. I realize you want me to validate your reality, but I can’t do it because*** you are fucking delusional***. Your reality is not the reality the rest of us share.
You are paranoid, delusional, and experiencing a full-on psychotic break. You need to be in the hospital. Really, I promise. You do.
I just spent a 90 [del]years[/del] minutes in your world, trying desperately to validate your feelings and fears without validating your delusion. I’m glad I could help, even a little.
But for fuck’s sake, get to a FUCKING hospital.
Well stupid-assed wife of former foster brother, in response to me pointing out the lies in her FB post about how we allegedly spend $900 billion per year just on welfare for illegal aliens, finally replied that if I didn’t like what she posted, I didn’t have to read it.
She’s right. I unfriended her ass.
That’s two down from my FB “friends”. I fully expect two more of them to join soon and am frankly surprised that “OH MY GOD, OBAMA IS GOING TO FORCE EVERYONE TO BE GAY MUSLIMS” woman hasn’t said anything like that since I put her back on ‘follow’. I would have bet good money she’d be the first to go.
I just broke a tooth on a dinner roll. Teeth are so dumb.
I broke a tooth on a hot dog one time (it had a tiny hidden bone inside), and it was three days before I could get to a dentist.
I just found this article in my facebook feed, it might answer your question as to why not read the note and take an extra 10 steps: 18 Secrets of UPS Drivers
That was interesting. This one especially: 3. Driving in reverse is discouraged. I’ve been avoiding driving in reverse if at all possible for years since I worked for an old truck driver who told me to (paraphrased) ‘not back up any further than you have to because you can’t see back there’.
Crap. Sorry. I thought I’d saved Christmas there :smack:
One of my pet peeves is people using cutesy wordplay in headlines for news articles about serious, unfunny topics.
Like the time a guy with the last name Pardi was driving too recklessly and accidentally killed a young child, and the newspaper headline was “The Pardi’s over for the killer.” Or the time a guy with the last name Payne did a charity event for men’s cancer, and the headline was about how he was trying to “ease men’s cancer Payne.”
And just the other day, a local news blog ran a story about the father of a family getting pepper-sprayed by the police, and the headline was “Police probe pepper-spraying of paterfamilias.” Bravo, headline writer. Congratulations on your alliteration. I “like” how the word “paterfamilias” was shoehorned in there, just to get the alliteration.
Blech.
Merry fucking christmas. If my girlfriend asks me to spend one more fucking year with the fucking in-laws I am going to lose my shit. Yeah, honey, let’s drive two hours to visit people I hate and who don’t hold a particularly high opinion of me, far away from all my friends, anything remotely interesting, and with no way back that doesn’t rely on the mother in law.
And let’s do that when I have shit I need to be working on and can’t really work on from here because my shitty fucking laptop can’t even handle the damn spreadsheets for the thing I need to spend most of my fucking Christmas vacation working on despite hating. Oh yeah, that’s a thing. I’m supposed to be planning and organizing the biggest Smash tournament in Germany this year. I’ve been planning this since september, people have been signing up since October, I was gracious enough to set the fucking deadline for paying in advance a whole two months after signups started, and after getting basically fuck-all for two months, I prodded everyone and about 30 fucking people said, “Eh, no, we weren’t actually planning on coming”.
DO YOU FUCKERS REALIZE THAT I HAVE TO PAY THE LOCATION I’M RENTING?! The best part of course being that there *was *a long waiting list, before a whole bunch of people on it said, “Eh, nobody’s deconfirming, I’m just gonna make other plans”. Dear people who knew beforehand and didn’t say anything: FUCK. OFF.
And it’s not like I’m not sick to fucking death of this community’s shit anyways. In september I was a little frustrated at the constant poor decision-making and total mismanagement; since then things have escalated (including what essentially boils down to me being bullied out of a project I started to try to get things working) and I have absolutely no respect for all but a very, very small group of people in this community… And all but one of that group has canceled. At the last minute. I would tell them all to collectively fuck off right fucking now if I didn’t have a substantial financial obligation here. And now even that’s looking like it’s going to bite me in the ass!
And then I go on facebook and see all the lovely fucking photos of people surrounded by friends and family and people they actually like, having a great time, going out and partying, just generally enjoying themselves…
Merry fucking Christmas. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to raid the fucking liquor cabinet and hope they either accept it or throw me out. Either I don’t have to stay here, or I don’t have to be sober while doing it.
:mad:
I have my third cold in as many months. I have to drive my almost-70-year-old father all over creation tomorrow.
Thanks co-workers! Stay the fuck home when you’re sick so I don’t have to worry about giving a cold to my old dad! On fucking Christmas!
This is a little long, but who is actually being productive on this ‘day before Christmas’?
I do some part-time work at a small law firm. Nothing requiring legal knowledge, I just copy and collate and fax and file and such. Last May the senior partner’s long-time secretary retired. So he got a new one, of course.
How it was done raised a few eyebrows at the time. Normally the office manager would select and vet candidates and set up the partner with interviews with a few good possibilities to choose from. This time, well, he basically by-passed her entirely. He said she’d been a secretary at the firm of a golfing buddy of his, but she wanted to ‘move up’ and he’d given her a glowing recommendation and so on. Clearly this annoyed the office manager – she’s protective of her territory and really prides herself on her ability to judge the worth of prospective employees – but Senior Partner – what could she do other than process the paper work?
Of course it didn’t help matters that the only reason you couldn’t describe the new secretary as a blonde bombshell is that she’s a redhead. 
But, again, Senior Partner and besides the guy’s been widowed for years, so whatever.
Now the new secretary seemed to work out okay. (This is awkward, so I’m going to call her Marlena from now on.) Marlena got her work done fine, showed up on time, didn’t take excessive lunch breaks or whatever. If anything, she was a bit too eager to learn new things, always offering to lend a hand and asking how various things were done “at this firm” and so on.
Time passes.
On Thanksgiving Day the company accountant died of a heart attack. Very sad, he’d been with the firm over thirty years, and everybody liked him. Okay, there were some minor difficulties. He’d slowed down somewhat over the past few years, sometimes he’d had to pushed a little to get various reports or whatever ready, but nothing serious. And, besides, he and Senior Partner were great friends.
Anyway, a replacement had to be hired. This was done quickly, the new guy seemed nice … except that within ten days of starting he began to have a unusual number of meetings with various partners.
Two weeks after he joined us Marlena suddenly took a leave – for an indefinite term. And the meetings with the new accountant and partners continued to happen. As you’d guess, the rumors ran wild among us low-level drones.
Today I finally got told what was going on. By a secretary in the accounting department, so I think she knows the truth. Seems Marlena had been stealing from the firm, probably starting within a month of being hired! At first it was smallish amounts – like she was putting in for overtime that there was no way she worked. (But S.P. had always initialed her card, so who was going to question that?) But then she branched out…
Current estimate is she took well over $70,000.
Oh, and the Office Manager (who seems to have some not-completely-hidden feelings of glee over this development) has poked around a bit into Marlena’s past, and she said that besides having done an unusual amount of job hopping, it seems she is married to a man who has been convicted a couple of times for burglaries AND is currently on parole for something related to drugs.
The implication is that there is no way the money could just be returned. So now the firm is not only missing a lot of money, but much of it was taken out of funds being held in client’s accounts, and it may end up with the entire firm’s practices having to be investigated by whatever organization looks into those sorts of things.
Clearly this is NOT going to make for a really Happy New Year for the partners in the firm.
I bet the Senior Partner will be getting a new secretary soon. She’ll be fat and fifty-sih…and hired by the Office Manager.