I may possibly have run across the worst collection of fart-brained tech support forum imbeciles on the planet.
I registered for the site and posted my problem in brief.
Several people have responded (including an administrator), with brief answers that are tinged with wonder that I should need help for something so simple.
Respondents seem unable to notice that 1) I am using a Mac and not a PC, and thus their software/problem-solving solutions are inoperative, and 2) they are suggesting things I have already tried, which do not work and I have already explained that.
If you are going to respond to a query (and I have thanked all and sundry for doing so), make a goddamn effort to read what I’ve posted instead of just shooting off your mouth.
Dear people who live on the next road over from me:
I’m so glad y’all have been having fun sledding down the road for the last couple of days. You do know that by doing so you’ve made the street a solid sheet of ice, right? I did so enjoy skidding out and almost hitting the stop sign at the bottom of the hill. Next time I’ll aim for one of you.
Thank you for your response. The sense of wonder that I might need assistance at these simple tasks might well be deserved had you not completely failed to notice that I was using a Mac, and not a PC, and had already explained that I had done the steps you recommend and that they did not work.
Now that we have established these facts, please review my issue and provide a proper solution.
FB friend posts a thing about how the Democrats are divisive. I post a response blaming the Republicans. Admittedly, I wasn’t particularly nice about it.
(Woman) friend of his goes off the deep end, bringing in Planned Parenthood, Muslims, Liberals, Sharia Law and banning things. Just full blown ‘Step back she’s gone mental! BOOP BOOP!’ breakdown. The only thing missing was Benghazi and I kept waiting for it.
I sent my friend a PM apology for what happened on his page. He apologized to me for her behavior.
I’m feeling awful right now. I was outside getting the mutt when I heard something pretty catastrophic on the highway, so Tony and I went to check/render aid/put some lights on the situation. Found a kid - luckily unhurt - trying to get back into his little truck. At a guess, he fell asleep and missed the curve, hit the guardrail (which kept him out of our creek,) and spun back over to the median. He was lucky again not to be hit by another vehicle. But he was drinking - bad enough - and told me that he was on felony probation. He’s going to spend a while in prison, I think. Seemed like a nice kid, but obviously his decision making skills are terrible. I helped him find his glasses, and talked to him a bit while we waited for police to arrive. Gave him a hug and came home. I can still see blue lights flashing through the trees, and I know that poor kid is scared half to death. He doesn’t strike me as someone who will do well in prison. Sigh.
No, client, there is no “please stand by”. Either you pay the deposit and book my time or I will happily fill my calendar in other ways. Believe it or not, even the help has a life.
ETA: and if you put the deposit down and then cancel on me with less than 10 days notice I will be keeping the deposit. Just like last time, when you had a hissy fit because you bailed 14 hours before the job was to start. Remember the contract you signed? That is to protect ME from flakes like YOU wasting my time and costing me money. Get it together.
A person on my team thinks its my job to troubleshoot our boss when she engages in rude and demoralizing behavior. Every time we meet, he takes it upon himself to inform me of her latest escapades as if 1) I don’t know about her craziness already and 2) I have the power to do anything about it.
For some reason, this bugs the goddamn beejesus out of me. It would be one thing if he was seeking advice on coping with her treatment, but most of the stuff he’s complaining about doesn’t directly affect him. Some things just need to be sucked up and ignored, because just there’s no fixing it, dammit. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve tried coaching her to a better human, and it doesn’t work. Especially since I’m subordinate to her.
“Boss did such and such and such, and such and such and such. Wah!” Can someone help with language that conveys “No shit, Sherlock. WTF you want me to do about it?” but in a professional manner?
I don’t know if I should pit the auto shop or my car or both.
Last week some warning lights pertaining to the AWD system popped on. Took it to the shop on Thursday and they didn’t get it in until late so all they could do was run the codes and figure out what was wrong. Took it back Friday and they replaced the sensor and hub on one of the left wheels (I forget which one). Going to work this morning and the same lights pop on again. Vehicle is now back at the shop. They had better not charge me for this.
I already linked it in the workplace rants thread, don’t know how spammy or rule-breaky it is to link again so I won’t, but my job may very soon go the way of the dodo. I made a new post in MPSIMS about it. No official announcement has been made yet, but my boss was told today that her staff and other departments’ staff will be reporting to a newly promoted Director. Who is pretty much the last person who should be managing any number of personnel, much less upwards of 50 people.
If my direct reporting bosses change to this guy, I’ll have to leave. I’m pretty sure that’s what’s happening so I’m already making contingency plans. It sucks. This has been the best job of my life, I can say with confidence it will have been the best job of my life, I can’t imagine another place I’ll love this much where I’m happy to be here every day.
Fingers crossed that you are wrong SDT. From what you have shared, your organization has done a lot of good for many animals. I hope that it continues.
My rant today is cats. I know that everyone is shocked. We have 12 kittens in the rescue room. We always have kittens there. For some strange reason, this bunch of kittens are upsetting Lucky. Or at least that’s all that I can think has changed, Lucky is now marking the walls of his retreat and he has NEVER done that.
He’s an old senile cat, so peeing on the floor would be expected. Marking the walls over kittens in cages, upstairs, in a room he never visits is really strange.
Poor Lucky. Maybe he wants his own kitten? Or maybe he’s reached a new stage where yesterday’s “normal” is no longer remembered as today’s.
SDT, I hope you’re wrong about the work situation. I’ve been in workplace situations where one new supervisor screwed it up for everyone. It blows.
Related to my earlier post about Grandmother’s funeral, I’ve had a notion nipping at my subconscious for the past few days. I now have the perfect lead-in for my weird-ass, thinly-veiled Southern Gothic novel: “Cousin Caroline and Cousin Jeff were both there at Grandmother’s funeral, and that might be a sticky situation. As far as I knew, it was the first time they’d been in one another’s company since the afternoon that Jeff dropped his drawers in his own front yard, and mooned Caroline - the latest salvo in a property dispute that started before I was born.” (True story. And Caroline is about 80, and Jeff is 60-ish. First time in my whole life that I was kind of proud of Jeff, too!) The sentences above need tweaking, but it’s a dandy start for what I have in mind. I think when the weather gets too hot for anything else in the afternoons, I have enough story in my head to start writing it down.
Thanks guys, I need a little levity right now. I’m 99% sure I’ll have to leave. Whether that will involve a 2 week notice and training someone on what I do, or walking out tomorrow - well, tomorrow will tell. My part time job already welcomed me as a full timer whenever I give the word. It’s not ideal, but once I’m there full time and get to know the weekday admin people, hoping something else will present itself as an opportunity.
Speaking of, flatlined, how are Steve and his kitten? The kitten must be full-grown by now, is Steve still enamored? Does the kitten have a name yet? Is Buttercup still fetching escaping critters?
Don’t you wonder about the aftermath of that kind of death? What would you say to the widow/kids if you knew them? What do the eulogists say at the funeral?
