I was bored today so I took an online IQ test. After about an hour I got to the end only to find I had to fork out twenty bucks for the results. Didn’t tell me that, did they, the cunts.
Girls, you don’t need to take a bath in your cologne. Please tone it down so that your stink does not precede you.
To my ex-employer:
I don’t work for you any more. I haven’t work for you for over 6 weeks for now. The reason I don’t work for you any more is because I hated working for you. I hated working for you so badly I was having nightmares about chewing my leg off to escape. It wasn’t just that you let our biggest clients bully me and my department; it was that you let my coworkers and our vendors bully us as well. You also gave me a mild screwing when I left, but it was worth every penny you didn’t pay me to be rid of you.
So, why am I writing about this on a pleasant Friday morning when I should be looking forward to another day at a new job where they pay me well and treat me better? Here’s why.
Something’s broken and you’re expecting me to fix it for you, even though it broke after I left. The last two times something didn’t work because of your foolishness, I helped you out for free, in part because I didn’t know about the last mild screwing. The first time, I had to e-mail you again and asked if the solution I e-mailed you work. The second, more serious time, when I e-mailed you asking if the solution I gave you worked two weeks after I’d taken the time to help you out, you didn’t reply. Instead, you e-mailed me yesterday, two days later, with another request for help.
I’m taking time and effort to help you out for nothing at all, not even thanks. In a capitalist society, that’s not the way it works. Good will? I don’t have any left. A desire to help people I spent the bulk of my time with? Why, if they don’t even take the trouble to say thanks? At this point, I owe you exactly nothing. I did send you a possible solution to your problem, but it’s difficult to diagnose and fix this thing from the other side of town. I said I’m willing to go in and I meant it. Here’s the deal, though. It will cost you a consultant’s fee, and you will pay for at least an hour even if it only takes 5 minutes to fix the problem.
I’ve had enough of your bullshit and one of the reason I walked out on you was so I wouldn’t have to take any more of it. You kept telling me I had to lie down and take it. I didn’t accept that as a child and I’m certainly not accepting it now. If you can’t be bothered to even say, “Thanks”, why on earth should I be bothered to take my personal time to help you out?
Fellow Dopers, thanks for letting me get that off my chest.
I work setting up this program which is basically one huge database where you plug in your data and you only need to write it once… if someone from Production writes that he’s used 300kg of material 12345, the system automatically deducts those 300kg from available stock, its value from the value of the total stock, and can even prepare a Purchasing order by itself if the stock has gone below “safety levels.”
I’d like to whine a bit about people who:
- create additional fields, so that something which should be written only once now needs to be writen 3 times (defeating the whole purpose of the program),
- then make each field the domain of a different department,
- of course the departments don’t talk to each other,
- and when data in the three reports doesn’t match at all and things don’t work, “program broken, fix now!”
I’d also like to whine about people who program a fix for a commonly-recurring problem (which would be fixed by making sure that people don’t use something until they have all the freaking data in, but oh my God how dare we suggest that people be responsible for what they do) and make a fix that will only work in about 10% of the possible cases. For example it works if of the three aforementioned fields A is greater than B, but not if A is lower than B, nor does it take C into account.
And I’d like to pit me for having this notion that damnit, if you’re being paid to do a job you should do it well!
I am invisible and desperately alone.
this is nobody’s fault but mine.
what’s wrong with me?
Nah, I see you. And your little dog, too.
I don’t like the juice machine at work. It won’t indicate which selections are sold out. It also won’t return money if there are any available selections. So if you put your money in and then find out it’s sold out of your choice, you can’t get your money back and are forced to buy something else. Like strawberry-kiwi or fruit punch.
Please – find someone to talk to in Real Life. If you don’t have a friend, then a counselor. Do you have a clergyman? Is there someone at your job? Look in your phone book for agencies. Or a hot line – any hotline, even one for a problem you don 't have, will be able to refer you to someone who can help.
No one should feel so alone.
I don’t give a shit, or a fuck, or a flying fuck, or a rat’s ass, or anything else, if that’s where you wanted those furney pads and kino-flo ballasts or not. It is my bedroom too. Don’t fucking say you’re going to put something away, something that takes up ALL the available floor space, and then don’t do it. Oh, and I also put away those magazines that you CLAIMED you were going to file. And all the other crap you pulled out of the closet. Don’t even try to tell me that you were going to reorganize them. You would have ended up doing the same exact fucking thing, except three weeks from now. You are just like my mom when you do this shit, do you realize that? Just. Like. My mom.
I hope a few of his fellow inmates “marry” Warren Jeffs in the slammer, complete with a forced ceremony and all of the “I dos”.
To the crossword in today’s student paper: “El ___” (4 letters) is not a particularly useful clue.
To Firefox: I know that version 2.0.0.7 is available, but I’m busy and will do it later. Leave me alone!
To the water in my dorm: You taste terrible and make my throat hurt. Fuck you!
To my 8:00am class: You’re far too early in the morning.
To “The Game of Life”: You’re far too addicting. I… must… resist… urge… to… create… more… guns…
Bulgarian customs people: kiss my ass, fuckers.
Thank Og someone else agrees with me on this one. Nobody should be leaving “scent trails” around, let alone because they put on too much cologne/perfume. A little goes a long way!
I work in a company where, at our location, the sales, service, body shop, and parts departments are separate. I can’t access anything that doesn’t have to do with sales, and, well, I’m a receptionist. I’m paid to answer phones, make receipts for payments, and connect you with the person you are looking for. I cannot make appointments for other departments, I can’t make them for this department, I can’t tell you how much X costs, I can’t do your financing, and it’s not my responsibility to open up other departments because you couldn’t get your ass here while they were open.
A girl came in the other night. She’s maybe four or five years younger than I am (24) and had dropped off her car to service earlier that day. Apparently she had trouble getting a hold of the people in service all day and decided to have her friend drive her up an hour after the service department closed. I can’t help her, other than to call the service manager’s cell and leave him a detailed message. I offer help, and I can’t get her to pay attention to me for more than half a second while she and her friend gossip, text people, and randomly call up people while trying to get assistance. It shouldn’t take five minutes to get a first and last name just to try to help her beyond what I’m obligated to do.
Me: dials number And what is your name, miss?
girl: [first name]
Me: And do you have a last name, miss?
girl: rolls her eyes [last name]
Me: Thank you. thinks: “Plan better next time, dipshit. And quit chatting on your phone while I’m trying to help you. It’s not like there isn’t anyone who can understand you when you speak Spanish in a heavily Hispanic area. You’re lucky I’m trying to help you at all with the attitude you’ve had.”
Seriously people.
Prey - is a word used to describe a hunting/stalking behaviour. Or to describe a creature that is being hunted/stalked.
What you mean is PRAY. For fuck’s sake. You PRAY that someone doesn’t do something.
No I will not “watch your bookbag” while you make a call. Pick the damn thing up and take it with you. Not that hard.