I reject that - many people don’t know about number spoofing. There was no reason for person who called me ‘back’ to believe me when I told her I hadn’t called her. If I had called her, I’d say it’s 50/50 that I would have denied it when she called back, depending on why I called that number in the first place.
Irrelevant. Harassment out of ignorance is still harassment.
Next time tell them that they’re being recorded and if they persist, you’ll forward the recording to the authorities.
How could they possibly know (until I tell them) that they are wrong?
If she calls again (highly unlikely unless ‘I’ call her again) and won’t listen to my explanation (which, once again, she has no reason to believe because why would someone who made the call she apparently received necessarily admit it?), I’ll block her number (and, if I can get a word in edgewise, suggest she do the same.
It’s the insistence afterward that you’re lying and berating you for it that is harassment.
They are literally calling someone out of the blue to yell at you. Once corrected if they persist, they are assholes. Willful ignorance isn’t a defense.
It’s like if someone had their backpack stolen by a person wearing a particular style of jacket. If they saw you later wearing that jacket and started beating the shit out of you, they don’t get a pass. They should go to jail.
In my state, depending on circumstances (a lot of them, admittedly), calling me up and yelling at me could also be a crime.
But why believe my correction? I agree that if she were to continually call me up and yell at me, it would be harassment. But the initial call was her IMO righteous attempt to shame me (or stop calling her). And since I have a simple solution to that error on her part (block her number), it isn’t that big a deal (hence mini-rants - different story if she had threatened or actually taken some action against me beyond the call).
And there is a large difference between calling me up to tell me to stop calling them (and not believing me when I tell them I didn’t), and physically assaulting someone because they (or their clothing) resemble a thief.
My last response - I’ll let you have the last word if you want it.
Nope, I don’t want it.
(Dammit! I did that wrong!)
I’m only posting again to cover for your mistake - you owe me.
Damn. There was nothing in that rant that qualified as mini. Sorry for the troubles you are experiencing.
Good luck and bro hugs. Hope things get better sooner.
Thanks. Things have gotten a bit more clear. Turns out it’s NOT a halfway house, but a place for people who need a bed and a roof over their heads to stay, until they either move on or find themselves in a position to actually acquire housing. Most of the residents have jobs (I understand quite a few are Uber Eats drivers), perhaps a few are students, and I think there’s at least one couple who are visiting from a foreign land and are using this as a sort of youth hostel.
I’ve texted my concerns to the nominal host, about how the listing needed to be more clear about both the nature of the facility, and about the actual accommodations. She responded that she would update the listing. I also shelled out another couple of hundred bucks to secure a private room for the next Scaramucci.
I am really struggling to get things done at work. I began this job about five months ago, and quickly got given full responsibilities of my department while in amidst a chaotic job (a delayed project from before my time, but which I had to solve) and ever since then it’s just gotten even harder to do the simplest thing. I’m pulled in every direction, ‘urgent’ jobs keep pushing other jobs back, forgotten and lost projects slip by and end up very late, all while I’m expected to juggle multiple tasks simultaneously every hour of every day. And then on top of that I have a new assistant I have to guide and set jobs for.
It’s too much, too important, and it’s driving me insane. I am so stressed I haven’t been able to sleep, eat, or even have a proper weekend.
I am completely frazzled, but I don’t want to leave the job, because I desperately need the income.
Hey, that was MY job dessription!
I had to admit I could never get everything done (very liberating, as I realized that it was an unwinnable game and NOT my fault). So I had a meeting with the boss on that.
I went over the projects for the next month, and my estimates on how long each woud take, and asked her to prioritize. Whenever she’d say “But both these need to be done!” I’d counter with “But which is most important?” or “Okay, I can do A & B, but only if we push F & G until after th 25th.”
We finally set a second meeting, this time with the Production Manager (who’s 100x more organized than I am). This was a life saver. She’d reviewed my plans, and said I was being too optimistic, and doubled the time some key jobs would take!
She also took over the scheduling!!! (I always say I would’ve gotten fired if she hadn’t. Being overly ADD and overly-committed, I’d let a minor project or two fall through the cracks)
She and I would touch base every morning and map out the day, so we could identify deadlines we’d need more time on… and if I was going to work through lunch again.
We included “my” assistant in the meetings, and got some good advice there, too.
Good luck!
Yeah, sounded a bit familiar to me as well. 
Same here. I worked in a place where my boss went to a special project “temporarily”, leaving me to cover his duties and mine. I scrambled, worked extra hours (unreported most of the time), often dropped the ball because doing everything was impossible, and generally drove myself nuts.
That continued for a year and a half. I somehow kept things from totally falling apart for that long, though I was falling apart. I was getting burned out and I realized I needed to go. I applied for and got a better job, and put in my notice.
My work’s reaction was to tell me that they had been so impressed by me that they wanted to promote me. More money but more responsibility. My response was that I was getting burned out and the last thing I needed was a bigger burden, though I appreciated the offer.
The thing is, this sort of thing isn’t sustainable. A person can deal with it for a while but if your employer thinks that it’s the way your job is supposed to be done and just expects you to work that way, you need to change that. Either get an assurance that it’s only temporary until they get more staff, or a new process, etc. Or demand a change. Or leave.
You don’t put up with it. You can’t. You can’t do the impossible. You will either push yourself until you come to mental and/or emotional harm, or something really bad will happen at work that you will be blamed for. Then you’ll be fired and be out of work anyway.
Amen! I said yes to a project and suddenly I was putting in 250 hours in three weeks…
I presented an idea for an animated TV commercial to a big client, and my boss turns to me and says “What would you need to get this done by the end of the month?” On the spot, I rattled off a list… which included “Hiring an animator that I’ve worked with before.”
Boss: “No, no, no. What would YOU need to get this done by the end of the month? YOU doing it in-house with no outside expenses?”
Stunned silence, client looking from big (penny-pinching) boss to me, who stammered “Uh, um, well, since we don’t have the software or dedicated animation workstations, we’d have to draw every animation cel by hand.”
Boss: “Slight correction; YOU’D have to draw every animation cel by hand. Can you do it?”
“Yessss, I can… But I’d need everything currently on my plate off my plate. And I’d have to start immediately, and put in overtime every night and weekend.” Client looked relieved, said they’d get final approval on the script and storyboards in an hour.
So for three weeks, I’d rush home, do bathtime and bedtime and reading with the kids, and rush back to work til 2 am. Then back at work by 8am.
(Full disclosure: it was a blast. Working in empty offices with no interruptions… and I was cartooning for a living!)
But it convinced me that a) this wouldn’t be the last time I was abused (After I made the deadline, boss gave me ONE day off, and ZERO overtime pay), and b) if I stayed in Advertising, I’d never get to know my kids. So I started applying for a job teaching graphic design.
Dear menswear makers:
I want my goddamn shirt pocket back. Where the Hell did it go? I’ve been able to count on it for 50 years and suddenly it’s like every bloody outlet-store button-down or Big Box house brand has pretensions of being a tuxedo shirt. At least TELL me in your sale listing that this item does or does not have one. (And scorn and slight regard to you, Charles Tyrwhitt, charging $10 extra to add a pocket as “optional”. It probably costs an incremental 30 cents apiece in Elbonia or wherever it is you make them.)
You’re getting a small inkling of the rage women feel about the lack of pockets in ALL their clothes. 
QFT. Think we’ll see some action on this now that it’s hitting men too?
I honestly believe fashion designers are extraterrestrials with a very shaky grasp of actual human anatomy (as in, not-walking-coat-hanger-skeleton-model anatomy) and a major grudge against human females.
Oh yeah, for sure! What is THAT all about? Are clothes designers in cahoots with handbag makers? Oh and nevermind decorative “pockets” in pants and coats that you are NOT supposed to use to put things in because they “break the lines”?
(Really, that’s fashion’s answer to women’s call for equality? Saying “then nobody gets functional pockets”?)
Last night husband offered to do the barn chores. But then he messed up everything so much I had to go out there anyway. First he let all the dogs go at once (a big no-no that usually results in taking one of them to the vet). Then he left the chicken food behind. I went outside to bring it and he was missing…oh no, he just decided to go down to the mailbox before he went to the barn. I know it sounds petty but we always do things in a certain order for certain reasons (for instance, you feed the goat first because if you make him wait he’ll try to break his stall down). I suspected husband was screwing up on purpose because I accepted his insincere offer of help. Then when he came in, he was annoyed and kept yelling at one of the dogs. You know, twenty minutes after the dog did something wrong, it has no idea what you’re yelling about, plus I couldn’t get the other dogs to cooperate because they were all busy cowering. I ask him to stop yelling, and he glowers at me and says, “So it’s okay for me to be the only one who’s upset?” Ummm…should all of us be upset, or just you? Is this a trick question?
Anyway, no biggie. Now I have vented.
If I volunteer to do my gf’s barn chores, she immediately becomes suspicious.