You know, it doesn’t matter how logical and ‘valid’ your reason for not considering me for the open position is, the fact that I’ve been turned down five times in one year for reasons ranging from ‘valid and reasonable’ to outright utter (later admitted) bullshit means I’m pretty much done applying for internal jobs or even respecting you as a leader.
Now go away and continue promoting those 20 year old kids with no real work experience and no life experience that you can bully the fuck out of, and we’ll keep having over 100% annual turnover in the jobs where YOU control the hiring.
Damn you Vicks! Sometime in the last few months, you changed the flavor of Cherry Nyquil! It used to be this deep medicinal-but-not-unpleasant flavor that warmed me up. Now it’s like drinking a liquid cough drop, with menthol or some other cooling agent.
It used to be the only medicine that tasted like red, and now it tastes like every other shitty ‘cherry’ medicine out there. Damn you, I say!
I pit whatever is causing this itchy rash. Poison ivy? Bug bites? New allergic reaction to something I’ve never been allergic to before? Combination of the above creating an annoying histamine over-reaction? I hate taking Benedryl and I’m tired of smearing cream over myself. Just stop it.
And to the guy who may have a job for me: just call me back already! Sheesh! It’s been weeks of waiting and teaser phone calls about how he really wants me but is waiting for the higher-ups to make their decision. Let me know so I can either seriously return to job hunting or hire me already!
What in the hell is wrong with my roommates face that I have to hear so clearly the sounds of him eating whatever the hell it is he’s eating? It’s not like he is chewing with his mouth open or eating something crunchy. I’m wearing headphones, fer chrissakes!
Don’t get me all excited about a job and tell me a I will probably have an interview on Wednesday (yesterday) and get me all strategic about being out of the office in the afternoon - and then just leave me hanging. Touch base me with me one way or another - I need to find a new job before this one ends!
Hey asshole,
You don’t have to argue with every single fucking thing I say. No, I’m not wrong, because the banker said $1.2mm, which includes the debt. Quit acting like you were on the call, you fucking well weren’t.
I enjoy reading the religious debates that pop up in GD once in a while, but sometimes the sheer amount of “WTF” that is out in the world (US in particular apparently) scares the ever-livin’ fuck outta me.
I don’t feel like bothering with starting a separate pit thread, but why do people insist upon the types of negative posts found in my Earth Day post here?
You could just say no. Why do you need to go on about how you’re going to do as many environmentally un-friendly things as you can think of? Better yet, you could give a reason why not, even if it’s just ‘I don’t buy into the media hype because I’ve done my own research and I feel confident that the environment is just fine’. Why do so many people feel the need to be such fucking pricks? Assholes.
Sometimes people like this make me reconsider my career, if only because I get so much negativity all the time. No one cares, so why should I? I’m certainly not going to change anyone’s mind, so fuck it. Let’s just use, use, use and throw it all away in six months because we’re a disposable society. FUCK YOU for making me feel like shit any time I post something remotely related to environmental sustainability or conservation. Geez, it’s not like I didn’t do my own research before I came to my conclusions, unlike YOU, who just refuse to care. Sheep.
Agency policy (in my experience) is that no news is bad news. I applied for a part-time job with an agency that I really wanted; two weeks later, I haven’t heard anything, so I have a feeling I didn’t get it. Things move very quickly with agencies if they’re planning on actually hiring you.
What gives me a sense of comfort is the knowledge that if humans won’t take care of it, nature will, one way or another. If we crap it up too badly and humans don’t make it, I figure we deserve our fate.
So I’ve been waiting for over two hours to do a load of laundry. Look, new neighbors, it is not cool to tie up the machines all night. (There is one washer and one dryer for 12 apartments.) I finally went down and both the washer and the dryer had stopped. Fine. I’ll clear out your clothes from the washer and start my load. I even waited 10 minutes after your load finished. Oh, but no! You ran into me in the hall and you’ve cleared out your wet clothes from the washing machine, but have restarted the dryer for another cycle with the clothes you’ve already spent 45 minutes drying! So, what? I now have to wait 45 minutes for that load to go thru a second cycle PLUS the 45 minutes for the wet load of clothes you oh so helpfully cleared out of the washer? Fuck that shit. PLUS as I was starting the washer comes the neighbor from upstairs who’s been waiting all this time, too! He said he’d come back in an hour. I told him, no, come back in 30 minutes because I set my timer and come get my clothes as soon as they are done in the washer. (Why? Because I understand other people live here.) I’ll air dry as much as I can overnight, and get up early tomorrow to throw whatever is still damp in the dryer.
I’ve actually been working as a contract employee on and off for 15+ years, and am used to the way it operates. What tends to drive me crazy is that most of the time I feel like I’m having to train the reps in how the system works.
He emailed and called me like 15 times on Tuesday about the job while I was on another assignment - and I put up with it because it was a good gig that he was submitting me for. And I worked from home on Wednesday afternoon because he was so sure I would be interviewing from there.
But when I tried to contact him back, he was just very non-communicative. Most of my reps just keep me in the loop - this one, not so much. And I feel after all the time I put in to help him get everything ready - he could have just let me know.
We have two washers and two dryers for 20 units on this floor of this wing. Fortunately, we can go downstairs if we need to, but still.
There is a woman in one of the apartments at the other end, who monopolizes the laundry room every other Sunday. Goes in with a shopping cart overflowing with stuff PLUS a basket or two of stuff.
Sunday, the day just about every one else also wants to do a load of laundry.
One of the guys closer to me, shortly after he moved in, would pull the same shit with just himself - more clothing than most women I know, all at once. Worse still he wouldn’t pay any attention to when it finished, and he’d frequently leave the building for hours at a time with his shit in every machine. The first time he did this when I needed the machines, I just dumped his wet stuff on top of one of the dryers, then when I needed the dryer, I pulled his dry shit out and threw it on the counter. THEN he comes strolling in, keys in hand having come from being away, and starts giving me dirty looks. Before he could say anything, I said “Took me an hour and a half to do this load and you weren’t even in the building the entire time. Lots of apartments share these two machines.” Last time he did that.
Yeah, I just went down (well, not just. But in exactly 30 minutes like I said.) and cleared my clothes out from the washer. Guess what? The dryer had stopped again and all their shit was still sitting there! Assholes, it’s your job to pay attention to when your cycle is done and clear your shit out. In fact, there is a sign saying that very thing tacked up on the wall mere inches from your shit! If I had any balls at all I would have cleared their shit out of the dryer and started my load. Damn my ball-less-ness!!! KHAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!
When you see the OCD lady putting her groceries on the conveyor, carefully putting the cold stuff together, separating the raw meat from the fruit and veggies, grouping the laundry chemicals together, and putting the fragile stuff (bread, tomatoes, eggs, etc.) at the end of her order, please, please, please just humor her! Really, doesn’t it make your life easier if you can just package up items in the same order they come down the conveyor? You don’t have to go searching for other stuff to fill up that bag. And it makes my life easier if I come home and know that, if the baby starts crying, I just need to stow THESE bags before feeding her, instead of having to sort through and make sure that the frozen bread dough isn’t lurking in the package with the shampoo and stain remover. (BTW, I tip. Not lavishly, but adequately. After you learn how to do your damned job, which is what I’m trying to help you with!)
And, if you can’t manage that, just step aside. Don’t argue with me when I say “No, I’ll bag my groceries.” Because I’d rather do that than have you drop the canned peas atop the fresh loaf of bread and the bananas. Just. Move. Really. It would be safer for you… (And my husband would probably make a special trip back to the grocery store to tip you if I didn’t come home from shopping in such a foul mood!)
Yup, yup. Last two times I’ve bought Bananas and some frozen food, I’ve had to stop the bagger from putting the bananas right on top of the frozen stuff.
Why is it that people just yammer and blab without saying anything of any substance? You have no idea what you’re talking about, and yet you open your mouth and let words fall out of it. You want me to agree with your rubbish, yet you provide me with no evidence whatsoever except your words.
Do you honestly think I’ll think you’re right based on the fact that you said it? I know you find your every verbal emission to be made from the finest truth imaginable, but that doesn’t make me believe that it’s not made of the same stuff that falls out of a horse’s butt.
Congratulations. I now believe that you are not just a moron, but a barking mad moron. Good job. :rolleyes:
Please stop saying ‘right?’ at the end of every sentence you make. Because you and I typically don’t agree and I don’t like being called on the carpet to make yes or no approvals to every observation you make.
Why can’t we just have a superficial conversation without it becoming a ‘good daughter/bad daughter’ scenario of whether I agree with all your opinions or not.
And please, please, please! I am tired of every time I call you, you saying something like ‘About time you called me’ or ‘You forgot to call me yesterday’ or ‘You haven’t called me in 3 days’. A normal ‘Hi!’ would be just fine as an opener. Honest.
I’m afraid I’ve become known at my local Safeway as the Bagging Bitch. I’ve been buying groceries for 25 years now - yes, I know EXACTLY how I want them bagged. Yes, I know bananas and apples are both fruit - however, soft bananas and hard apples in the same bag always gives me bruised bananas, so I WILL be taking my bananas out of that bag. I will probably take my bread out of the bag you cram it in, too - my bread delivery system at home depends on bread that isn’t frozen into twisted, mashed-together lumpen shapes. And no, I don’t want my goddamned milk in a bag or help out with my groceries! (Yeah, I know they have to ask every single time, and it’s no, every single time, and sometimes it’s no two or three times as they change cashiers or a new bagger comes up or whatever.) Hey, new grocery store cashier, you seem like a nice young guy, but I’m not here for social interactions - my monosyllabic responses to your never-ending supply of chatter indicates that you can save it for the next person in line (the iPod headphones are also a clue). And, finally, having to line up twice and pay twice when I’m buying a prescription as well as groceries is a huge pain in the ass. There is absolutely no better system than this? Really?
