I met with the construction project manager tonight. Basically no critical decisions have been made and stuff I started pricing out and getting in line in October could have been done months ago if the Executive Director had just put me in touch with this guy. Instead, no decisions were made for months and contractors have to be extended an additional 6 weeks because the two guys who got fired never got their shit together. Damn. This guy was like, “so I should have been talking to you this whole time,” and I was like, " It looks that way." We spent nearly 3 hours going over details that all should have been addressed in February - and generating another week of work for both of us.
I hate the month of June. Why? It’s quite simple, really. June is when the ignorant little bastards who are supposedly in school before that month get to have a lot of free time on their hand and thus trash the Internet with their bigotry. The latest example is this anti-Semite. Now, he/she/it/that particular piece of rubbish very well may not usually be in school, but sadly the month of June seems to me to have more than its fair share of bigots acting up.
“If it’s yellow, let it mellow” is a rule for home use only. When using a public toilet the proper etiquette is “FLUSH EVERY TIME DAMMIT!”
It’s the last week of school, so everything is crazy anyway, plus I’ve got a 6th grader graduating from elementary school so I have to attend the 6th grade assembly today and go listen to the 6th graders read their “Mission Statements”* tomorrow. Of course, I’m super busy at work right now. Oh, and my husband’s out of town so I’m single parenting. Oh, and the 4th grader got something in her eye last night that I can’t get out so she’s home from school until I can get her in to see the doctor. Oh, and I also have to get everything ready for the Girl Scout camp out this weekend. NOT HAPPY.
*And why the heck are 6th graders writing Mission Statements?? I’d like a word with the person who thought that was a good idea, and also having the parents listen to them for almost 2 HOURS.
Good news for parents of grade-school kids. All of a sudden, you’ll be empty nesters. I swear, I was going insane with all the myriad Things That All Go Haywire With Kids At Once, and all of a sudden, poof, they’ve all moved out! How did that happen so quickly?
And can I get my sanity back? Well, maybe…wait, what’s this? I have an hour of…Free Time! And I’m getting enough sleep! Sure, my kids are out til all hours (occasionally because they’re running from cops with their spraycans and skateboards), but y’know what? Not my problem! They’ll text me from Yokohama or Grand Bahama with all-night party stories and I’ll read all about it… but not til morning, with my newspaper, a bagel and some classical music… in peace.
One of my zero-tolerance rules is that I do not see cold callers. Period. Ever.
Yesterday a cold caller salesman stopped at work. My receptionist politely explained my policy, but he insisted that I’d see him. She came back and asked me; I remained calm and explained my rule, and that she was wasting her and my time by even asking.
She went back out and told him I would not see him. He told her he was in no hurry, and he took a seat and worked on some paperwork. I assume he either figured I’d give in, or that he’d catch me when I left for the day. This was around noon.
At 1:00 I left for the day, taking my dogs and bird with me and exiting out the back door, where I park. I’d totally forgotten about the sales dude. I got a call from my receptionist at 3:15. She was on her way home, having locked up at 3:00. When she told the cold caller we were closing, he asked where kayaker was. She explained I had left two hours ago.
I’m guessing that’s one salesman who will not return.
California and much of the West has had a drought for years now. When using a public toilet the proper etiquette is “SAVE THE FUCKING WATER AND DONT FLUSH URINE”!
Seriously. I find this baffling.
I can understand why YOU would take steps to make your day special. Kinda, anyway. No, not really. But what I cannot fathom is why the fuck I should care.
You want a present? You want people to cater to you for the sole reason of you have survived an entire year? Really?
As Dave Barry says:
When will this madness stop???
I’m currently looking for a job, having just completed a full-charge bookkeeper certification. My experience is generally in office work, with a bit of retail.
How in the HELL does posting a resume with that education and experience translate to “I’d love for you to pester me by email to come sell insurance for you”. I have NO sales aptitude (tried it), and am not masochist enough to take another swing at something I’m that bad at.
Farmer’s? State Farm?
When I used Monster and the ilk, I would get similar e-mails. My favorites were the ones that were allegedly replying to a non-existent conversation we’d had in the past.
At least you aren’t getting messages from recruiters that send you on interviews for which you aren’t qualified / have no interest. Back when I was searching, I can’t tell you how many recruiters contacted me with openings that were outside of my specialty or expertise, merely because they saw that the company / firm was looking for a lawyer.
My friend in IT would get recruiters contacting him on a regular basis for positions that were beneath his current station or had qualities & characteristics that were in direct opposition to things he stated he wanted, when he created his profile. Finally, he made a fake “joke resume” that he would send to said recruiters. (Fairly humorous, by the way)
When the company (and surprisingly, some did, versus completely passing him over) would contact him to make sure that he knew what he sent, he’d inform the company that the recruiter was obviously casting a very wide net, not paying attention to detail, and therefore, probably wasn’t putting forth suitable candidates to the company. A few actually thanked him.
TL;DR - I completely sympathize with you, but yeah, get used to a bunch of spam e-mails.
Just in the last few hours, I’ve gotten two insurance companies and someone thinking that I’m qualified to be a “financial advisor”, and that email wanted me to come to some “career seminar”, which I’m thinking means “sales recruiting”. No thanks.
I do tell them if they need someone with my actual skill set, let me know.
I’m pretty sure I cracked a tooth this morning. It’s been twingy for about a month. And of course my dentist is on vacation until Monday, so have to go to the backup guy. And OF COURSE I’m supposed to fly to Singapore for a month this weekend (for work). FML.
At least it didn’t wait to crack until I was in Singapore…
Seanette when I was looking for jobs (because I didn’t want to travel to Singapore), most of the people who contacted me were for insurance sales. There were a lot of them. And I’m a chemical engineer: my resume doesn’t suggest " likes dealing with people" as a skill.
We are having sort of the opposite problem. The Engineer has had his current job for almost eight years and we are still getting recruiters calling and emailing him about inappropriate jobs. His specialty is fairly narrow and where he is willing to work is VERY narrow, but I guess those are only suggestions, eh? :smack:
When I was desperate, I looked at some of those jobs.
“Financial Advisor” always, without exception, turned out to be “Selling people in debt on a new loan that consolidates all of their debts into one”. No, thank you, just no.
And the insurance jobs were inevitably low level commission only positions.
But yeah, those things get spammed to every person even remotely looking for a job, without any attention paid to what those people actually know how to do.
“That tooth has cracked in two. Down to the gum line. Or lower.”
Cripes. Has to be completely extracted. And then an implant. Can’t wait, 'cause infection or PAIN. And then shouldn’t fly, 'cause dry socket (maybe).
So. Won’t be flying to Singapore on Sunday, since the earliest periodontist appt. is on Monday. Just texted, emailed, vmailed, etc. to all the people… who are in Singapore. Asleep.
My airfare alone was $6400; I’m sure this last-minute change will add quite a bit to that.
All along, I’ve been thinking “rather have a root canal than do this Singapore trip”. Now, I get both.
You know, I had a serious concern that my MRI would say “what, that? That’s *nothing *you malingering little baby! Does it even hurt or you just wanted to fuck around for a month? Take some Advil and go back to work!”
Two pages of chronic and acute conditions requiring surgery and extensive PT and a near certain career change?! Well… fuck.
Yeah, those asshole poets who go on and on about the perfection of the Human body have clearly never experienced back issues.
I am so aggravated with my husband right now. i had minor surgery yesterday. No big deal. But i would very much have liked him to be there, holding my hand. Not his fault he didn’t feel well. But i also would have liked feeling all cherished when i got home. Or tonight. That would have been lovely, damnit.
Yes i AM a spoiled brat. Why do you ask?
I am so fucking sick of: “Oh, Paul’s a nice guy, he won’t mind if I (take his stuff with the empty promise of paying him back someday; use his things without asking first; expect him to do this without checking with him first). Good old reliably nice Paul who doesn’t care when I take advantage of his good nature without recompense. I mean, didn’t I give him a lift to the train station once? That means I can eat half a loaf of his bread and give away a bottle of Coke Zero to my mates, surely.”
Argh! Give them an inch, they take a fucking light year!