For fucks sake what year are we in? I have to send a fax? How about a fucking email! I’m pretty sure the Regional Income Tax Agency has computers.
My company has one customer that still relies on faxes because of their security requirements. They’ve just started branching out into email in the last couple of years. It’s tremendously frustrating because the faxes are often borderline illegible, particularly when they’ve attached a photo or some copy of ‘original’ documentation.
I went for a run yesterday afternoon. A mile and a half in, there was a short stretch where I had to run on some janky sidewalk. I caught the toe of my running shoe on something and fell, skinning everything, and getting lovely black gravel embedded in the wounds. I didn’t check, but I’m certain there must have been a half dozen strangers driving by laughing at my misfortune.
I used my Apple Watch to call my better half and ask her to come take me home.
After she finished the first aid, I picked up my bass guitar and played a couple of bass lines to make sure my hands and fingers still work. Thankfully all is good.
But it sure takes long to heal after something silly like this…it’s not like when we were little kids.
My mother is terrible at taking care of herself. Earlier, I mentioned that she broke her wrist and needed surgery. The surgery went well. But Mom is just not taking good care of it. She decided yesterday that it’d be a good idea to drive 40 minutes away for some reason or another. Today, she’s in a ton of pain. Wonder why… Maybe it’s because you tried to drive with your dominate wrist broken only a week after you had surgery to fix it?
Also, today, we found out that they’ve moved my daughter’s bus stop for tomorrow morning. Thanks for the notice, bus company. It would have been nice if they could have been more specific about where they moved it to. See, it’s at the intersection of street A and street B… except Street B is a circle drive, so there are two intersections it could be at. Tomorrow will be a fun morning.
Medical offices still use faxes. Email aren’t considered secure enough to send sensitive information.
One of our document control employees has apparently just figured out how to play music on her phone. She’s sitting outside my office now working on a stack of documents at the big table while listening to her phone. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be a problem since she does have a set of wireless earbuds; however, for nearly two hours she’s been alternating between singing along with the songs in a breathy, high-pitched voice or saying the lyrics out loud to whoever is passing by. She’s just loud enough that I can still hear her while wearing my own earbuds.
>.<
Coworker across from me likes listening to podcasts, obviously very energizing ones. Whenever she is here she thinks she is quietly commenting to herself (“You tell him! I know that’s right! I don’t believe that!”) but it’s not quiet. Ever.
We cannot have full noise canceling headphones, and she cuts through any earbuds or headphones I have tried.
Saying "Uh, oh, did you know you’re singing out loud?!?" might work. The trick is to say it like it’s a horrible faux pas, and that they obviously had no idea they were doing it.
This might have happened to me… right as the person came up to me I realized that my beautiful backup harmony wasn’t just happening in my head.
Now, if the person doesn’t care, you can throw in something like “A couple people who were distracted by it were going to go talk to the boss about you, but I said you clearly didn’t realize it and I assured them you’d stop. So don’t worry, it won’t go any further.”
So glad I work at home now, with no cow-orkers, just my husband and the cat. And MY OWN music.
But if your cat has read this thread, you might get a talking-to about your Kajagoogoo Kareoke…
I am a big ol’ dumb dumb. I need to see my psychiatrist so that I can get a refill on my brain drugs. I made an appointment and was all set to go… and then I fell asleep at 8:30 last night. Which was when the appointment was (my psychiatrist is an online doctor. It’s both convenient and dangerous.).
Dumb dumb dumb. Now I get to pay twice to get my refills. hurray.
Sadly enough digs, the combination of the size of the office (very small) and this employee’s ferocious temper when she feels provoked means that no one is willing to confront her, even in a friendly/humorous way. I think she is fully aware of when she’s singing/vocalizing; when she’s having a good time at work for whatever reason, she wants everyone to know it. Sometimes she feels the need to play a new song clip repeatedly on her phone (or sometimes her computer) at full volume; when this happens, you can hear office doors closing in succession. I think her manager is vaguely aware of what’s going on – he walks around the facility for exercise, and passes through this department several times per day – but because no one says anything to him, he doesn’t seem to understand it’s a problem.
This is the same employee who threw a temper tantrum when a couple of large reports, each containing a set of odd-sized drawings, was placed on her desk to be scanned. (She works in document control, so this is literally her job…I think I previously ranted about this in the Workplace Rants thread.)
Last August I had been scheduled for my next regular checkup with my primary care physician on Feb 19. In December his office called to reschedule it for Feb 28. Then in January it was rescheduled again for Mar 4 because he had to attend some sort of conference. I came home from a trip Wednesday night to find two messages on my answering machine to call the office; it seems that he was going to be out of the office on the 4th, but there was an opening on March 2. Of course, when I called yesterday that slot had been taken, and the earliest we could get together was on March 30.
At this rate I’m not sure if I’ll actually see him until next August.
Stupid cat went flying through the air and knocked a huge Moroccan plate off the stand on to the concrete floor. Which is not very forgiving. Chipped a big piece. Let’s see how well crazy glue does.
I will accept your sales call only if the supposed errors you see in my Google Business listing is going to cancel my social security number via a life insurance program that has me purchase years of term insurance for mere pennies.
If it’s merely one of those things, however, you can just Fuck the Right Off.
So SAY something to him already.
In the men’s room, which you’ve entered in disguise, so Amateur Adele doesn’t know it’s you that complained.
And bring the petition that everyone’s signed.
We used to have an anonymous suggestions box in the break room for situations like this…it seems to have disappeared during the renovation.
I must have an invisible tattoo on my forehead which reads “give this person the lousiest table in the restaurant”.
“Would you like to be seated at a low table in the bar area?”
Um no, a booth would be nice.
“Would a booth in the bar area be OK?”
We’d prefer the main dining area.
“Here you go.” (starts setting up booth in high traffic area next to reception desk)
We’d like that booth in a quieter area instead.
Yes, four tries to get a decent table, a new record. And this was mid-late afternoon, not a busy time.
Need to get a new tattoo.
I thought I had the only tattoo like this. Last week went to a BBQ joint. Huge place, two separate dinning areas. Practically empty… wanted to seat us at a table in the back dinning room. The host wanted to seat us right next to the service area. WTF. I no and sat next to the windows. Jeeze.