A co-worker just came and “confessed” to me that she had taken a paper clip off my desk, and she wanted to come clean before I noticed. She isn’t literally serious, she just needs to make a certain amount of mouth noises per hour and today, this is all she had to work with.
Yesterday, a different co-worker brought me a stack of papers that had been left by the printer for about a week. She didn’t recognize any of the names in the paperwork and neither did I. She wrung her hands for a few moments, trying to decide what to do about getting the papers to their rightful owner. I dropped the papers into the recycle bin for her.
Ugh, these people exhaust me.
Sent email: “What is your availability to Skype or phone call today? If not today, when is your availability tomorrow?”
Recieved email: “I don’t have a camera on my computer.” :smack:
We’ve been traveling around the U.K.as well as Boston USS and haven’t seen one gender neutral toilet yet:confused:
I always thought USS went in front of the ship’s name.
Typo received that 505 Gateway thingy when posting,
I understand taking reasonable precautions regarding COVID-19; hand washing, making sure the pantry is stocked, avoiding travel, etc. However, my Dear Husband has gone off the cliff. We now have over $200 worth of non-perishables (on top of what we already had), in addition to water, and he’s thinking of getting a shotgun - in case of civil unrest or looting. Yes, we’re both diabetics over 50, and he’s a smoker, but we’re not anywhere near any current cases. We are both relatively healthy overall, we have both had our flu shots, we have medical insurance, etc., etc. Yet DH is become a germaphobe suddenly and is afraid to go anywhere. He sits and watches the Johns Hopkins’ tracking website. I’m actively worried about him, and more than slightly annoyed.
There we are in Northern Italy. We’ve seen a handful or so of masses about. Bringing our land lady sanitizer. Left Heathrow , the plane was almost empty. Grocery stores still have products. Yeah, there have been there are noticeable security, but there alway is here.
My house is only 13 years old, but the toilet paper holders have small escutcheons that protrude just enough to prevent installation of mega-rolls. No worries, though – my mother found a single grocery store in the area that carries regular-size rolls and proceeded to buy five packs of her favorite brand, along with a couple of other brands just to give them a try. (She also made sure to let staff know that she wasn’t panic buying.)
And I have that same problem with my paper towel holder – the guide dowel on the base is fixed, so it will only accommodate a standard roll.
March is Gripe About Co-workers Month, it seems. Today (and actually every day, he does this all the time), a co-worker is walking around singing under his breath, “Too doo, bum bum ba ba ba de bum, da da da da da de dum”, et cetera, ad infinitum. I am grinding my teeth to powder.
Am I just really bitchy this month or have they at last succeeded in DRIVING ME MAD???!!!
If she was wandering around the cabin randomly spritzing things with Lysol, it’s no wonder most passengers disembarked before takeoff.
I’m still seeing Bloomberg ads and anti Bloomberg attack ads, even though Bloomberg has dropped out of the race. Granted, he just made his announcement this morning, but hopefully everyone gets the memo and starts pulling the ads.
I’ve made a post about this before, but not in the Pit, and I really want to mini-Pit the asshole lady who hit my car and doesn’t think she should take even the slightest bit of responsibility for it.
Let me count the ways she done fucked up:
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Scratching up the bumper of my car
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Being drunk off her ass
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Not telling me about it, even though apt neighbors pointed her to my fucking door. Since I wasn’t aware until the next afternoon, no cop can prove she was drunk at the time of the accident
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Not having insurance / lying to the cop about not having insurance
Having initially heard from the cop that the lady had insurance, I got my car fixed and paid my $500 deposit (total cost was about $750). After that was when I found out, oopsie, she isn’t insured after all. I’d been debating whether I want to even bother taking her to court, since she likely won’t show up, and even a court order to pay won’t magically fix anything. I’m tempted to get a court order, but then I’m out the cost of filing, the time of going, and she’ll still likely never pay.
Mini-Rant: I swear to God, If my fucking wife says ‘Corona Virus’ one more fucking time…
Came home from work, the step-cat* was at the back door and wanted in. I opened the door to let her in, and there was a dead robin on the doorstep. :mad: At least she didn’t drag it inside with her.
- My stepdaughter’s cat. She moved in with us temporarily a few months ago, has since moved out, but her cat is still here. We have a step-dog too!
Did she possess a ladder when she moved in? ‘Cos that would make it a - - OW!
WHO THREW THAT?
Oh, my people…
I’ve just seen this on the internal Facebook page for the hotel I work at, from the head housekeeper:
I was just at the IGA to pick up some coffee, and I swear about one in four of the shoppers had at least one nine-pack of TP - if not more.
Seriously, people? Yes, the COVID-19 is worse than flu, and there’s some uncertainty and all, but…toilet paper?!? What do you think is going to happen? If these people also had stocks of nonperishable foods, bottled water, I can get that, but they don’t. Just big packs of toilet paper, and maybe a few other items.
Dammit, I was this close, thissssssss close I tell you, to being ‘fever free’ for an entire day and able to rejoin humanity. No temp over 100 for an entire day.
Then I get a reading of 100.3.
Wanting to avoid cabin fever 2.0, I think ‘Hey, maybe the magic number is 100.5. Maybe I can get away with a paltry 100.3. I’ll call the free insurance nurse phone line and ask’
Except there is no more insurance nurse line. As with all else these days, there’s an app for that. Which connects you to an actual doc, for merely a $10 co-pay.
I bite the bullet and tap connect. But before I can ask my teensy question, Karen-the-triage-bot has a few dozen queries of her own about my symptoms.
Question nine was: Is your fever mild (below 99), moderate (99 to 100.5) or severe (100.6 or above)
No parole for me. Stuck inside the house another day.
Meanwhile the newspaper is at the edge of the yard, mocking me, because I promised the doc Monday I would not leave the house.
I guess I should be grateful I could back out of the app before it charged me
Oh, holy (fill-in-the-blank)…
Just got this email because I’ve got a rewards card for Woolworth’s
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Woolworth’s Australia is one of the largest, if not the largest, grocery chains here in Australia. This shit has gotten way out of hand.
galen ubal, you’re making me very nervous about my weekly grocery trip tomorrow. I may have to take my hiking stick in with me to knock hoarders away from the things I legitimately need because I’ve run out.
I am not your doctor, nor a doctor at all - but I’d bet an extremely small amount of money that your doctor meant “don’t go anywhere with other people”, not “don’t walk to the edge of your yard and right back inside”. Especially if you have a bell you can ring while calling out “unclean! unclean!”.