Enough! My wife is so sick of all those calls. They quieted down for a decade until “Classic Rock” channel on Sirius started up, then calmed a bit, and now poor Jenny’s answering non-stop calls from car salesmen! Thanks a lot!
On the upside, she did get a great deal on a 2018 Kia Stinger GT…
Email: AnythingYouWant @ Mailinator. com
Phone: Work Fax Number.
You can access the email to get verification. If you need to contact these people and they ask about phone, “Oh, did I use the fax number again? I’m so sorry for getting that mixed up!”
I give my real work number to anyone…
Joke’s on them! ***My work phone has never been plugged in! ***
That’s how much I care… and only once in 20 years has a coworker said “Your phone hardly ever rings. That’s nice, makes it quieter around here.”
And that’s another reason why I hope no one hacks The Dope and outs our real names/workplaces. (No, Julian, that’s not a dare…)
Hm. I’m not having that problem. I wonder if it has anything to do with my having adblocker turned on.
Interesting. I thought mine was on but I’ll have to check. Thanks.
Given that programmers tend not to be the most customer-sensitive of people, if your programmers ask “are you sure you want it that way? It’s going to be hell for the users”,
you should apologize profusely, accept the proposed change and pay them their weight in vouchers to their favorite store in the world, as a bonus.
My current project has some stuff which can pull data from four different places, based on logic which was purposefully made invisible; the programmers did warn. The Ninth Floor said “We* want it that way”. They’re the ones who now need to track “where does each piece of data come from” in an external file.
The new guy at work makes a comment every time he passes my desk. “There she is!” “You’re always smiling!” “Uh-oh, it’s the lady who runs this place.”
Today he came and just stood silently until I said, “What?” and he said, “You’re so quiet.” and I said, “DUDE. Leave me the fuck alone.” Well, no I didn’t, but I was thinking it.
I would’ve said… (well, I would’ve thought of it just after he left, but I wish I would’ve said)
“It’s nice here when it’s quiet.”
or
“I get more work done when I’m quiet.”
I’ve been known to stare intently at papers or screen, hold up one finger and say “Sorry, concentrating.” or “Adding up numbers in head… later.”
ETA: I worked with a guy who ONE TIME answered his phone with "On a deadline, Got something quick?’ It was the Big Boss, who I noticed started asking us “Can you talk, or are you on a deadline?” I thanked the co-worker for making us all look more productive to the boss.
Fantastic - looks like today will be all about putting out fires which could easily be avoided if only people would read the fucking order notes.
I honestly think he’s afraid of them all. I got there early a couple of years ago, while they were having their weekly staff meeting. He sat meekly in a chair while the head harridan berated everyone, including him. I only go there because it’s very convenient and he’s competent.
Ok, asshole, you deserved this.
This guy with a big suburban parks his vehicle directly beneath my apartment windows. Every fucking morning at 7:50-8am, he goes out there, his vehicle honks five times in a row, then he drives off.
Meanwhile, I’m up until about 2am doing things and I wake up to this shit every morning.
Horn going off in the middle of the day last week, I went out on the deck and yelled at him about it. He and his wife completely ignored me, did not react, got in the vehicle and drove away. A couple of days later, I yelled at him about it again. He again ignored me.
This morning it goes off at 8am. Fortunately I was awake (intended to be brief, just to pee and go back to bed), so I run out there and yell at him about it again. Again, he just ignores me, no reaction. I was so pissed off that I started to look at the rocks in my flower pot to throw, but decided that would cause real damage and cost me money (and possible arrest).
After 9am, he comes back and this time his horn goes off for like 15-20 seconds. I go out and yell at him about it again. THIS TIME he reacts…
By complaining about how I’ve never come down to just talk to him about it*, how the horn is broken and he can’t do anything about it. And how he’s going to come up to my apartment to talk to me about it. (NO)
So I called the apartment office and they went down to talk to him en masse, three people, because they didn’t want any threats or trouble.
After this, he drove off. Amazing how his horn did NOT go off when he came back.
I think a hose for our HVAC is clogged or something. There seems to be a fair amount of water coming from SOMEWHERE and I do not have the money to get this shit fixed.
Hey, no-see-ums, or whatever the fuck you are. Fuck you, right in your tiny little agony-causing proboscises.
It’s bad enough that I am the mosquito attractor in the house; I have learned to live with that, and the screen around the pool does a pretty good job of keeping them out. But whatever the fuck these nearly-invisible little sadists-with-wings are, I am ready to declare all-out war with them.
Despite slathering on the Benadryl before going to bed, I have woken in the middle of the night for the last three evenings with the worst itching I have ever had. It honestly feels like it would be less painful if I just took my sharpest pocketknife and carved a chunk of my own flesh out where each bite is.
I’m going to Africa next week, and among all the other reasons I’m looking forward to the trip is that maybe it will get me away from these fuckers. Maybe I’ll be lucky and a leopard will eat my face and distract me from the middle-of-the-night torture.
I don’t care what it might do to the ecosystem. If every single one of these pain-dealing assholes disappeared from the planet tonight, I would dance in the streets. So, I repeat.
FUCK.
YOU.
YOU LITTLE FUCKERS.
I’m having my morning coffee at a local coffee shop and some nimrod a few tables over is watching the news on his phone with the speaker on. Jesus fucking Christ, do people even think anymore?
Is it central air? (in the furnace unit) I’ve had this happen. The clog is usually at the point where the hose exits the furnace box. I’ve pulled the hose off at the furnace and cleared the clog with a pencil. put the hose back on and it drained just fine.
You might take a look at that and see if that’s where the problem is. If your’e mechanically challenged any friend with a little knowledge of screwdrivers and wrenches might be able to unclog it for you.
The dog that bit my hand showed again on my deck this morning. I didn’t dare go back out. I had walked my pups. So I just sheltered in place til Mr.Wrekker came back to the house. He is so mad. He got a rope on the dog and put him in his dog box on his truck. He’s taking the dog home now. Shit I hope he doesn’t get too mad at the dogs owner. We didn’t call the law when I got bit because I thought it was mostly my own fault. That dog was some kinda vicious when he was trying to get him in the truck. The dog doesn’t need to be out of a pen. Fox hunters let their dogs loose at night to run foxes and depend on them to come back on their own. It’s not unusual for some to stray. This dog doesn’t need this kinda freedom. Crap. I hate this kind of stuff.
You’ve reminded me of an ongoing mini-rant of mine - I run Adblocker Plus, but I will pause it if a site demands it (Forbes, looking right at you). For some reason, and I suspect it’s because I’m on a Mac, the sites that demand no Adblocking never register that I’ve paused my Adblocker. Well, y’all can go fuck yerselves, then. I don’t need your content bad enough to do anything more than pause my Adblocker.
I’ll join you in that - maybe two of us thinking it really loudly will get the message across to him?
People don’t read ANYTHING these days. My Facebook selling ads always include measurements - they always ask for them anyway. If you send an email with two sentences, people will not read the information in the second sentence (and chances are 50/50 on the first sentence).
Playing bagpipe music to drown him out probably wouldn’t earn you friends. I’d be tempted.
Extremely mini rant - I’m having to change cubicles. The phone and computer were switched with only minor bobbles. I’m supposed to have everything shifted by tomorrow.
For all that is holy, Johnsonville, what in dog’s name did you do to your breakfast sausage?
If that was pork, I’ll eat breakfast from the cat box.
$3.50 destined straight for the garbage.
The single best response I’ve ever seen to this was in a Chinese restaurant.
A man was carrying on a rather loud conversation with his phone on speaker. Another man walked over, leaned in close and said, very quietly “I don’t think the entire restaurant needs to be a part of this conversation”. The first man was shocked, looked around, saw everyone looking at him, apologized and walked outside.
When he came back in, he apologized again and thanked the man for what he said.