Mini rants

The fire alarm unlocks the doors automatically, either that or the alarm is tripped by opening the door. Or it could be what FatBaldGuy says. I’ve never tried (because I don’t think the whole building should need to evacuate just because I need to pee in a hurry), I just know that you can’t use the stairs unless it’s an emergency.

It was even worse in the last (also government) office I worked in. For one thing it was 25 floors instead of 4, and our offices were split up on floors 15 through 17. And so we had to take the elevators CONSTANTLY. but at least there were bathrooms on every floor

One day the fire alarm went off. It was just in the “alert” phase, where you’re supposed to stand by and be prepared for a full alarm. (I guess that’s somewhere between “go about your business” and “collect all your personal belongings and get ready to run like hell.”)

And guess what happened? As soon as the “alert” phase started, our OFFICE DOORS locked automatically! Forget the stairs, we couldn’t even get out into the hallway!

I don’t get this one. You refer to “ringing your bell”, so I’m guessing you’re also on a bike (since cars generally have horns, not bells). So why would you be in a different lane? If there’s a bike lane, wouldn’t you both be in the bike lane?

Pardon me for not ranting, but I don’t get mad, I just get tired. I received this e-mail today from someone who ought to have known better:

Wow. I never realized they were lying about how many black people were left in New Orleans. It must have been hard to photoshop all those white people out of the huge crowds of people we saw on the news.

Yes, the problem resolution lady and I are getting along great. I went downtown to drop off the paper copy of my netfiled tax return yesterday (after calling team leader and problem resolution lady {PRL in future rants} and getting told a different story about the need for my receipts from both of them), went to the receptionist as instructed, and was told they never, ever, EVAR accept returns at the reception desk. I went out and dumped it in the blue box to send it to the tax centre in Winnipeg. There may have been swearing. Went home and left message for PRL.

Fast forward to this morning - get a call from PRL at 8:45 am. She managed to rescue my paper copy from the blue box, and has researched my tax situation, and assures me that my taxes were done September 20, and I’ll be getting my notice of assessment in the mail shortly. I called them on Sept. 1 and Sept. 20 - by total coincidence, my taxes were started manually on Sept. 1, and finished on Sept. 20. Really.

So, the story is back to my taxes are done and will be in the mail soon. If I was expecting a refund that is four and a half months late, I’d be a helluva lot more irritated than I am already, and I’m pretty darned irritated.