No, I’m not talking about stuffing envelopes. I’m a medical transcriptionist and I’ve worked from home for the past 12 years.
I started training with a new company on Thursday. Thursday and Friday went fine. I was allowed to type 2 puny reports on Thursday and 5 puny reports on Friday, for which I make a whopping $10.00/hour (I make about 20-25/hour when I’m working on production). I HAVE to work for 16 hours on training pay. :dubious: They’re supposed to review these reports and send them back to me. They did that on Thursday, but not on Friday…uh…hello? It’s Monday now, you morons, and I STILL don’t have my reviewed reports back.
In addition, my trainer went away this week. She said she was going to send me an email to let me know who to talk to on Monday about what they needed me to do, but did she? HELL NO!
So THEN, I get an email from the Regional Director of my area of the country saying that I can’t send history and physical reports to the document completion department. So I send HER an email back saying that I’m in training and I was told that EVERYTHING I type while I’m in training has to go through document completion so they can make sure they didn’t hire someone with brain damage, and should that work type be removed from my work pool while I’m in training.
She sent me one back and said, “Yeah, it probably should. Could you do that?” NO I CAN’T DO THAT YOU JACKASS!!! :wally This is my history with the company so far…I have 2 days and a total of 7 reports under my belt with this company. My trainer abandoned me and didn’t tell me who to talk to about what I was supposed to do in her absence and now YOU’RE telling me that I did something wrong even though I did EXACTLY what I was supposed to do! AND!!! AND!!! YOU STUPID PENCIL-PUSHING TWAT WHO HAS NO IDEA HOW TO DO WHAT I DO FOR A LIVING!!! You’re telling ME to fix something that can only be fixed from the hospital that my reports are being slung through cyberspace to from Colorado (the hospital I work for is in California). :smack: Yeah, okay…lemme just rip the cord out of the modem and jam it in my ear and hope that it can run on psychic fucking intention and I’ll get that taken care of for ya, Cookie.
THIS is the regional fucking manager???
My resume is on Monster again…these people are too stupid to run a 24-hour/7-day-a-week/365-day-a-year business. I don’t care HOW long they’ve been doing it. Oh! OH!!! and the office people (i.e. the ones who hold the keys to my career in their hands) work from 9-5 EST, Monday-Friday. MotherFUCKER!!! And it’s now 7:29 p.m. EST…I don’t think I’ll be getting an answer today… :mad:
The Situation: I’m driving down a winding country with no stops. There are a lot of cross-streets, where drivers have to stop before proceeding. The guy in front of me (Asshole #1) puts on his left-turn signal (amazing! someone who signals a turn!) and slows down for the road ahead. But wait! There’s a car waiting at that road, and he (Driver #2) wants to make a left, too, onto the road we’re on.
What does Asshole #1 do? Why, he gives up his right-of-way and stops, waving at Driver #2 to go. Oh, and since I’m * behind* Asshole #1, I have to stop, too. There’s no room to pass him. Driver #2 waves back. Asshole #1 waves again. Driver #2 waves again.
The merry waving back-and-forth continues. I’m reminded of Disney’s Chip and Dale routine:
“After you.”
“No, after you”
“Oh, you go first.”
“No, I insist, you go first”
“Oh, please, you can go.”
“Oh, no, you can go first.”
After a bit more of this happy waving, BiblioCat blows a fuse and lays on the horn. ONE OF YOU GO! PREFERABLY THE ONE WITH THE GODDAMNED RIGHT-OF-WAY!!!
The best part was Asshole #1 (the guy in front of me) jumped about a foot when I laid on the horn. It was pretty funny. I hope I scared some sense into him.
What is it with all these people using " 's" to signify plural? (Here is an example.) Apostrophes are signifiers of possession not plural you ignorant fuck!
Just to pick a nit, it was actually Warner Brother’s Goofy Gophers, Mac and Tosh who did the obnoxiously polite routine. But I catch your meaning; I believe some of the most dangerous drivers out there are the ones who don’t take their right-of-way properly; it’s unpredictable, and in driving, unpredictable is dangerous.
My peeve du jour is simply people who keep you waiting for appointments. Our appointment for car financing was 2:00 pm. We were there at 1:50 pm. We got in to see her at about 2:40 pm. I just hate that shit.
I’ve been losing weight. I’m down to just over one stone overweight (14 and a quarter) but I look in the mirror and all I can see is the big blob that protrudes from my belly and the double-chin.
Just had one of my pet peeves on the phone right then - People who ring the number, then fuck off to do something else!
I don’t care if you rang earlier today and there was a ten or fifteen or twenty minute wait. I don’t care if you got bored after three minutes and hung up. That’ll happen if you call at five forty five on the dot, when EVERYONE in the goddamned country is trying to get through (okay, exaggeration. But anyway). But if you call after eleven PM, you’d better be sitting on that phone until you hear hold music, because if I get a call in, and there’s nothing but silence or voices in the distance for 60 seconds, then I’m hanging up on your ass.
I gotta know… Do you guys have scales marked in “stone” or do you simply know? I mean, I know that I’m a 14 stone guy, but only after I whip out my calculator.
Oooh, ooh, I’ve got a good one. I’ve been in contact with Revenue Canada about once every six weeks since July, wondering what the hell they’re doing with my tax return. I e-filed April 30 - it’s September 20 today. E-files usually take about 2 weeks - that’s how long my husband’s took.
I’ve gotten every story you can imagine so far (including “It’s done and about to get put in the mail” on Sept. 1), but the bottom line - my e-file copy is stuck in their system, they haven’t done anything about it in spite of my calling regularly, and my tax return will probably be done someday. Maybe. If they can figure out why it’s stuck in the system.
On the plus side, I talked with a team leader today - he suggested dropping off my paper copy to expedite things. I have a bad feeling about that, but I have the name and phone number of their problem resolution person now. She and I are going to be good friends, I can just tell.
All right, I’ve resisted long enough. I’m going to pit Papa Vino’s, the restaurant chain.
They used to have this awesome warm apple crisp that was part apple crisp, part cheesecake, and entirely heavenly. On more than one occasion we went there just for that dessert, and a few times I stopped and got one to go for my wonderful wife as a treat.
So, a few months back, they decided to replace the warm apple crisp with something called a warm apple crumble. Sounds similar, right?
I e-mailed their corporate folks and asked about it, pleading with them to bring back the apple crisp that I so dearly loved. No dice, I was told. However, I was assured that their executive chef liked the new apple crumble MORE than the old apple crisp.
Well, that’s because the executive chef is a dipshit. The apple crumble consists of apple pie filling I could buy at any grovery store, some cinnamon, and some lady finger crumbs on top. Yeah, bucko, that really compares to the old product…
And I can’t find the recipe for the apple crisp thing anywhere. Dammit.
I pit the fairly new receptionist at my work. The little bitch overheard (eavesdropped on) a conversation yesterday between myself and a coworker regarding one of our supervisors who leaves our work till the end of the month and then we have to bust our asses on the last day of the month to get all of our invoices out. Well, said receptionist didn’t know who was being discussed because no names were mentioned, but went to our direct supervisor and told her that we were talking shit about her. IT WASN’T ABOUT HER! That’s what I told DS when I was nastily confronted with that bit. I also saw bitchy receptionist chatting up my Manager with what I believe to be this incident. SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH BITCH UNLESS YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT! I told her supervisor and the response was “Well, what can I say? Just mind you own business?” Umm, that’s a start.
I’m gonna dog this little snot every time I see her now. I’ve gone out of my way since the snot started to be nice to her, asking questions about her day, job, family, etc., and she’s always been cool (read COLD) in responding. Fine, if you don’t like me even though you don’t know me, whatever, but DON’T STIR UP SHIT FOR NO FUCKING REASON!
Og, I wish I could anonymously link her to this thread! Anyone want to volunteer? Oh, I’d have to change my username though! Any thoughts on how to get a good pay-back?
I don’t know if this was mentioned… You ever try to plug a show on tv to someone, saying how great and funny it is? And how they should check it out sometime, and then you watch an episode with them, and it turns out to really suck! I hate that shit.
A counter-elevator rant directed at my current building management:
I don’t know how it is that the three elevators, which service a total of four floors, are so incredibly fucking slow all the time. Perhaps they need to stop for cigarette breaks or union-mandated coffee breaks or whatever, in between floors. I don’t care, but it’s a major pain in the ass. It may have something to do with the fact that the stairs are locked when there’s not an emergency. So I need to take the elevator two floors even though I would much rather take the stairs.
And you know what makes matters worse? When you decide to renovate all the washrooms on the floor at the same time. So for six weeks, whenever we need to pee, we need to take the elevator a single floor down, and then a single floor back up. So now our already slow elevators are even slower.
Open the fucking stairwells, people! I can’t see how security is an issue, because all the oh-so-important stuff we have stored here, like zoning bylaws and crates of printed-out spreadsheets from audits from years gone by, are already protected behind two different security barriers!
People who listen to I-pods while riding their bikes and don’t check to make sure they’re not about to crash into me. I have been watching you from the moment I knew you had to come into my lane because of the asshole who’s parked in the bike lane in front of you. I knew you were going to go right in front of me without checking over your shoulder. I know you are completely clueless that I have to either slam on my brakes or swerve into a streetcar track to avoid you. I can only ring-a-ling my little bell so loudly, asshole. And if I snap and murder you they’ll probably say it’s MY fault.
I’ll be astonished if this isn’t completely illegal. What would you do in an emergency, wait for someone to show up with the keys? Storage in the stairway is probably completely illegal too, for the same reason of impeding emergency exits.
Most places I have seen allow you to enter the stairwell on any floor, but will only allow you to exit at the ground level or other designated emergency exits. This satisfies the fire code, but makes it frustrating for those who want to use the stairs instead of the elevator.
