I just spent two hours learning how our deaprting IT Analyst spends about 4 hours a day doing, basically, low-level Accounts Receivable tasks: printing invoices, stuffing envelopes, checking patient data for completeness, submitting electronic claims to insurance carriers. All stuff that could be done by, say, an intern in AR. Yet, we are paying this guy who-knows-what, not to mention wasting his IT skills, to do it. This is after we had a two-hour meeting yesterday, the gist of which was “We don’t have the resources to complete the requested upgrade.” Gee, maybe if we weren’t having IT people do AR’s job, we could have them, you know, do IT work. Grrr.
You get a choice? And you have vision coverage? :eek: (I wear contacts, so I end up paying that lovely bill right out of pocket. And my allergies are just bad enough that I’m in a six-month checkup routine so I can keep wearing the contacts.)
Nightsong, you’re reminding me of some of the upside of being a temp - virtually no paperwork. Send in a timesheet once a week, and money magically appears in my bank account every week. WooT!
This, and your D.C. location leads me to believe that your new employer is one of the tentacles of our federal government. If this is indeed the case, the paperwork is nothing compared to the online training courses that you will be subjected to. Assume that you will be doing little for the next three weeks except being trained in how to sexually harass your co-workers, give random strangers total access to government computer networks, snoop on your neighbors via official databases, sell government property for profit, and why all of this might be considered a bad idea.
Ah-ha! They’re delivering it to the wrong office then… no cubicle for moi. I have a feeling that if they could shove us into cubicles they would. (I do share the office with another person though, but that’s fine.)
Bingo! 
I’m not sure we rate ‘tentacle’ though in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps a sucker or two.
Read all about it here! I’m amazed at some of these premiums though, ouch. And truthfully, if it wasn’t for some of them having some part of the cost for laser vision correction covered, I wouldn’t bother with the vision coverage. Cheaper to save the money that would be spent on premiums and go to Costco.
And featherlou, pbbth! At least it sounds like once this initial burst is over, that’ll pretty much be the case, until/if I need to get travel expenses approved.
Let me do my job motherfucker! When I am speaking with a customer, DO NOT interrupt and tell them not to do something I have just advised them to do! Cocksucker, I don’t reach into your pocket and steal money from you, but that is exactly what you just did. I am sick and tired of your pompous bullshit. You want my job, but you are never going to get it. The Powers That Be know that you will be an ethical nightmare and a major lawsuit waiting to happen. You don’t just bullshit people, you flat out lie to them. You can kiss my lily white ass you cunt wipe.
My boss, co-workers, friends and I all had to wait until we’d been here at least 10 years before we were eligible for permanent residency, and in every case the application process took at least 8 months. All of us hold down full-time jobs, have started families, and have no criminal records.
A useless piece of shit like Charles Jenkins, on the other hand, gets fast-tracked with eligibility in three years, and approval in only three weeks.
Link: http://search.japantimes.co.jp/cgi-bin/nn20080716b2.html
Why in hell do little yappy dogs not go hoarse after they’ve been yapping all freakin’ afternoon? Why in hell do people keep little yappy dogs that yap all freakin’ afternoon?
I’m soooooooo with you on that. Our neighbors behind us (our back yards are adjacent) have some little stinker that does nothing but alternate between yapping and whining – loudly, in both cases – whenever the owners leave him/her at home alone. We’ve actually had two different neighbors ask us if it was OUR dog.
I’ve met the offending neighbors a couple of times (before they had the dog), and they’re nice people, but I am very tempted to mail that dog to Abu Dhabi one of these days.
Mom…give it a rest about my EX bother in law! He’s a waste of breath and energy. Geeze!
You fucking SUV-driving asshole.
Yeah, you. The one with the big car with the www.dot-com-business.com sticker-letters all over the back of your rear view window. The business-owner who MUST drive a bigger car for god-knows-whatfuck-reason.
I drive a Kia. I have a small car. Hence, I do not take up much space in my parking spot.
However, the spots themselves aren’t that big, but you of course own the road as do many big car/SUV/truck drivers think you do, so you pull in next to me, leaving maybe 12 inches or less of space for me to open my car door.
So I walk out of work to find that I can’t get in my car, because you’re an inconsiderate prick. Fine. Whatever. I’d like to wait for you to come back, but I gotta piss really bad and want to get home to do so, so I’ll go in through the passenger side and climb over. Inconvenience, but whatever. I’ve done it before.
Open passenger door, climb in, try to maneuver in small car, swing leg up and…
RIIIIP
Oh fuck.
There goes my jeans.
I shoulda keyed your SUV from here to next week. Give it a nice tiger-stripe pattern.
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To all Dopers who drive an SUV or a big truck or just anything fairly wide: please, make sure you leave enough room for the driver of the car in the spot next to you to get in, when you park. If the parking stalls are relatively small, maybe it’d be better to park farther away where you’d have more empty spaces around you.
You want to know how much I hate my job? I called in sick today and spent my time applying for jobs online. I am planning on doing the same thing tomorrow. I will go into work on Friday and hopefully by that time they will have gotten around to firing me already, since they told me that I was going to be fired and then just fucking forgot about it apparently. I am of the opinion that a job has to suck really badly for an employee to hope to be fired. Stupid job. Once I get the work thing all straightened out my life will be almost perfect and then I will have nothing to rant about…I’m looking forward to that day!
I’m sick of people on the SDMB quoting the entire OP in the very first reply to it for absolutely no reason at all, then adding a one sentence response that would have worked just as well with one line, or even no lines from the OP quoted.
Damn you, Maidenform, for discontinuing my favorite underwear! shakes fist
As a lefty of fairly long standing, I feel slightly blasphemous saying this, but: for the love of Og, please stop with a) that Bonhoeffer quote about ‘when they came for the Jews, &c’ and b) that Margaret Mead quote about a group of citizens. Not that they aren’t both true and trencheant, but they have been done to absolute death, typically by people who drop them into the conversation as though they’ve just this minute discovered the secret of existence.
As of yesterday, both children (who turned seventeen last week) got tattoos. The boy’s cost about three hundred dollars, coincidentally the amount of money he was given by his mother the day before to drive up and see his girlfriend. Although the boy lives with us, his mother gives him permission to make this trip. Never mind that he’s only had a drivers license for about two weeks.
The girl had a fight with her stepdad and wants to move in with us now, bringing her new puppy. You know, the one she got after her old dog got boring and she took it to the pound.
Shoot me, please.
Well, look at it this way. If the boy’s girlfriend has anything resembling a trace of sense, there’ll be one less woman in the world who has to deal with him. I mean, he chose to spend $300 on a tattoo rather than spending time with her.
As for the girl, if she wants to move in with you, it gives you power. You and your husband need to make it absolutely clear to her that if she moves in with you, it will be on your terms and she’ll abide by your rules. You might even want to get the terms and conditions in writing, especially since she’ll be turning 18 in a year. If she objects, point out she’ll have to abide by contracts in the real world and not abiding by them has consequences.
Good luck!
I think it’s more likely his mom will fork over another $300.
Ha ha ha, good one. No, we’ve done this before. She’ll come with the drama and the twice-a-day crises and make all our lives hell until the annoyance of putting up with us outweighs the fun she’s having and then she’ll run back to her mother’s house.
BTW, I know that a lot of the blame for this situation rests on my husband. That’s why I’m venting it here.
Thanks.
Mini rant: calling pet owners Mom or Dad. There are even print ads capitalizing on this, “Mom, we’ve to do something about this flea problem.”
Unless you’ve birthed a litter of kittens, you are no cat’s mom. I hate it. Hate.
Seconded. I’m not his mom, we look nothing alike. (Unfortunately for me, perhaps.)
He’s my dog, I’m his person.