Minor annoyances

The BBQ Pit
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Fox (or Global in Canada) showing the Simpsons Tree House of Horror XV a week after Halloween when it was Halloween exactly one week ago. A Halloween special in November? We already have our Christmas decorations up.

My boss is such a pussy. She keeps leading my co-worker on. My co-worker is a utter moron, but a nice girl. My boss had planned to fire her in the summer, but because she was short on people, my co-worker was kept around. A person who screws up is better than no one around, I guess. She keeps taking my co-worker off the schedule and putting her back on, while putting job postings on the university bulletin board. It upset my co-worker and everyone just wishes she’d stop treating her like that and fire her ass.

People who keep buying lottery and scratch tickets. They come in, buy two, leave, come in, buy two, leave, come in, buy two, leave over and over again. Ugh.

People who voted for bush in this election.

Running out of black thread while I’m sewing my pretty new top. Gargh. I have to wait until Tuesday to have time to buy thread.

This laptop getting really hot on my lap.

People who voted for bush in 2000.

My “friend” who keeps trying to tell me about her boyfriend when I’m really not interested on how she fucked him.

Trolls and people who respond to trolls, even when the response is “Oh look, it’s a troll.”

As of next week, I will be working three jobs, but still haven’t figured out how to tell the crappy boss I’m quitting.

And… me for always reading the SDMB but hardly ever post, except to post mini rants all tumbled into one thread. Gargh. Gargh indeed.

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Mine are work-related.

I work the front desk at a hotel from 3:00 PM to 11:00 PM. For most of my shift, I’m the only employee in the building. This becomes a problem when I have to leave the desk for some reason—to get something from the housekeeping offices for a guest, to lock the pool, to go to the bathroom, whatever. You see, Hampton Inn’s company policy forbids me to put any kind of sign out saying that I’ll be back in a minute, so if a guest shows up to check in while I’m taking a dump, then they just have to stand there wondering if there’s anyone there until I finish up. I sometimes wonder how many people have come in to get a room and left because they thought no one was working.

When I first started, I went through a few days of training before they let me try my hand at the front desk. Training consisted of working through a workbook and performing mock check-ins and mock reservations in a computer training system. Each exercise generated a print-out that I put into a three-ring binder. Well, they’ve lost the binder and have told me that it’s my responsibility to do all of the exercises again, which would be fine, except I have to do it while I’m working at the front desk. I really think, sometimes, that my managers have no clue what it is that I actually do every night. Sometimes it’s slow (like it was over the weekend), but usually, it’s pretty busy and I don’t have all this spare time that they seem to think I have. So, of course, the training stuff won’t get done on time and I’ll get a big lecture. I’ll probably even get written up. Dammit.

There are tons more, but that’s all I feel like posting now.