Someone decided to microwave tuna without a lid. Now there are flecks of tuna all over the inside of the thing.
I know who did it, she’s done this sort of crap before. I’m going to wait until she’s in a crowded room then berate her for it. Perhaps the public shame will drive the point home.
Hey, someone put a container of gumdrops out by the coffee bar.
Shit, they’re “spice” flavored.
You will get some of it back when you file your return. The deduction is calculated as if you made that much money every paycheck. It will average out.
Supervisor seems to have skipped performance evaluations…at least for me. I’m really not sure; I can’t see traffic in and out of his office anymore from my current location. Also, I’ve seen no indication that they’re trying to fill the vacant spot in my department (they typically start interviewing the week before someone departs; this individual has been gone since early November).
You didn’t mention how you removed the unholy stench from the office. I can’t stand air fresheners, but I personally hosed down the hallways around the break room the last time someone had the audacity to put seafood in the microwave. That was worse than the time someone decided to reheat some less-than-fresh chicken.
I’ve probably told the story here before about the time my horrible coworker burned fish in the microwave. I’ve never smelled anything so bad in my whole life. Our microwave is in an open area, so there was nothing to hold it back, and our hall reeked of burned fish. That coworker is gone, and I don’t miss her even a tiny little bit.
I’ve probably told the story here before about the time my horrible coworker burned fish in the microwave. I’ve never smelled anything so bad in my whole life. Our microwave is in an open area, so there was nothing to hold it back, and our hall reeked of burned fish. That coworker is gone, and I don’t miss her even a tiny little bit.
Aw, come on. You must miss her a LITTLE bit, or you wouldn’t bring her up twice in a row. 
I once had a supervisor let my performance review slip for 8 weeks. When I pushed about it, I got a good review and a (slight) raise. He got rather indignant when I asked if the raise would be retroactive back to the date the review was due.
He tried to claim that couldn’t be done, but as I was the senior analyst maintaining the Payroll/personnel system, that didn’t fly – I was able to tell him 3 ways of doing that, just off the top of my head.
I never did get paid for that.
This is going to be my last workplace rant. I’m retiring on Friday. In two days. I should be sitting back now, keeping an eye on my replacement to make sure the transition is going well. Except, I have no replacement. The powers-that-be were going to force a co-worker to take the position (they have a history of that kind of behavior) and when she found out, she quit. They did not have a Plan B, though they did finally post the position last week.
After the lull of the holidays, I’ve been slammed all week. Issues have come up that I’ve never even seen in the four years I’ve had the job. So not the easing-out I was hoping for. But they are throwing a party Thursday afternoon so as long as I don’t have to make a speech, that will be fun. And I’ve really appreciated all the kind words from my co-workers, many of whom I will miss.
Still, I’m going to set up my “out of the office forever” reply Friday at noon and turn off Outlook. I’m not going to get stuck dealing with some issue at the last minute. NOT MY PROBLEM ANYMORE.
And, yay! I’m retiring. No more workplace rants!
Six months ago The Powers That Be at work decided to move my department into a newly erected giant portable building that was set up out in the parking lot near the main building.
It was up to me, the disabled guy, to point out that they set up the new building on top of the handicapped parking spaces. Maybe we should designate a few handicapped parking spaces in the remaining parking lit? And I tossed in a suggestion that maybe the handicapped ramp should be on the end of the building nearest the still existing parking lot and not the farthest point of the new building.
Six months later TPTB still don’t seem to think this is a problem. However the EEOC does seem to think it is a problem.
May I suggest two options: 1. New phone number, or, $50 per hour, 3 hours minimum for when the inevitable phone call comes.
You know it will.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
My last day nobody did nuthin. I worked right up to quitting time, logged off of the phone, then spent an hour and a half off the clock taking all the cube decorations down and stowing them into a couple boxes I’d brought.
When I’d carried them out I came back in, sauntered by my immediate sup’s cube (he wasn’t there) then pinned my ID and door key to the wall of his cube so it was out of sight to the casual passer-by, and walked out not looking back.
Having to be at work by 5am, my alarm was set for 3am. I kept it on for the express purpose of getting awakened, then whapping the alarm thinking, “I don’t have to go to work today!” as I sank back into the arms of sweet, sweet Morpheus. I quit after about two months when I got bored.
Sorry! Tapatalk was being weird. She was awful, but she did leave me with some good stories. I still laugh when I think about the time she locked herself in her office.
Kelevra, I think public shaming is appropriate for people who spatter all over the microwave and don’t clean it up. Especially with tuna. Why can’t she just eat it cold?
I’m dealing with my misogynist coworker again. He is so convinced that he is always right that he can’t even be bothered to read my emails, which quite clearly point out that he is wrong. I have a phone meeting with him on Monday, and it’s so hard to be patient and professional with him. I’m very busy right now, and I don’t have time for his nonsense.
I’m still amused by the fact that at the toxic workplace (that I fled so I could start teaching), they kept hiring people that refused to be micromanaged and worked 60-80 hours a week like they’d done to me. After a year of that, they finally hired two people to do my job.
I just retired from teaching. The semester before, three teachers retired and got a huge party, with multiple coworkers taking the stage (yes, they even got a stage) to emote their heartfelt testimonials.
When they threw me a tiny *whoever-can-run-across-the-street-to-the-bar-after-work *party, I asked for no speeches. Boss said “Okay, but we’ll ask you to say a few words.” Yikes, I really didn’t want to, but I did have an outline in my head, ready to be fleshed out on the spot. But I never was on the spot. They all forgot about it!
So, how was your party? Speeches, tears, sheet cake, alcohol?
Big congrats are due! Hope you can relax and enjoy it (I have retired friends who keep telling me “It’s okay, you worked hard, you deserve this!”).
They threw me a fabulous party! So this post is not in the spirit of the thread. 
Our division has about 200 people and I’d say about half of them came. It was in our 3 story lobby and folks were also watching from both balconies. My boss gave a speech and then asked if anyone else wanted to say anything and a bunch of people told stories and said all kinds of nice things. I hate being the center of attention so it was a bit uncomfortable but it still felt really good. Every time I felt I was getting misty-eyed, I’d look at the big big boss, who I despise and was the impetus for me finally taking this leap, and regained my composure.
There was lots of food and cake and presents and hugs. A friend took lots of pictures. I have to say, despite all the shit over the last few years and for all the times I absolutely hated having to go there, I couldn’t have asked for a better ending to my work life. Almost all of my co-workers were great. The problems always stemmed from the idiots running things. I avoided big big boss the entire time but he caught me just as things were winding down. He gave me this speech about how important I’d been and the whole time I was thinking “shut up you phony asshole.”
So tomorrow I’m going to take it easy, finish cleaning out my desk and say the last goodbyes. I feel sorry for my backup who is going to feel the brunt of no-plan-for-a-replacement but she knows what’s up. I really doubt she will stick around a whole lot longer. One of my co-workers who has been there as long as I have (22 years) said “remember when we were talking a while back about how great this place used to be and how much fun we had and every year it keeps getting worse? You leaving just adds to that.” Got me misty-eyed.
And now back to the regularly scheduled workplace rants. I’ll still read them but I will be free!
I want to print this out and put it on my bulletin board, but then some people will think I have a “bad attitude.”
That’s what made it so great. That Christian campus ministry group was full of wonderful people, but they all had sanctified sticks up their butts. I doubt they’d ever worked with someone that honest (and naughty) before.
I love a happy ending! Enjoy being retired!
Have it made into a plausible facsimile of a motivational poster. Then put a REAL motivational poster with the same image on the bulletin board. After a few weeks, switch them out.