I bet they made sure to take you off the payroll first thing though.
I was second-guessing my retiring from a great (teaching) job. But then I got the meeting notes from the first faculty meeting without me: OMG, the levels of annoying bureaucracy has just gone through the roof!
They’d been changing Professional Development methods and web portals for a decade (got so confusing that many of us just stopped posting our conference/training hours YEARS ago!). Now we… (no*,THEY) *have to post their time on three different portals, in different formats. And take useless classes for digital badges (which I loathe), do team-building sports, and report on them at what the department calls “Love-Ins”, led by cheerleaders.
It was the Universe telling me I got out just in time.
Works sucks, and I’m wearing pants that don’t have any pockets.
We’ve had a mystery server problem at work that causes random problems for different people. Some people just experience really slow file saving and load times, while others are unable to save files at all from Acrobat. Corporate decided a complete server reboot would fix everything; they did that last night. Now pretty much everyone is experiencing excruciatingly long wait times during saving and loading, a handful of people are still unable to save to the server directly from Acrobat, and a couple of people are reporting “lightning fast” response times. Also, our internet slowed to a crawl (think low DSL speeds) today.
You get to wear your jammies at work?
I mean, the only other explanation is that you actually spent money on pants without pockets? Nobody’s expected to live like that!
I’d tape some manilla envelopes on my hips, or wear left and right fanny packs, or SOMEthing…
I’m guessing you’re male, Digs. Take a look at pants sold for women some time.
I work for a huge corporation that pays me a lot of money to do very little. There are rumors of layoffs, but I’m safe for at least the next three months.
A research institution has contacted me to see if I’d be interested in working there. They do very important work (lots of work) and pay very little.
My conscience is telling me to change jobs, but I’m so comfortable where I am.
Meaningfulness means more than money or comfort in the long run. Switched from a big ad agency to teaching, and took a pay cut, and I’m SO glad I did.
Male, and appreciative of a)peeing standing up; and b)…pockets!
I’ll march with women: No more high heels, pantyhose or pocketlessness!
My wife and daughter won’t buy anything that doesn’t have pockets…made my wife’s wedding dress shopping more challenging. And thirty-five years later, my daughter still had to hunt for one.
What’s worse are the token pockets a lot of women’s pants have. You can *maybe *put *one *key in them, but not much else.
God, do I hate women’s pants. I mean, I wear them because men’s pants would look hopelessly baggy on me, but never having functional front pockets is beyond frustrating. I have two pairs with front pockets (I wear jeans to work, and after losing a lot of weight, skinny jeans are what look best on me. I know more professional trouser-type pants are even worse to find pockets in). The other pair is okay, but doesn’t fit the best. The two I love the most - yup, of course, no front pockets.
Don’t even get me started on leggings… I have ONE pair with pockets.
Reminds me of the meme I’ve seen on FB a few times. It shows women’s pants, and a single finger being able to fit into a tiny front pocket. Then men’s pants, and they show an entire video game inventory layout. It’s glorious.
Super-mini rant: My work wife has left the company. It was a long time coming, and I’m surprised she stayed as long as she did, but still.
At least my real wife is still with the business.
Shameless plug: I have a pair of Gloria Vanderbilt slacks that have front pockets that can hold a Samsung Galaxy. The whole phone, not just a quarter-inch of it.
I gave up on women’s pants back in college. Some men’s pants are a bit too baggy, but the pockets (and the price!) are a good trade-off. I have some L.L. Bean pants (Pathfinders) that can hold a full-size Nintendo Switch in the front pocket. The side pocket can hold a Pixel XL.
Maybe I’ll quit my job and earn a living by adding pockets to women’s clothes. It would be more fun than what I’m doing now.
I’m a patient person, but I’ve used up all all of my patience. I have none left, and I need to dig up a little before She Who Will Not Be Named comes in. Our website is a mess due to things that we can’t control, we’re launching a new website next week, and I have a ton of work to do already (too much to get done before the launch). She’s making all this much harder by not understanding basic concepts about how our website works (I’ve explained several times, but she usually doesn’t listen when I’m talking), and she wants to totally rearrange a section of the website, which means creating new pages, and that’s not gonna happen. I’m so glad it’s Friday, because I don’t think I could make it through another day of this.
If I didn’t need to pay rent, I would quit this job right now. I’m so stressed I’m hiding in the bathroom so I can cry in peace. My supervisor is hateful, and I’m so very tired of her nastiness. And I have a meeting right in the middle of lunchtime. I hate that.
I’m sorry MagicEyes, hope things get better soon.
Thank you.
On top of everything else, I have several issues with software that are making it difficult to get all of these other things done, and tech support on all of them are very slow to respond. They’re also bad at reading emails, and they never understand what the problem is until we’ve had a few rounds of emails (I explain it clearly, they just don’t read the email). I need a long vacation, but if I go away, I might never come back.
I did that once. Came back from a ski vacation and couldn’t face my job. Called and quit. Totally worth it. (I was younger then without so many bills/responsibilities)
Well, hope maybe a short vacation* will help.
*As in Saturday and Sunday. The trick is to somehow not think about work… either get so busy with errands, or so worn out with sports or walking, or so distracted by bingeing a show or watching Oscar Nominees…
…and remember, alcohol is your friend.
Hey, wait, your friends are, too! Get together and listen to their problems. I did that and suddenly my struggles looked minor (damn, peeps got some screwed-up shit!).
Or a token…
