Nah, they’re just standard plunger/toilet brush sets. I think the asst. manager bought them at Dollar General. Still, a plunger yuk. This doesn’t cover the hypodermic needles we’ve found in the toilet tank, I found 2 of those shoved into the plastic pipe covers under the sink. I thought they were tampons at first. I couldn’t decide it was better or worse. At least they were considerate enough to wrap them in tp with pointy end down. The bright side you know?
Most places you’ll see a sink plunger. That’s the wrong one to use for a toilet. The correct one is the flange plunger. At least that’s what my dad taught me.
Yep, flange plungers in a plastic holder with a toilet brush holder included. We don’t need no stinkin’ sink plungers.
Thanks, boss, for notifying me that I don’t need to bring my lunch in tomorrow, on account of you’re bringing in pizza for the crew. I like free pizza, but not enough to come into work on my day off.
I just realized I love pizza so much that I’d go into work on a day off. In fact, I’d stay home from a family vacation for free pizza.
That was the best part about having an ADHD boss. Every time he forgot about a presentation to a client and we had to stay late or work through lunch hour… he’d order pizza! The good stuff from thee Italian restaurant nearby.
I need a GIS map corrected for a report. The person who made the map is out for who knows how long with a concussion. I can’t make the corrections myself because I don’t have the program. But there is another person who can make the changes so I ask her to do the following:
There are 11 dots on the map in 3 colors. Make this 2 colors. 3 of the dots need to be one color, the other 8 a different color. Indicate this in the legend.
What I get back:
The background layer has been changed. The title has been changed and the color changed to yellow with black text. The legend has been moved and re-worked in yellow and black. The colors of the dots have been changed from purple/orange/green to yellow and black.
The damn thing looks like a bumble bee!
For those of you that want the full context, that meeting was recorded.
I’m so very tired of my job. My new boss is keeping up the tradition of not doing any managing, which is not so good when we have things that need to be reviewed before I can publish them, but nobody will review them. As far as I can see, she’s putting all of her energy into a pet project that isn’t urgent. We have things that need to be done daily and weekly, and I don’t feel like I’m getting any support from her in getting these things done. Our upper management is a weird mess because of interpersonal dynamics that are deeply rooted in our organization, so I have a little bit of an idea of why things are so weird, but I don’t know the best way to handle it.
I need to do some work in the office, but our parking problems are still ongoing, and I really don’t want to go there. My laptop is about to die and my health continues to get worse. This whole year has been a suckfest, and I’m at the point where I really just want this year to be over, because maybe next year will be a little better. 
Hi there, Quality Inspector. No, I don’t know where the special widget is. I didn’t know the second time you called either, and I sure didn’t know by the third. Why yes, I did sign off the line, because I wanted to make sure the special widget would be included on the order. There was nothing on there indicating that the special widget should come to me just because I signed off the order. Stop bothering me about it. If you had done your job and read the fucking test procedure before the powers that be decided this thing needed to ship, you would have realized much earlier that the special widget was missing.
When COVID hit I saw the writing on the wall. I REALLY wanted to work from home. On my own dime I bought a new desktop set up and remote into my work computer. Could you do something like that?
When you use a party planning website (think evite and the like) to send an invitation to a mailing list, then only the first person on the mailing list to click the link can RSVP. You then have no idea how many people from the mailing list plan to attend the party.
This seems to happen every year.
Yesterday was A Day. 
I have a big project due on Monday, which I was planning on working on yesterday afternoon. That did not happen, because I spent most of the afternoon dealing with another problem. I had some very large posters printed, which were supposed to be delivered this week. I found out yesterday that they were delivered on Thursday, but I hadn’t seen them when I was at the office. So I had to go back to the office and see if they were there somewhere. From there, it was a series of reveals from the customer service person at the printer. At first, I thought they might have left them outside. No, they left them in the building outside of an office door. This probably is not the building I work in, because people can’t just walk in. So I think maybe they left it at one of our other buildings, or possibly another building like ours. Then I get another email from the printer–the answer is none of the above. They have left the delivery at another building where one of our staff had a temporary office a few years ago. 
My very lovely and helpful coworker drove me over there to see if she could find the posters, but no luck. I am glad today is Saturday so I can pretend I don’t even have a job. I’m just going to wipe it out of my mind for today, and maybe try my new peanut butter chocolate whiskey. It sounds gross, but I just bought it for the artwork on the bottle (Magic Rabbit, if anyone’s interested).
You’re right. That does sound gross. But I once was once gifted a bottle of chocolate wine and it wasn’t terrible, though I wouldn’t buy it for myself.
My work is across the street from another gas station. The station is not corporate and was sold to someone else a week ago. Apparently when the new owners showed up they fired everyone from the manager all the way down. This is a small town; perhaps this would work in a big city, but here it flew through the local facebook and now no one is going to that store. It is being boycotted big time. Firing a bunch of local people before Christmas is not popular.
The thing that bothered me regarding my work though is that the purchasers are apparently a pair of Indian brothers. My coworker who I like a lot told me that the store was bought by ayy rabs. She is casually racist and doesn’t really even know it. I’m going to hear a lot of this sort of thing for the foreseeable future.
Amusingly enough my daughter was looking at the town facebook, and someone would say mention that the buyers were Indian and another person would say, “What tribe?” My daughter would say something like, “Umm, the India tribe like you know the country?” So much ranty here.
It’s open enrollment and work which is my busiest time of the year. While it’s only three weeks long, I will be dealing with OE issues from now until the end of March or early April. I’ve had several employees question me as to why there isn’t an option to add a dependent as a domestic partner since we allow those to be covered under our insurance plan now. This surprised the hell out of me, but apparently someone is telling employees we cover domestic partners. Unfortunately when I ask who told them this information none of them have been forthcoming.
Why do users that have had the same password for years (if not decades) suddenly forget it?
I asked if it was perhaps saved in the browser, and somehow that got changed. Nope, they claim to type it by hand each time. Suddenly a week ago they could no longer type it correctly. A scan through the logs suggests that prior to that they’d get it wrong pretty frequently, but eventually get it right, so either they are typing it, or use multiple browsers, some of which have it stored wrong.
Of course the rule of House applies: users lie. So, it’s impossible to know what is actually happening.
It is so much easier to help people when they just tell me the truth: “I cleared my browser, and that reset my saved password, and now I can’t remember what it was.” Great, simple request with a perfectly reasonable explanation! I’m way less judgy about something like that, than when I’m being told stories that don’t add up.
Extremely unlikely this is a phishing attempt, but so much harder to be sure when the person is remote. Much easier when I could just tell them to come by my office, and we’d get their password reset.
I don’t know if English-Italian pizza is up to snuff. 
Speaking only for myself, I often have my computer “remember” my password, so it populates it whenever I log in. I then proceed to log in this way for years. I cleverly write the password down in a small book which I then lose at some point.
Then I change computers or the computer “forgets” the password and I’m hooped.
My job sucks and I woke up much too early this morning, so it’s going to be a rough day. I have to go in to the office to do something very small and unimportant, which might take all of this afternoon and tomorrow morning. Along with everything else I have to do.
One of my coworkers is working hard at being the worst person I’ve ever worked with (except for my evil former boss). She has only been doing this job for a few years, but she acts like she’s an expert at everything. She’s very bossy, and I do not like it when people who are not my boss try to tell me what to do.
I’m trying to have a good attitude and do a good job in spite of every thing, but right now I really want to be working somewhere else.
We’ve got one who’s been here a little over a year, and she just loves to demand changes to inspection procedures and other documents. She occasionally has a valid point - as an example, she was puzzled as to why an older procedure included a particular step as part of a simple checklist rather than including it in the main procedure - but she seems to take it as a personal insult that the procedure isn’t exactly as it should be. If you try to discuss the issue - by acknowledging that the procedure needs to be updated since it is older, and that using the checklist was just the way things were handled at that time - she’ll go right back to ranting that there was no way for her to know that this step needed to be done, since it wasn’t in the main procedure, and how can she do her work when all the steps aren’t in the main procedure, and there was nothing in there telling her what to do…
I’ve started responding to her by immediately marking the documents she questions for revision, which effectively breaks the link in the system and prevents anyone from accessing the document without digging through some folders. We’re short a couple of employees, so there’s no guarantee of when someone will find the time to complete the revision; in addition, each revised document has to be reviewed by three other people, adding to the completion time. This has started to get some attention from the higher-ups in my department, who are quite irritated that someone from another department has the audacity to dictate how this department handles procedures.