Stupid laptop design where the DVD tray eject button is easily bumped or pressed when I carry the thing around to meetings. Coworkers say they have the same problem with theirs, so it must be a model design flaw. Yesterday the tray popped out as I was carrying the laptop against my side, and it bent and broke. My ace IT team replaced it quickly, but the new one continues in it’s predecessor’s tradition: it’s popped open about 3 times in 4 hours. Despite being taped shut. I’m going to untape it and just pop the entire thing out and walk around with a laptop with a gaping hole in it. Safer that way, I think.
Bigger peeve. We have a contracts team who… you guessed it, helps potential customers decide if they want to buy our services. They do this by sending them information about said services. For some reason our executive team apparently doesn’t know this team exists, and couldn’t be arsed to ask, so they’ve asked our team of analysts to send documentation to a potential customer. It’s not that I don’t like being helpful. It’s that they told us to send X info, but not Y details and etc and blahblah. I politely suggested to my boss that the contracts team handles this exact type of thing weekly, so they may be able to help. My peeve is executives who are too fucking clueless (apparently) about who does what in the company, and too fucking lazy to ask. It’s not a big company, we all know each other by first names.
If you want a metaphor, it’s like if someone asked the accounting team to perform a marketing task.
In the time it took you to write an e-mail asking me to change an abbreviation - literally substituting one letter for another, you could’ve made the change yourself and had time to spare.
I just spent 20 minutes with a coworker, moving flammable objects and materials away from where they were leaning against not just the building’s electrical breaker box, but the electrical mains, too. Not to mention the water on the floor directly under the mains. Since we’re abandoning this building in a couple months, no way the floor is getting sealed.
Took pictures of the problem, before and after, and sent them to management - stating the after picture is how it needs to stay or risk burning the building down.
At about 5:30 I told the floor supervisor, the first time I saw him since 2nd shift started, that my wife had gone to the emergency room this afternoon and had been admitted, and that I wanted to leave at 7:00. “Oh no, this program is vital! I’ll have to ask my manager!” That was the last time I saw him before I just up and left at 7:15 (yeah, I took one last call). I’ll probably get in trouble, at least with him. His manager, though an idiot, was Wife’s manager before she took ill, so time will tell.
ETA: The vital job I was performing most of the shift was playing video poker while waiting for a call. For this I get a $4 shift differential and I’m on time and a half from Thursday at five, through Friday 8-12, then Saturday 8-5 or -7.
I have provided write-ups for meeting minutes going on 5 years now. Suddenly they’re not good enough and instead of providing direction he just said to look at previous minutes for examples. Uh, where do you think I got the first version I sent you? Copied and pasted from the previous one and then revised. :mad:
Bag O’ Dicks by Blind Lemon Meringue
Recorded live on the front porch of
Ol’ Maggie’s Brothel, 1932
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Boss-man…/
Ah say-a baw-aww-awwssssss-man/
Boss-man can eat a bag of dicks,
Uhhh-huhhhh…
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We have a million dollar piece of parcel sorting equipment and it bugs the hell out of me how problems with just some small part can bring the whole thing down.
Like we have had problems with this one drive roller for the past several days and no matter how we tighter or loosen it, it still locks up. So we finally took it all apart and found out it was a faulty drive motor. We replaced it with a new one and then found out that one was also bad.
The people in charge better damn well be on the ass of the parts supplier about this to the level they bitch at us for crap like bad clock rings.
Another gripe - calibration. We calibrate the parcel sorting machine by running these boxes thru and see if it hits the system correctly and goes to the proper bins, but the thing is, we run tons of things besides boxes (bags, stacks of magazines, odd shaped parcels) and those might or might not sort correctly so I’m always pulling jams out of it. So I wonder why when we do the calibration we calibrate for something other than the optimal package?
I want to dig my brother up, raise him and kill him again. I have so damned much paperwork all I have been doing since his funeral is dealing with lawyers, accountants and assorted vultures who want me to donate money or stuff. I will decide whom I want to donate his clothing to [a good suit, going to a Vet outreach group that helps homeless vets, it will be good for job interviews] excess furniture and electronics [moderately good laptops, newish tablets, 5 kindles [!] and such] so stop pushing me, I can always get a C&D dumpster and toss it all.
And I still am dealing with the insurance company and town over the burnt down house and all the paperwork associated with that. I feel like emptying out the damned barn, bulldozing it flat, taking the money to replace the structure to pay off the mortgage and leaving for California [or maybe Costa Rica…] Fuck the town planning commission sideways with a chainsaw.
Caught in the middle of a passive-aggressive fight between an employee and an independent contractor.
Independent contractor is a grandmother who prefers to communicate via text, versus e-mail, so any time I have work for her, I have to text her, which ends up being a long, drawn-out conversation about the details of her personal life.
She constantly makes digs about the work done by my co-worker - claiming he isn’t doing things properly, and (for a “small” fee) she’d be happy to train him so that he can benefit from her decades of experience. Meanwhile, she misspells words frequently, and more often that not, we have to edit her work.
When co-worker e-mailed her about some legitimate questions on her latest project, she completely ignored them, opting instead to criticize him. As much as I dread all the red tape associated with it, it looks like it is time to find her replacement.
Anther gripe. On the old systems they had ladder diagrams an schematics in the doors of the control cabinets. These new ones dont and you have to go searching for them.
I used to draw ladder diagrams, in ink, on vellum. Very tactile. Things of beauty. Had a lovely dream about it the other night, which shows how grindingly boring my present job is.
