They guys in the warehouse see absolutely nothing wrong with locking down the inventory cage (yep, we have a floor-to-ceiling chain link fence around our inventory now) a good 10 minutes or more before 5 PM. A lot can happen in other departments during the last 10 minutes of the day, particularly on a Friday…it really sucks when there’s an urgent question that has to wait until the next day – or the next week – because you need to actually get your hands on the part in question, but you can’t get to it because someone wanted to clock out a bit early.
People in other departments getting a attitude with you because they hate their job. Work still needs to be done regardless so we can service the public the best way we can.:mad:
:rolleyes:
Oh, this bunch will stay on the time clock to cushion the paycheck, they just sign off the phone to avoid the work and the chance of not being off on time.
Not happening any more, though. Supervisory attention is on this, and today we were so slammed with calls I doubt anyone had time or mental energy for shenanigans.
Idiot Boss is back.
Tickets which had been assigned to him, not moving, for months, and which had actually moved ahead in these last two weeks while assigned to me, are now back in his hands. The Tech Lead is asking me and my usual programmer about those and telling us to do this, do that (sorry dude, no can do). Also asking us two about stuff that has never been in our hands.
It’s a good thing I’ve worked in places that were organized, because if this was my first job I’d be looking to upgrade to stripper.
Do people really have to sing out loud at their desk? Damm just listen to the music so everyone don’t have to listen to that mess.
Him: “I need all access on the company data warehouse”
Me: Nope. Can’t have it.
Him: “But I need read access on this one database and I was told to request all access”
Me: Then request access to that one database, you can’t have all access.
Him: (15 minutes of whining)
Me: All access means read/write/update on every damned database. YOU NO GET.
Him: (finally) “Oh, I guess I don’t really need that”
:smack:
OMG, I’m having one of those days where everything I’m working on is either falling apart or connecting me to stupidity from coworkers. Here are just a few of the most jaw-dropping:
We have documentation published to the world that explains how to process our data. It’s extremely complex but what makes the documentation hard to follow is that the original authors made huge assumptions that the reader knows what in heck they’re talking about. Like one document that mentions the phrase “optimistic but not unrealistic”. Whenever I encounter it, as I did this morning when trying to answer a customer’s question, I can only think one thought: what in hell does that even mean? I replied to an internal-discussion email about the customers question and pointed this phrase out and said we need to just write clearly and explicitly what is meant, not use phrases like this that mean something only to the person who wrote it and then has to be explained (verbally, usually) to the reader. A few hours later, one of my team mates (the one who was the author), replied to give her contribution to the discussion. Her email simply said, and I quote in full: “optimistic but not unrealistic”. No other comments or explanations. :smack:
On another project, an external communication that I drafted got rejected by the executive micro-manager who always rejects our external communications. I politely replied to his emailed concerns to ask a question. A little while later, my manager told me that he told her he “should not have to answer questions from analysts”. Well, excuse the fuck out of me. Fine, from now on all questions will go up and down the chain of command, regardless of how long that takes to get answers. Fuckwit.
Now, now, you just have to endeavor to persevere.
Our crew clocks in as early as possible so they can clock out as close to 5 as they can. We used to have one guy who would clock in at 7:30, then sit in front of the computer and drink coffee until 8. Another guy used to come in early enough that he could leave at 3:30 or so…I think management put a stop to that.
ETA: I asked one of our quality inspectors to initiate three separate non-conformances on a single kit, since three separate items in the kit failed testing. He wrote one non-conformance on the kit’s line, and one on a line for a part that isn’t involved with the part failures at this time. :smack:
One of my co-workers (let’s call her “Veronica”) is setting up the other (“Betty”).
It really truly is high school crap. Veronica is giving Betty bad information and bad advice. She’s talking about Betty behind her back. She’s putting Betty in situations where she’ll look bad in front of other co-workers. (I’m pretty sure that she deliberately sabotaged her at least once). She’s not even that good at it - but most of the people she’s doing it around don’t work with them closely enough to be as patently obvious as it is. And she’s kissing up to Betty, so I’m not even sure that Betty knows.
I hated dealing with this stuff when I was a teenager… now? Why? What’s wrong with people like her? Why can’t they just work at work (or not work, or whatever)? But this mean-girl crap, why didn’t they grow out of it way before their 30s?
Agreed - unless your workplace is a Broadway rehearsal room, singing on the job is not appropriate.
It’s completely appropriate where I work, and I’m almost never near Broadway. If course, I don’t have a teammate riding with me, or is he murdered in my sleep. 
I wish I knew. I deal with a flavor of this whenever certain coworkers are scheduled consecutive shifts.
Found out yesterday that my manager attempted to throw me under the bus for something deliberately done which went south. When I was informed of this (manager was off btw) I just gave my Death Stare and said, “You know, Manager’s biggest fault is that Manager can never admit wrongdoing so of course Manager is going to blame somebody else. Manager knows better than to blame ME.”
Manager and I work together today. I may or may not say anything. Probably the latter since, on all other accounts, we get along quite well.
I am so tired of people not taking responsibility for their own actions. I state very clearly that the order we are enforcing is not MY order, it’s YOUR order. I’m nothing more than a meter-reader, enforcing the laws to gain compliance. If YOU cannot afford YOUR order, it’s YOUR responsibility to do something about it. I then will tell my clients how they can go about doing that. Heck, I even walk clients over to the filing desk and talk to the clerk for them.
Inevitably, the conversation then goes like this:
C: But I don’t know how to do that… what can you do for me
M: Nothing. I can do nothing. If you need assistance in filing a motion, here is a video how-to that is literally step-by-step or you can make an appointment with our guy who can help you fill out the paperwork
C: I don’t have time for that!
M: If it’s important, I think you should be able to find time
C: But I don’t understand all this legal stuff! Can’t you just change it?
M: I’m not a judge. Yes, there’s lots of paperwork, but none of it is in legalese. It’s very clear language. (I don’t point out it’s written to 6th grade reading comprehension)
C: Can’t you and I just come to an agreement?
M: No, child support can’t be bargained, and again - I’m not a judge.
C: Well, YOU’RE no help!
I’ve had two conversations like this already this morning. I understand - I get paid to be the bad guy. Few people like what I do for a living. I try to help, I really do. I have clients who were thoroughly screwed by the courts. That’s the important part - by the courts. I, personally, had nothing to do with it. My job is to enforce what is in front of me, good, bad, or ugly. If I give suggestions on what you can do to obtain relief, follow through. Don’t call me next month, complaining again.
And, FWIW, I have no ball in the game. I don’t take sides. I don’t get a cut of collections. I’m not anti-male. I know there are sucky workers out there, and I apologize for them.
I initially read This as her being nosy but nice as looking out for you. Now that I’ve read it again, it’s terribly sexist. How old is this woman that she thinks you Need a littlewoman to take care of you? What is this, 1956? Bitch.
…so another lady sat in the bathroom stall next to me today. I’ve mentioned This pet peeve before but come on. When you can allow a gap you do so.
I had a potential storm brewing down there, and I’m new, and there’s no privacy. The last thing I need is for you to be 12" From whatever might go down in that stall.
It didn’t get ugly, but still. Space, people.
ETA
Sorry for the random caps. Tiny phone screen.
At my place of work we have a lot of Indian H1-B workers. I can always tell when one of them is new to the US.
1> The toilet is not a bidet. That is so gross. And leaving the stall covered in water renders it unusable by anyone else.
2> Put your goddamned phone away when you’re on the toilet. Almost daily there is some guy in there holding an extended conversation while taking a dump.
3> If you need to use a stall for privacy reasons, I do understand. Just fucking clean up after yourself. Leaving urine on the seat and rest of the toilet is not acceptable.
Dare I ask where the water came from?
Probably, after flushing the contents of the toilet*, the person reaches into the bowl with a cupped hand to scoop out some water, and give a bit of a washing-up to the nether regions.
*(Please, God, let it be after flushing the contents of the toilet…)
Splashing toilet water on their ass cleaning themselves. Hence the ‘not a bidet’ comment.