They just wanted to leave early, didn’t they? :rolleyes: Does your doctor ever see you at the actual appointment time?
That’s what I’m thinking. 
Given the length of time a typical appointment takes, I still would have been out the door before closing time, even arriving late.
I know I tend to have my music on the low side, but seriously, if I’ve got 1, 2, 3, Links on and I can understand your instructions to your customer, you may want to use your indoor voice. Using your headset might also be a bonus. I really shouldn’t be hearing data details from a customer not my own.
No stranger than you! 
Okay, maybe a little, but you can’t prove anything!
I hand you the crown. {Bows with flourish.}
“False urgency” is exactly right - I recall one episode where getting some accounting thing was A MAJOR PANIC THIS MUST BE DONE IMMEDIATELY!!!1!!! Then we couldn’t pull a miracle out of our asses, and the response was, “Well, try to get it done for tomorrow.” That was a major eye-opener for me - I will make a good effort to get things done, but I am not buying into anyone else’s panic any longer.
I’m not going to specify my employer. I will say that on 95% or more of our non-produce products, individual items have barcodes which are scanned at the register. Products do not neccessarily have price tags.
However, if we have a bunch of individual items that we just want to go away, putting markdown price stickers on them makes it happen faster. Both because the price is usually lower and because any time it is obvious what the price is, people find the product more interesting.
There are blurry lines here-- most “seasonal” product never gets a markdown sticker on it, just a sign nearby stating what percent off it is today.
Gahh.
Incredibly frustrating shift. I’m working as a barista at the moment, and had a morning working with the company twit. The guy you have to tell every single day that “Ok, you’re on table clearing duty” does not mean clear tables once, then spend the next half hour washing every single item when every single table now has empty atuff on it, and customers are circling looking for a space , the either leaving all the clean cups in the back room or bringing all the clean stuff out at once and taking up the whole counter.
Then the afternoon shift. The girl I was working with is someone I’ve never exactly got on with, but we’ve never really had a problem, until today.
Basically she kept trying to give me too many orders at once, even after me saying that nope, no way I’ll be remembering all that lot. So orders got missed and messed up, and customers started complaining, obviously to me, the person handing out the wrong orders, not her (hey, they heard her tell me, they just didn’t hear the other 6 orders that I’m trying to hold in memory at once, neither do they know what our normal procedures are,).
What she should have done is make some drinks herself if the queue’s going down, or if the backlog is getting that big, or give me them one or two at a time, but she just declared that she was telling me them all (even if I didn’t hear them all) so it wasn’t her fault if I wasn’t listening, then just stood there watching me mess up. Even when people were complaining, right I front of her, that they had ordered ages ago, and hadn’t got a drink, she wasn’t telling me what the order was.
Then she declared that she wasn’t going to discuss it in front of customers, like I could just ask the queue to wait while we went into the back for a chat or something.
Then she declared that she wasn’t going to talk to me at all :rolleyes:
Yeah, girl’s pissed off that she’s not been offered a permanent contract, and she’s quite possibly got a grudge against me because I keep telling her what to do (reads: was asked to help train her). But damn I’m sick of working with teenagers even of some of them are in their twenties.
I have a question: would it be weird if I started asking in interviews “do you have carpet”?
We do. The A/C hasn’t been cleaned in months, but it does get cleaned periodically; the carpet hasn’t been shampooed since don’t ask me when. And as soon as I get to work it’s like someone has poured concrete up my sinuses.
I vote Probably a little weird, but worth it.
It could become weird if the person answers “Yes, and it matches the curtains”.
I have a workplace UNrant: I’ve been miscounting my vacation days all year, it seems. Instead of having 11 left, turns out I have 16 left:
- I am dumb.
- Damn, I need to take more vacation. Bad Lightray, bad!
- No, I won’t be giving any of it to you lot.
The filters at my workplace get changed periodically, but I don’t know when the system was last cleaned. I’ve known them to have the carpets spot-shampooed once since I’ve been working there. Shortly after I started, I spilled some water in a spot in my office that had never seen foot traffic (it was sort of in a corner, and the furniture hadn’t been moved since the carpet had been installed). I used a paper towel to blot up some of the water; whatever the towel picked up from the carpet turned it black.
So fuck the fucking dumbass cyclist who was riding his bike on the wrong fucking said of the road this morning while I was driving to work. :mad: Newsflash bicycles are vehicles and always travel with the direction of traffic, not against it.
I just explained to an end user that having the “Simulation” flag on means the program will not take any actions, it will just give a list of “things that meet the conditions given”.
“Oh. So it’s like a simulation?”
Yes ma’am, just like a simulation…
Goddamn you, Manager. And to think I actually liked and respected you.
The answer to ‘This team needs a manager who has time to manage the team’ is **not **'well perhaps you won’t be happy working here". That is petty anger and arrogance.
Perhaps you won’t be happy working here as a fucking manager if you can’t find the time to actually manage your fucking team. :mad:
The mini-est of the mini-rants.
We get a per diem everyday for work, through a third party service that will deliver from three random restaurants on any given day. When I place my order, I always ask for them to hold the lettuce, as I’m just really not able to stomach it for whatever reason, and I’ve felt somewhat queasy already, since last night.
So, of course, when my sandwich came in, it has that shredded lettuce all over, to the point where if I tried to scrape it all off, I’m essentially losing everything but the meat (sauce, cheese, tomato, etc.).
The restaurant has messed up before, and our receptionist always advocates having the restaurant fix the order, but that results in the poor delivery guys having to go all the way back to the restaurant, and come back to my workplace, just because I don’t want lettuce - completely unnecessary and I’d never make them do it, because I like the guys and don’t want to give them additional hassle / tasks for mistakes that aren’t their fault. Since I didn’t have dinner yesterday, due to aforementioned queasiness, I was starving today at lunch, and tried to work around the greens, to no avail, so I’ve made a few trips to the bathroom, worried I might literally lose my lunch.
Like I said - pathetic rant that makes me look ungrateful for my gift horse of a free meal, but what’s the point in having “special instructions” when you order, if the restaurant isn’t going to follow them?
Maybe if you word your special instruction as “Put the lettuce on the side,” they’ll pay attention to it.
Calatin, in my ticked-off-for-other-reasons opinion, there needs to be a consequence for the restaurant consistently screwing up your order. Send the guys back - that’s a cost the restaurant will bear and either they’ll fix it, or they’ll lose money. On your end, recognize that their food is making you sick. Tell the person who arranges the order that if it happens once more, you’ll not be ordering from that restaurant because their food is making you sick. Also, ask the higher-ups to remove that restaurant from the list. Ask your ordering person to let the restaurant know they are in danger of losing a reliable corporate customer. My two cents.
Our team moved across the floor a few weeks ago. Shouldn’t have been a big deal.
Walk in - there’s another worker sitting at my desk. “You want me to move?” Yeah, your cube is down there. She was miffed that I actually wanted to use my own desk! THEN she suggested I give her a heads up when I am planning on being in office. Uh, no? YOU HAVE YOUR OWN DESK, you just don’t like being near boss’s office so you can’t play on facebook all day.
One of my coworkers that I call Velcro (because she’s too stupid to tie her own shoes) is now sitting next to me. Fuck. She could not access the printer today. I suggested she call IT. No, I do not need a word for word replay of your conversation. Still not working? Call them again. Again, no replay needed. Yes, I am going to see an attorney about a case. Thank you for giving me your opinion of said attorney. Will you shut the fuck up for two damn minutes so I can actually get some work done? Why yes, I am running out of here, partially so I don’t get a parking ticket and partially so I can have some peace and quiet away from you!
And what the fucking fuck? Today, another diner (we have about 20 restaurants or so in our three-per-day rotation, ranging from Chili’s to more local fare) did the same thing.
Honestly, if the deliverymen worked for the restaurant, instead of a third party service, I really would. Thing is, these poor guys are hassled enough, and even though it is part of their job, I would feel like a huge asshole to send them back because of a single hamburger. For example, today, two of the three restaurants are already running late, and it’s not because of the delivery guys. If I were to re-order, it’d just add undue hassle on them.
Also, I’ve learned that it would take a lot to pull a place out of the rotation. We had one restaurant deliver 20+ people’s worth of food late, and they didn’t place any sort of identifier on any of the packaging. The poor delivery guys had to go through all the receipts, open up all the food and try to match them with the order confirmations. An e-mail was sent out stating that we wouldn’t be using that restaurant again, but sure enough, two weeks later, they were an option.
First world problem, I know, but this is getting ridiculous.