Dear President Trump,
If I never have to describe how an Elastic Load Balancer / Auto Scaling Group / Launch Configuration works to a Business Analyst or Compliance Person who’s built a 20 year career on keeping spreadsheets full of IP addresses ever again, that would be really classy.
Otherwise my job is pretty great again.
Our union is useless. I’m just breathing a little easier after essentially being told to find a new job due to my medical issues. My union was NO help in settling that issue. None at all.
The final response from payroll was that for accruing vacation, they consider continuous years. For years of service, they take my whole career into consideration. They also stated I was a rehire, as that’s what my boss put me in for, so I can’t be considered for rule of 90.
If you have the time to send me a document, I’m gonna want to hope that you also have the extra 20 seconds to write something - anything - in the body of the e-mail giving me context and telling me what you want me to do with the attachment.
IT consultant is setting up a new server in the new building we’re moving to in a couple months. He wants all 50 employees to call him and give a password, verbally, that we’ll be assigned to the server until the move. He’s also requiring the most restrictive password rules.
I’m considering h!tB@ll, but he may consider that resembling a word, which is among the restrictions. Still, I think it will be loads of fun spelling it out over the phone.
Why am I under the impression that Frank Burns is his role model?
I once had great fun driving an IT guy crazy in a meeting by telling him to use an octothorpe. It just didn’t compute with him that a hashtag isn’t actually supposed to be called that.
“Password is ‘Ampersand, Ampersand, 7, Octothorpe, Octothorpe, 3, Caret’.”
Had to go look at that word.
1970s: of uncertain origin; probably from octo- (referring to the eight points on the symbol) + the surname Thorpe .
And yet, in the Wilhelm/Baynes I Ching translation, in the Commentaries under Hexagram 48: The Well, they have the standard #/tic-tac-toe pattern as the basis for which fields were divided among 8 families around the central settlement and well.
Thorp: (in place names) a village or hamlet. Old English thorp, throp, of Germanic origin; related to Dutch dorp and German Dorf .
So Octothorpe = 8 village. Or the form of Chinese village described in the I Ching, which is in accordance to #.
I always called it a pound sign. I suppose people would confuse that with the symbol for English money though.
Dear Co-worker,
I know we are close and we share a lot with one another, but I am not going to take a side in your personal (read: non-work related) Cold War with one of our other co-workers.
I’ll gladly listen to you vent (God knows you’ve tolerated my ramblings about job-related interactions with other employees), but having me ask questions to your nemesis in the attempt to get information is where I draw the line. I consider her my friend, but given that we aren’t close, any attempt to find out about her weekend plans, her friends, etc., will be so obviously transparent that I don’t know why you think they would work.
Additionally, why would I want to risk jeopardizing my status and standing in the office by getting dragged down to some high-school-esque drama? I’m not saying I’m Mr. Popular, but I don’t want to be seen as shady or manipulative.
This is probably the 6th co-worker with whom you’ve had issues (for various reasons, some of which are extremely legit… others notsomuch). I love you and all, but at some point, maybe it’s time to look within yourself.
Additionally, at the risk of sounding sexist, I’ve noticed that usually whenever there is office drama wherever I’ve worked, it’s between two women. The times that guys have had it out, it’s usually quick and over, but with women, it’s a slow, slow burn. Reminds me of John Mulaney’s set about how you could never organize an “Ocean’s 11” type of heist consisting solely of females.
Sincerely,
Please Stop Sending Me Snapchats Messages So That You Don’t Risk Having the Things You Say Logged On the Company Server Via IM or E-mail
I’m female and I completely agree with this, based on my own experience.
Yep :nodding:
However, I’ve also witnessed some pretty good high-school drama from certain type of men, too. It hasn’t happened often, but it has happened.
It’s also the reason why I tend not to be friends with coworkers outside of work. I’ve been burned too many times and I once lost a job because of it. Never again.
Yeah, I’m not saying that men always get along, but when there are incidents, they are typically fast and either blow over or the two just don’t interact any longer. There was one incident last month where I really thought one person was going to throw a punch at the other. With women, it’s more “behind your back” gossip that lasts and lasts.
You don’t know how many Facebook friend requests from co-workers I have sitting in my queue. I’ve told them that, as a general policy, I do not accept friend requests from people with whom I work. I’ve made a few exceptions (the above-referenced person included). This was only after much interaction and many after-work happy hours.
I also was already Facebook friends with two people who work where I now work. That being said, I have those two explicitly blocked from seeing anything I post. (It’s easier to go this route than to de-friend them and put it on their radar.)
When another fellow employee gave his two week notice, I immediately sent him a request, which he accepted shortly thereafter.
I had almost this exact situation, but knew that the right hand (the VP I reported to) didn’t know the left hand’s policies. So I told my boss “I’d better take that extra week of vacation I (should have) just accrued right away, or we’ll get backed up… you don’t want me gone near the holidays, do you?” “Oh, what? Sure, it’d be best if you take next week off.”
So I bought plane tickets and left under cover of darkness, with an email detailing what client jobs might need attention… copied to everyone EXCEPT HR and ADMINS, who I don’t think noticed I was gone.
Once I’d taken the week, I knew they had no way to take it back, but y’know, I don’t think they (HR, personnel, payroll) ever put it together… That was 20+ years ago, and I’ve never told anyone about My Bonus Week.
Yep :nodding: I have maybe 3 or 4 coworkers on FB whom I’ve blocked from everything except my general feed where I only post the occasional meme/recipe/video. From the looks of things I’m probably on their general feeds too.
I’ve done that with a few ex-coworkers but I also have them blocked because there are still bad feelings between some of them and the current coworkers on my feed.
Inventory sucks. This is all.
Well, actually, it isn’t all. I also hate any situation in which we get a lot of panic, panic, all hands on deck stress, followed by total boredom. And for Reasons, that describes our present Inventory.
I’m so incredibly happy my factory doesn’t do quarterly or annual Inventory. There’s just one employee, whose full-time position is doing Inventory.
Granted, at the last factory, 8 huge flat screen TVs wandered off during Inventory, past security guards and everything. That was fun.
It’s nice to feel needed and all, but I don’t think it was necessary for my coworkers to blow up my phone and email on the one day business trip I just got back from. I hardly ever travel, or take days off. But somehow they managed to coordinate two massively screwed up batches, a customer complaint, and executive anger over our inventory/bill of material practices that all needed attention on the day I was traveling or the day I was meeting.
… and I don’t even do inventory stuff, I’m a process chemist/engineer!
I just took a week off, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t check email or news sites (or watch tv) for NINE DAYS!
I swear my blood pressure dropped by half.
It did rebound a bit when I finally caved Sun night and skimmed the hundred-or-so crises in my In Box. But, hey, I told people I wouldn’t be available…
(Okay, coworkers might have assumed that “near Key West” was a hut on a remote beach; I somehow didn’t mention I’d be in a nice hotel with plenty of Wi-Fi IF I had wanted to read their whining diatribes).
I just got a notice about something happening May 8th, and my first thought was, “I won’t be married anymore that day.”
I’ve known the final hearing was April 26th for a couple of weeks now, but that just kinda hit me.
It’s gonna be a whole new world now.
Best of luck to you and Andrew and anyone else that’s part of your ‘whole new world’!
A whollllle new world…