Ranting like March Hares - or somesuch

It’s now Friday at 2:30 PM, EDT.

I’m guessing if I got the job, I’d know by now…my current theory is their first pick has been notified, and they are waiting for his/her response and/or waiting on his/her background check before calling to tell me I didn’t get it. :frowning:

Fucking shit, I can’t find my wedding ring.

Our downstairs neighbors have been complaining about the creaking floors, so we had some dudes in nailing the wood down to reduce the squeaking. They moved our furniture to do this. I’m pretty sure I left it on the end table next to the sofa, because I am a stupid absent-minded fool. But it’s gone now; I noticed right after they left. I can’t find it anywhere. And I have a very clean house right now so there are only so many places to look. My apartment manager checked with the contractor but he doesn’t remember seeing a ring.

:frowning:

Oh, and can I just rant about all the noise complaints we’ve been getting from the downstairs neighbors, because they can’t handle the fact that this is an old building that makes a lot of noise? I even stopped exercising in the house for them. We’re like the quietest people I know. They’re bitching about every day living types of noises. Fuck them! I’m so pissed/sad right now.

I hate stupid customers, they give me migraines.

I’m a go payment customer service rep, and I get all kinds of calls regarding the service. Some are genuine issues, some are user errors, and some make me wonder how these people stay in business.

One call today was from a guy who couldn’t log into the go payment app. After spending 30 minutes troubleshooting with him and trying everything from resetting his password to resetting the phone to factory settings, it turned out he never installed the app in the first place. I have no clue what he was trying to sign into.

Second customer called to get his Apple ID from us. It took 20 minutes to explain to him that I don’t have that info.

Had a woman call wanting to troubleshoot her Square card reader. She refused to accept that it is from a different company, and that I have no clue what could be wrong with it.

I get calls like this everyday. It makes me want to reach through my headset and take their phone/tablet away from them.

We just got a letter from our health insurance company, stating that they are discontinuing our coverage. However, that’s about the ONLY info that the letter provides. My husband is a government employee, and he has a limited time frame in which he can change his insurance. If he wants to change companies outside that time frame, he needs a letter stating the date that the coverage will be dropped. My husband has been on the phone for the past hour or so, trying to reach someone who can get this letter to him.

Oh, and the reason why the company is dropping us? Because they think that my husband is employed by a particular agency, when he’s actually working for a different agency altogether.

I guess we should be glad that we have an opportunity to change, as this company has been screwing up and dropping the ball all the time. This just forces our hand.

Oh dear GOD, I do not miss those days.

“I need you to help me with X”
We don’t make X. Call X Company.
“But I use it with your hardware, so YOU have to help me!”
No, I don’t support X.
“I demand your supervisor!”
Fuck. Off. <click>

And the 20…30…40 minutes with someone who can’t do something and you eventually fing they’re not even in the right place/website/program/app. Even as you keep asking and telling them, and they keep lying to you about it. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with these people? Straight into “Someone will be along shortly to shoot you in the head” territory.

Dude, get another job. Customer Support is Hell. When you die, if God is real and tries to send you to Hell, you say “No Sir, I’ve done my time.”

Dear building agency.

It is 1 pm on Friday. I phoned you at 10 am and 3 pm Thursday to inform you that inside the elevator thereis a puddle and odour of urine (pretty sure human, too, I haven’t seen any dogs in this building that are that big) and urine dripped down the area beside the buttons.

It is still there. The smell in the elevator is not getting pretty.

(I take the stairs to go to ground level but there are no stairs from my floor to the garage level, except the fire alarmed ones that are exit only.)

I really don’t want to do this, but if the puddle is still there at 4 pm I will clean it myself. But if so, why does my landlord pay condo fees?

Nope, one of 2 things, either pigs/pig farm or work in a sewer treatment plant.

[Back in the 80s I had a buddy on Long Island who worked in a sewage treatment plant and once he found a skull in the digester. It was already partly dissolved from the microbial activity. He said if he had left it in there another couple days it would have been totally gone.:eek:]

Pigs are known for eating humans. All you need to do is bash the bones into tiny chips afterwards and let them ‘enrich’ the ground.

I have a whole lot of mini things today:

[ol]
[li]I have a tonsil stone that will not come out.[/li][li]I ripped my ear while putting in my earrings.[/li][li]My socks keep falling down inside my boots.[/li][li]The underwire of my bra has escaped and is jabbing me.[/li][li]I slammed my thumb in my car door and broke the nail. (It hurts, too but the nail really bugs me.)[/li][li]I have a headache and my husband used the last of the painkillers that are in my purse.[/li][li]My hair is a frizzy mess since I forgot to put in my conditioner.[/li][/ol]

I just want to go home <cry>

Maybe call the matter to your landlord’s attention? Building management might be more likely to listen to him, as he is the paying client. Maybe.

Oh, I’m trying to. Luckily, most of the people I talk to are nice, and follow instructions. It’s the few who seem to revel in their stupidity that irks me.

And now I have discovered the world’s grossest pimple on my cheek.

5 PM and no call…yeah, there’s no way I got this job.
Fuck. :frowning:

My sympathies! I call that condition shish-ka-boob. I went to my brother’s house for one night at Christmas. Drive up at 10 am on Christmas, drive home the next evening. Brought one bra, that was fairly new. Shish ka boob before 1 pm. After trying to duct tape the whole thing, I gave up and took the wires out. It fit weird but at least I was no longer “spiked.”

I HATE when this happens. Then you have to deal with it the whole day. As in one of my kids’ books, it sounds like you are having a “Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day”. :frowning:

Landlord is a) out of the country at the moment and b) super hands-off. The first thing she did when I moved in was let me know who to call if there were problems with the building. She rented to us because we were also homeowners and she figured out we could deal with day to day stuff and send her invoices.

But on the bright side, you can now be a star on youtube of your very own zit popping vid!

It’s unsettling to realize there probably are such videos and worse on YouTube.

Any thoughts on getting a spouse (in this case male) to correct a cranio-rectal inversion? I’m ruling out physical violence. For now.

Even more unsettling to realise there are threads full of the fans of such videos right here :wink:

My “friend” I was talking about my mental illness and she was making snarky comments to me. I suggested that I would like to change lives with her and she said that mental illness was not that terrible and it wasn’t like people actually died from it like cancer or brain tumours. When I said that you know people actually did she came out with that it was all down to personal choices.

:rolleyes:

I’d love it if it were a personal choice…