Rants: micro to middlin'

The BBQ Pit
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I want a new job. I’m sure I could turn this into a thread of its own but I really don’t feel like dealing with it. I don’t really want advice or nitpicking. I’d like sympathy, but mostly I just want to rant.

My coworkers annoy me. My boss drives me nuts. I don’t hate my job, I just am totally apathetic towards it. I get up in the morning asking myself why the hell I’m even going to work.

There’s hardly anything to do all day long so I leave early. But my boss has come up with some random projects that I know aren’t going to bring in any income. (Yeah, who exactly is going to want to buy screwdrivers imprinted with random business names? But that’s the basis of the eBay store he opened - random old stock. So he’s currently losing money on it because I haven’t yet listed anything. Because I don’t have a count, I don’t have the info I need, and I don’t care.) I have projects for his other business started and then they go on hold and, seriously, why can’t we just get them dealt with?

I’ve turned into the tech support for a lady for the other business. She’s a nice person and all, but she doesn’t know computers at all. Not even the basic stuff. Like creating folders. And she uses Vista which I don’t really know so I have to figure it out so I can show her.

The salesmen are cranky because they aren’t getting any sales and so they do stupid shit that annoys me. NO, I don’t fucking want a fucking bell in my office for you to ring when you turn in an order. That also means I don’t want you to say ‘Ding!’ or play a fucking ringtone when you turn in an order. Stop fucking pestering me when I’m concentrating.

My boss emails me shit and doesn’t tell me what the hell he wants me to do with it. And he insists on using CorelDraw, which if you’re in design, you know NO ONE uses. So then I have to convert it to Illustrator, except then my boss wants it in Corel and not even the newest version, he wants it two versions back. Which I can’t do in Illustrator.

One of the salesmen wrote ‘Dirty Girl’ on my car. Yes, my car is filthy. Fuck you with a cast iron dildo, okay? I’m sure it was the same dipshit who insists on playing ‘Turning Japanese’ and speaking in fake Japanese everytime I wear kimono or anything else Asian. Stop being a racist douche-waffle, you cunt-harpy.

And stop trying to do stuff to make my job ‘easier.’ Do it the way I tell you to. That would be how I want it. I don’t care. You’re wrong, just do it my way.

The warehouse guy says he’s going to do something for me and then never gets around to it. He doesn’t get any of my hatred because he’s a nice guy, but it still grates.

The other salesmen-dickhead… God. I wish he would just die. On the one hand, at least he hasn’t been ‘singing’ much (for values of singing that include sounding like you’re killing a cat). Instead he’s been shrieking along to songs. And he asks me about something I was working on yesterday. Here’s an idea: check your email. Oh look, it’s right fucking there, innit?

Then I have my sister. She’s supposedly moving out. Sort of. Except she’s going to leave some stuff here because she’s moving in with her creepy slimy boyfriend and his wife (I have no problem with open relationships. I have a problem with this guy. And my sister.) I know she’s going to end up leaving most of her shit here. And then she’ll act like she’s doing me a favor. No, you fucking aren’t. Take your shit or I’m going to dump it all in your room so I don’t have to see it. THEN, she wants to take stuff like the camping stuff. So when I go to Faire, I have to get my tent and cot from her. FUCK no. That’s retarded.

Why yes, sis, I was avoiding you at Faire. Why? Because I don’t like you. I don’t like spending time with you. You piss me off. And you can’t sing worth shit, which everyone in the Guild says (except nicer).

And it pisses me off that I still do shit for her. Like at Faire, I set up her tent before she got there. Why?! Because I’m a nice fucking person and I felt like I should. ARGH!!! As much as possible I tell myself ‘she’s an adult, she can take care of herself’ because, I swear, if there’s a selfish way to do something, that’s the way she does it. And then she thinks she’s doing me a favor. Our Guild Master thinks I actually like her and love her. I don’t. I want her to go far far away and never talk to me again.

I think if I leave my job the business will fail (I’m the entire art department and probably the most organized designer they’ve had). It’s also close to home and work and I’m salaried (at least for now). And it’ll look damn good on my resume. But I want my degree and to get a real art job. And possibly leave at least the area. If not move to another state/country entirely.

School drives me nuts. There’s no summer school and hardly any night classes. There’s so few classes I need but each of them is only offered once a semester. So next semester I’ll be missing two days of work a week. I’ve already told my boss he can drop me down to hourly if he thinks he needs to. Fuck it. School’s first. I’ll get student loans and if it comes to it, find another job. I can always do temp work or data entry. I’m DAMN good at data entry.

My house is a wreck and I don’t have the energy/desire to fix it. Well, I’d like it clean but I can’t summon up the mental energy to do it really. Originally my sister was supposed to keep the house clean but she always did a crap job of keeping up on it and now she’s never home. I’d rather have the dirty house than her. Now if I could just get rid of her shit littering up the place it’d be a lot easier. I’m going to start moving her shit soon. She says she’s so fucking organized but she lets boxes sit getting destroyed by the cats for months and months.

My hard drive is failing and I don’t particularly want to deal with installing all the programs and shit again. But I will.

Um… okay, I think I’m finally done ranting.

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OK, this is really only worth a :rolleyes:. No, he didn’t mean it to be racist. They just look alike.

ON WHAT PLANET? Dumb shit. I hope the publisher lowers the boom on him but good, and sues his ass off.

Roddy

(not a rabid Obama fan, but this is just stupid and ugly)

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Professors:

You are required to keep office hours. You are required to tell us what those office hours are. Would you mind actually, y’know, being there at those posted times? I understand that things come up - trips to the bathroom, students who need more individual attention, etc. - but twice in the past two days I’ve gone to posted, scheduled office hours to find…nobody. Yesterday I waited until 3:40 for a prof who was supposed to be back at three.

I’m not doing horribly in either class, but I would have liked to ask some questions. I never ask for extensions, I do my work and I don’t whine (much); I realize I sink or swim on my own work and it’s not your problem. However, office hours are offered to me, and they’re a tool I can use to improve my work. I am a tool-using animal! Do not remove my tool! Show up for your damned office hours!

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Dammit.

Cut down in the prime of its youth.

My last command ballcap, from a defunct ship, just died. I took good care of it. Washed it regularly, didn’t abuse it too much, and the fabric is all in excellent shape.

The stupid, rotten plastic clasps at the rear of the silly thing just fell out of the cap. And do you know? I’ve never, ever been able to find a place that sells replacement clasps or strips.

It’s only fourteen years old!!! It shouldn’t be falling apart so soon!!!
(I guess I’ll have to go to one of those custom cap resellers - but if I’m paying that much, I might as well get an interesting ballcap, say from the USS Akron.)

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I just noticed, my damned wallet is doing the same thing, and it’s only twenty years old!!!

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I’d totally wear that, along with the oft-advertised here “Science Sux” t-shirt, if it would only not benefit the wrong people…

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Wow…you poor thing, do you need a divorce lawyer recommendation? :rolleyes:

Look, seriously? If his trying to be nice and spending more than you expected is grounds for a fight, perhaps your marriage has larger issues. Disregard if you guys are experiencing a major financial breakdown – my husband is a spender, too, so I know where you come from – I just don’t get angry when he spends more on me than I tell him, unless he puts us in NSF territory, y’know?

Now for my contributions to the mini-rants:

[ul]
[li]Hello, idiot customer, I work here. I have worked here for over 2 years. I may not know each and every one of our 3000+ stock items intimately, but I do know if we do or do not carry a particular type of item. We do not carry any shipping packaging, we never have, and likely never will. When you ask if we carry padded envelopes and I say “no, we don’t carry any shipping packaging” do not say “hold on while I look on your website, just in case.” Cunt.[/li][li]attention lazy-ass cow orker – you’re never fucking here. You call out constantly, and have trouble talking on the phone and breathing at the same time. You can not do what I do (manage 3 chats and a phone call at the same time) so do not go getting all pissy and bitchy because I got a FT position instead of you with your “seniority.” Yes, the company does try to go by seniority, but it is not in the bylaws, go to the labour department, they will laugh you out of the office when you have to admit you don’t have the computer degree that helped me get the position and are incapable of multi-tasking (another requirement). Seriously, DIAF.[/li][li]attention my fucking sinuses. Stop. Just fucking stop. I am sick of the guys hearing me talk and totally hitting on me, just so I can hawk up a lung – yeh, I sound sexy as hell when my sinuses are jacked, but my throat hurts, my head hurts, my godsdamned teeth hurt and I just wanna curl up and die, not have random men tell me how sexy my voice is. kthxbye.[/li][/ul]

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If someone disregarded my wishes and went ahead and spent more of what I assumed was mutual assets on something ostensibly for me but I explicitly didn’t need or want, I’d be mad, too. But perhaps only micro to middlin’ pit worthiness :slight_smile:

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If my next-door neighbor doesn’t fix that P.O.S. red thing he’s been “working on” for the last year so it doesn’t rattle my walls when he starts it, I’m gonna blow the damn thing up.

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My brain is pissing me off. I can feel myself slipping into depression mode. This is not a good time for it, I have a million things to do. Work needs me, if I can’t give 100% then our fledgling department is not going to do well. Which means my current income and future prospects suffer. My SO deserves better. I tend to keep to myself…ok, shut myself in the bedroom in front of the computer for hours and hours on end when I’m like this.

I could babble on for ages here but the bottom line is that I just want it to fucking stop.

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I hesitate to disagree, but it is quite possible he will be fired for messing with you.

You radiate competence.

Razor sharp competence.

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Go for a vigorous walk, right now.

How about first thing in the morning? Hint: sleep in your sweats, put your sneakers beside your bed, and have some chewing gum so you don’t have to stop to brush your teeth.

Whatever you do, don’t think; just get up & move.

{Depressive here}

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Check your diet too. I know if I’m not eating / not eating well I get more depressed (which probably explains my crappy mood lately)

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My coworkers are doing the thing where they don’t tell me what’s going on at all. I’m missing class at this moment because my colleague decided to hold it somewhere besides our regular classroom and didn’t bother to tell me where it was.

It’s okay though because I’m really angry at her for a separate reason at the moment anyway.

46 days left.

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Exactly.

We returned one pair, and got over the spat.

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At first I was right there with you, pumping my fist into the air and yelling, “OH HELL YEAH!” Because you see, I work midnights. I live in a middle class neighbourhood in the suburbs. I haven’t had a day of uninterrupted sleep since the snow melted.

I incorrectly read that you, too, hate lawnmowers.

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We learned yesterday that you need a passport to buy beer in Wrigley Field if you’re Canadian. Jim was buying a beer and the counter guy ID’ed him - no big deal, in spite of the fact that Jim is 39 with the grey hair and crowsfeet to go along with it - it’s just funny at this point. So Jim pulls out his Alberta driver’s license and the guy does a double take - “Where’s this from?” We’re just explaining that it’s a Canadian driver’s license, and the guy seems to be okay with it, sounding more curious than anything, when his supervisor swoops in and grabs the license.
“What’s this” she says, holding it like we were trying to use a dead rat for proof of age.
“That’s an Alberta driver’s license.”
“You can’t use this for ID - it’s Canadian. It has to be a real driver’s license.” were, I believe, her exact words.
“Well, that IS a real driver’s license - from Alberta.”
“Well, you have to show us your passport to use this as ID.” she comes back with.

Hmm. You need to see our Canadian passport to sell us a cup of weak-ass beer at a ballgame. I know we’re in a different country with different customs, but this one seems particularly ass-headed. Since I had our passports in my purse, I was prepared to whip 'em out and show them to her (which, I suspect, would have pissed her off since this all seemed to be a big power trip), but the counter guy interjected at that point and said it was okay, he was okay with our ID.

Seriously, as close to Canada as Chicago is and they have never seen a Canadian driver’s license before? We proved in Idaho that our Alberta driver’s license was good enough for your State Troopers, but it isn’t good enough for a beer seller in Chicago? Weirdness.

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Count yourself lucky. There are some morons in this country who won’t take a foreign driver’s license AND a passport.

We discussed the issue here last year.

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So over the past year I had a long list of things to do, and of course I did the easy ones first and kind of ignored the difficult ones. Because I thought that doing the easy ones would help with the difficult ones, partly because they all kind of go together, and partly because I don’t really know how to do the difficult ones and was hoping that doing the easy ones would teach me something.

Well the easy ones were so easy that I did a spectacular job of them, and since they were so easy I did as many as I could. But now I cannot ignore the fact that the only things left to do are the difficult ones that I have been putting off for a year, because now the easy ones are finished, and there’s no sense stopping now.

So I have a day / week / month / perpetuity of doing things I don’t really know how to do, because I already did all the things I do know how to do.

I think I need more coffee before I get started.

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-10mm X 1 mm pitch left handed nuts.
If America were really a democracy, I’d be able to buy them at the local hardware store, instead of having to send off to France.