The amount of gasoline consumed at idle in a modern car is miniscule. And so, unless it’s the one week of the year here when the temperature outside is comfortable, I’d prefer to leave the engine running and have the heat or A/C on.
Of course, one of my pet peeves is “people who point out that my pet peeves are irrational.”
I pit my lazy-ass bitch coworker for refusing to answer a simple question on the grounds that “it’s not her job any more”.
In fact, she told me that BEFORE she even knew what the question was, which leads me to believe that anything I’d asked (even if it had been related to the job she apparently does now), would have been similarly greeted with a thinly veiled fuck off.
Last time I checked, knowledge did not magically exit your brain as soon as a change is made to your job description. And given what MY job is these days, you can bet your ass that I’m asking because someone told me to do something that isn’t actually my job (and never was). Unlike some people, I told them I’d see what I could do instead of telling them to get lost, because unlike some people I plan on cashing in those favours in the form of job references and good karma.
Come to think of it, she wasted more time explaining to me why she couldn’t answer the question than it would have taken to give me the goddamn answer in the first place… and then she went back to gossiping with her friend, which is what she’d been doing when I popped by to get her help.
Not that she’s alone. There’s a reason that we joke that our official company motto oughta be “Not My Problem.”
That soooooo sucks (I would love to see Clutch live)
I pit my co-workers who write on work orders that they did something “as per” so-and-so’s request. It just sounds so wrong. I’ve learned to ignore the repeated and baffling misspelling of vacuum (we use a lot of vacuum, it gets spelled vaccume, vacumme, vacume, ugh) but this really gets to me.
Restarting the engine may - or may not - use more gas and create more emissions than letting the engine idle, depending on your engine, the engine temperature, outside temperature, the length of your wait for your spouse to shoplift Pampers, etc It’s certainly not a hard and fast rule.
Dear Philadelphia radio,
If I hear one more of the three Nirvana tunes that you insist on playing EVERY SINGLE FREAKING TIME I’M IN THE CAR (Lithium, Smells Like Teen Spirit, and Come As You Are), I, like Kurt, am going to blow my brains out.
That is all.
Obama does this all the time; it’s one of the few things I don’t like about him.
Please send your support email questions to support, not me. I know you have my email address stored as “support” in your Outlook but that does not mean I am your personal support person. Do not tell your employees to contact ME directly, tell them to contact SUPPORT.
Why? Well first, it’s not my job to sit around and support your email problems. We actually pay a guy to do that. He does it just as well as I do.
Second - and this is the big one - I ask you to direct your questions to support because there is no guarantee I will be in the office. And no, I don’t use an autoresponder because the people who need to know I am out know that I am out.
If you would just email support, then it is guaranteed to be read. If you email me directly, and I am out, and your boss gets her panties in a bunch and leaves me SEVEN voicemail messages after 6 PM on my day off saying that she knows you’ve been “in touch with Zipper all day” (read: sent me one email around 2 PM) and tells us how bad our business is and our support is horrible, well all I am going to tell you and her is “sorry, should have emailed support.”
Along the same line as ZipperJJ. Giving you my number to call me back on a situation you had last month is not an open invitation to call me directly any time your computer hiccups. We have a help desk. Call them. That’s what they’re there for. Sometimes you do have to stay on hold for a while, sorry about that, I’m already working on a problem that they were unable to resolve on the phone.
I have caller ID. Caller ID is my best friend. If I haven’t tried to contact you in the past 24 hours I’m not answering it. If you leave a voicemail telling me that you have a new problem, or even that last month’s problem is back, I will in turn leave you a voicemail advising you to call or email the helpdesk and that I will be glad to work on it when there’s a ticket in my docket.
Wow, I hadn’t heard him say that.
He may be the only person to whom I give a bye on this egregious error, just because his speaking and speech-making abilities are so much better than the incumbent (by a factor of about a zillion) or either of the other candidates (by a factor of 5 to 10).
Roddy
Super micro: nobody replied to my thread. I really thought it’d be a good one, but apparently not. 
Not so micro: Okay, newb-salesguy, stop asking for ‘a favor’ for everything. It’s not a favor, it’s my job. You just want it a little faster than usual. Also, stop fucking hovering over it. You’ll get a email when it’s done, so go to your desk, get on the phone and make sales! Dumbshit.
Are you speaking of the “Do you have a TV?” thread? I saw it but did not reply because I can’t imagine anyone not having one. Even a joker like me has a 52 inch tv, the projection kind, but in HD it looks like your sitting by the pond with all the little animals. I figure damn near every American citizen probably has a 60 inch plasma TV on their wall because every TV show I see presents it that way. Maybe I’m just getting old, early fortys you know, cars didn’t have TVs in them when I was a kid. I remember the first TV I had with a remote. It said “Space Command” on it. I think it was a Curtis Mathis or something. That’s always the first thing to go, your memory.
I saw them opening for Coheed and Cambria and they were pretty good even though I and most of the audience didn’t know any of their stuff. Although you couldn’t tell what type of music they played by looking at them: it was either “jam band influenced music so we are trying to look like everyday folks” or “so hard we don’t CARE what we look like”. (The answer to that question is obvious :))
To young bitch in the ladies’ room:
You’re the first person I’ve heard to call me an “older woman”. Yeah, I knew it was coming someday, and I know I sound all vain and everything, but it’s still a real downer. The actual phrase: “You know, you look pretty good for an older woman.” She meant it as a compliment, I’m sure, but it still stings.
And here I had just been thinking that she was a dead ringer for Ugly Betty, but of course I was politely keeping my mouth shut, and then she hit me with her remark.
I bought a pair of jeans that fit. I bought 2 more exactly the same, except for the color. They did not fit. I tried to find more jeans, but eventually I went back and ordered one more pair, exactly the same as the first in every particular. They did not fit.
I wrote the Aura jeans people a long and detailed email about this problem, although I know they manufacture women’s clothing and are therefore out to fuck with my head. All I really want to know is, how can I get another pair that fits when y’all apparently just sew in whichever tags are lying around loose at the factory?
I got a form email back which basically said, “If you found a defect in our product, mail it back to us and we’ll give you a refund.” The pants are not defective! That’s your reading comprehension you’re thinking of. I think y’all might manufacture something I want to buy but I can’t because you have either changed the product or switched the labels. Well, fuck you very much. I can buy cheaper clothes that don’t fit from somewhere else.
All right, Cook County Clerk’s office: Why is taking you over six weeks to pull a copy of my Mom’s death certificate out of your archives and send me a copy? And couldn’t you at least have returned the voicemail I left last week to find out the status on my request. I know you have the request, since I had filed it at your office when I was visiting Chicago in March.
Nah it was this one I know we’ve done similar thread before. I guess I just don’t have the good-thread-starting touch. sigh
(And I have a TV but no cable. And I hardly ever watch it. It’s a tiny little thing too.)
Yeah, I’ve seen them before, and they were awesome, so I’m double disappointed. I realize they couldn’t do much about their singer’s vocal frailties, but damn I wish they had actually played CLUTCH’s music. Side projects rarely interest me, especially not nearly as much as the actual fricking band I paid to see. At least kamkatchka opened for them, because they were freaking awesome.
Bless your heart. I’ll just bet your a sweetie pie in RL. I wish I could give you a hug or just gaze into your eyes for a moment. That’s all it takes to really see what’s inside someone, you know.
Not to excuse the travesty that is women’s clothes sizing, nor non-responsive answers from customer service, but if you buy several pairs of the same style of jeans, and only one fits, it would seem to me that the pair that fits is the aberration, not the others.
I pit the damned bill collectors. No, I will not give you bank information. No, I just told you I paid my damned rent and I’m already out of money for the month. You know, when it comes to paying for food and water and electricity, and paying one or the other every month while waiting for the VA to turn me down yet again, you’re really not high on my priority list right now. *Especially * seeing as how the company you represent fucked me over to begin with. Long story short: got good deal on internet/TV, because internet is how I get any communication done. However, modem thingie sucked, and after waiting the fucking three hours they told me to wait, I called them to find out that, oh, hey, the repair guy wasn’t going to show. Then they said they meant four hours, so I would have to wait another hour. Company says I get a hundred dollar credit. Then later, they renege, going by the repair guy’s OWN paperwork, which, duh, says he showed up and knocked but there was no answer.
So fuck you for being a rude bitch and fuck me for answering the damned phone without looking. You’ll get your money ten bucks at a time, fuckers.