The Mrs got a new job. After receiving a written offer with a start date she put in her two weeks notice.
Then she heard nothing for several days. She emailed the recruiter asking what the next step was and got an immediate response along the lines of “oh shit, I forgot about you! That start date isn’t going to happen!” followed up a few hours later with another email stating that actually there was a scheduling conflict so she’ll actually start two weeks later than anticipated but it’s all very intentional because that’s when they’ll have a trainer available, so the first start date was just a miscommunication. Right. I tend to believe the first explanation.
Then nothing for several days, and now they’ve set her up with a background check firm, and the “offer” is actually a tentative offer, conditional on passing a huge background check prying back so far as to require childhood immunization records and other documents that no longer exist.
Just like her current job, and the other interested companies no longer exist.
Yeah yeah fireworks are great. Yeah yeah free concerts and dances in the street are great.
Not when you work for one of the few companies in the area which doesn’t go to reduced hours when such festivals are taking place. I’m not dead but I’m dead tired and I haven’t even been dancing, I just live too close to where the dancing was!
My job sucks. It was OK, it kept the bills paid, though the hours were always awful. It was my first full time job since messing my back up and basically having to start again. But, the nice team that all started together has slipped; the better people have moved on, and Drama is happening. I cannot be bothered with Drama+diabolical hours+low pay.
So it’s back to serious job hunting, and I’m just stuck. I don’t have experience, so I can’t get I to any field that interests me (aside from stuff I can no longer do, 'cos bad back).
I can’t even get on most of the decent training courses because you need to be already working in the field to get on the course, even though that course appears to be the minimum standard to get into any roles in the field…
The courses I can get on all come in at least one of the following categories: incredibly basic (much lower level than my existing feeble qualifications, so probably useless), really expensive (I’m on a low wage, but don’t qualify for subsidies), or full time (which I’d have to quit my job and gamble on getting a new one to sign up for).
I’m genuinely just stuck. I’ve got no idea where I’m supposed to go from here.
If you text me at 6:45 pm to join you at the restaurant where you currently are, and I respond that I’m already cooking dinner, that does not constitute me “standing you up.”
All guilt trips and pity parties about this matter will subsequently be ignored.
However, confirming three days ahead, and telling me you’re excited to join us while talking in person two days ahead, does allow me to be ticked when you’re a no show the day of. No replies to texts, silent on Facebook, nothing. You better be in the hospital or something.
This guy didn’t hit anything, didn’t break the speed limit, didn’t give a foot chase, nothing. He stole a tractor trailer in southern California and paraded for a few hours before pulling into a rest stop, parking between the lines, and getting out with his hands up. There’s no reason he couldn’t make an honest living driving if not for this stunt.
I give him a 9/10; my only criticism being that I would have done a jackknife u-turn into a blind side reverse u-turn parallel park and done that “brush your shoulders off” hip hop dance move after getting out to surrender. In his defense he was wearing a full cast on his right arm, shoulder to wrist.
Oh that guy? I just saw a bit of that on the TV. Do you remember the chase last month that ended up with the guy dying on the 15? Yeah, that’s the one I was stuck in and it was actually three hours. Idiots want to idiot, they need to do it on a freeway I’m not on! :smack:
Not Giving a Fuck is a good life skill to have. I’ve been working on it for the past few years, and let me tell you, it’s very liberating. (but you do have to learn when it’s good to give a fuck and when it’s best to just not give any)
Citibank. When I travel, they’re the first to freeze my credit card, even when I tell them in advance that I’m leaving the country. But now, someone in fucking Tasmania has charged almost $4,000 on my card, and Citibank approves the charges without question … even though I had made charges here, in the U.S., on the very same day. Seriously, nobody at Citibank wonders why I’m paying a motor freight carrier in Tasmania almost $4,000?
I’ve had this card for 24 years, but not much longer.
Apropos of nothing really, I just found out the other day that in order to get a CDL here in South Dakota part of the test involves parallel parking a tractor-trailer/semi-truck/one of the big bastards/whatever you want to call it.
Pretty standard actually. I had to do it when I first got my CDL in 2010 here in Ohio.
I have a debit card with a local S&L, no overdraft, if I try and use it and there isn’t enough money, it is rejected. Years ago I tried to use it and it was rejected, which didn’t make sense, I actually had money in the account. I paid with a credit card, went home and checked my balance, $500 overdrawn.
I can’t go over by $1, but someone can steal my card number and charge $700 worth of stuff, including multiple things in England, over night? :mad:
No, I did not “sign off” on your crappy design, forced on us by your team’s crappy decision to use a crappy data security product that has no place in an enterprise environment in the first place.
My email said that I had witnessed it perform a simulated failover in our lab environment. And that’s because that is exactly as far as I’m willing to stick out my neck.
My other 25 emails or so express my professional concerns about the cockamamie setup you’ve been forced to implement because you believed the brochure, spent a ton of money, and had to slap something up before the deadline. Don’t think for a second I’m going to have my name attached to that clusterfuck - that’s all yours.
SO tired of shoveling other people’s horseshit, then being told I stink.
I finally convinced cwPartner to let me hire some people to clear weeds and vines out of the yard. He just caught one of the guys clearing out blackberry canes. Never mind that the blackberries are basically invasive weeds that happen to produce yummy fruit, guaranteed to recover from all but a scorched-earth treatment - the yard guy might as well have killed a kitten. I’ll never hear the end of this, and I’ll probably never be allowed to hire help with the yard again.
Over the past few years we have been asked by check out cashiers if we would like to donate to one charity or another. Sometimes I say “sure” but most of the time I say no. A little annoying but not really an inconvenience.
I went to IHOP today and when I brought my check to the cashier, the credit card receipt had a line for tips, another line for donations to some leukemia charity, and another line for total. I put in the total and handed the receipt back to the cashier and was told that I had to specify how much of the extra amount over the amount due was tip and how much was for the Leukemia charity. That was annoying. Its one thing to force me to say no to dying puppies or starving orphans, its another thing to make me do math. WTF!?!?!
I once donated money to a bullshit police charity and found out that over 85% of the money goes to the organization calling me for donations so I put most charities in the same category as alcoholic pan handlers and I only donate to a handful of charities that get good marks for efficiency from the charity navigator.
I get these phone calls several times a year. At first I almost fell for it until they wanted to confirm my address (so they could send me the information, sure, yeah, I believe that) and had some totally other address. I wasn’t willing to give them my address since all they apparently had about me was my name and phone number. Now I just tell them up front that I don’t make charitable contributions over the phone. Then I tell them again when they call back two days later. Then I don’t get a call for a few months. Assholes preying on people’s sympathy for disabled or hungry children.
