Share your stupid coworker stories

I’m not really mad enough for the Pit, as this particular bit of idicoy doesn’t directly affect me. Anyway, I want to hear stories about idiot coworkers in the hopes that I will be comforted by the knowledge that things could be worse.

But first my own tale. I am a training manager in a call center. The people in my department makes sales and service calls to business that have a continuing relationship withour company. They are account executives, not telemarketers; they don’t people at home or at dinner time, and they take a good number of incoming calls as well. Their job requires them to maintain a good rapport with their clients and to create, on a regular basis, sales presentations and proposals. Anyway, one of the sales managers here–I’ll call her “Lobelia”–has just written up three of her account execs for the stupidest imaginable reasons.

In the first case it was for using the word y’all while talking to a customer. You see, our call center is in the South, where we use different forms for the second-person singular & plural pronouns to avoid ambiguity. But Lobelia is a Northerner by birth and thinks this sounds uneducated. Thus she has given a formal, written warning to one of her top sales people for use of that word in a conversation. Even when it was pointed out that, in said conversation, the CUSTOMER was using the word y’all, and thus the account executive was mirroring the customer’s diction in the aim of maintaining a comfortable rapport, she refused to relent. She went so far as to say that it doesnt matter if the customer uses the word; WE must not sound uneducated.

In the second case, a different exec was written up for making unauthorized changes to her computer. Said changes were CUSTOMZING MICROSOFT WORD. The exec had moved the icons around in the Quick Access Toolbar so that the functions she used most often could be accessed by hitting ALT+ a number; she also added words to the Auto-Correct feature, so that words she often mistypes automatically correct themselves, and also so that she can abbreviate commonly used phrases and have the full term come out–say, changing StDp to Straight Dope. Lobelia feels that this might be confusing if anyone else has to use that machine, even though EVERYONE has their own computer, and even though IT pointed out that the process of assigning a new user to a computer includes wiping out all hints of things like that, so everyone starts with a pristine mchine. But that matters not to Lobelia. She wanted to write someone up, and so she did.

And the third person was written up for taking half-hour lunch breaks rather than hour long lunches. Even though department policy is that everyone gets to make their own schedule, so long as they work exactly 40 hours a week and do their assigned time on the phone. Even though the person being written up routinely does BETTER than the goals for both productivity and sales. Again, Lobelia doesn’t give a damn. Professionals take hour long lunches, she says, and that’s what she expects from her team.

Anyway–anybody else got a stupid coworker story to share?

Not work-related, but I remarked to one of my cow-orkers the other day about how nice it was that we’re getting more daylight now. She said it must be all that global warming.

She’s actually super-smart which is why it really flummoxed me when she wouldn’t believe “cannot” is a word.

Damn, Skald, what a bitch.

A former coworker of mine (we’ll call him J) used to do a weekly report that would consist of thousands of rows of data in an Excel sheet.

Another coworker of mine was using the file and couldn’t figure out what was going on. He said he’d download it from the intranet and try to find a record, but suddenly the file would go nuts, delete all the data and save itself so that the data was gone forever. He’d download it again, try again, same thing.

Apparently, J would usually use the previous week’s file as a template for next week’s file so he created a macro that would erase all of the thousands of rows of data out of the file and save it.

Problem: his trigger for said macro was CTRL-F. When I asked him about it, he said “No one uses that.” When I finally got him to change it, he changed it to… CTRL-B.

sigh

I had a coworker, my own age or very close, who had been working with computers for quite a while. One day she was saying something out loud (I don’t recall what) which caused me to ask what she was doing, and she said she didn’t like how disorganized her computer files were and wanted to reorganize them into better folders. I came over to her computer to take a look, and it wasn’t her word processor documents or anything, oh no. She didn’t like the scattered files within the C: and the C:\Windows\ directories, and wanted to move them into different folders. :smack:

The first story reminds me of a story from my call centre days. I failed QA on a recorded call because I addressed someone as “dude”.

Thing is, I wasn’t speaking to a customer at the time - I was speaking to a corporate sales guy in his late 20s that I dealt with very regularly, and with whom I had a good rapport.

Anytime I had a customer or sales guy on the phone, I’d usually plug in some light banter while waiting on the system to do its thing, because that’s what you’re supposed to do in a call centre (you can lose marks for dead air, believe it or not). During one of those chit-chat moments with this particular guy, he made some comment about my local hockey team getting its butt kicked by his local hockey team (as Canadians are wont to do, when hockey season is on) and I responded with “Dude, whatever” (as I am wont to do when someone is yanking my chain).

Instant fail on an otherwise perfect call, because my language was “unprofessional”… which is funny, because I heard he’d sent in feedback about how easy I was to deal with.

Gotta love humorless corporate regulations. :rolleyes:

I have a co-worker who refuses to use any program but Excel. He even used a ruler to measure out the cells to make labels, rather than using the pre-made label form in Word.

His reasoning? “I know Excel, I don’t know any of the others.”

And you never will if you don’t try using them, bub.

He’s just too stubborn to ask.

Two of my coworkers believe that any file type can be opened with Word or Excel.

Open Word or Excel.
Go to File, then Open.
Look for file.
Keep looking for file.
Look some more.
Call me because they can see the file, but cannot open it, or they get an error.
I connect into their system, look up file, and find out it’s a PDF, or a DAT or some Powerpoint slideshow of puppies and kittens they got in an email.
Bang my head on my desk.
Repeat process every 2 weeks or so.

Several years ago, a cow-orker called me over for assistance (I’m not an IT person or anything - I was just nearby). He said “I can’t get the computer to read this (1.44 meg floppy) disk.” I took a look, and almost swallowed my tongue! He had placed the label directly over the metal disk protector, so it couldn’t open!

In around 1997 I was working at an agency in NYC where we had the most unimaginative accounting clerk ever. First of all, he just replicated what his supervisor did for recording deposits, namely writing them by hand in a big green ledger book. Um, huh? That was bad enough, but he used the exact same set-up, format, everything – no innovation at all. Thank goodness I got a hold of it and set up a simple electronic worksheet. Good God, he was doing his calculations using an adding machine. :smack::smack::smack: What I did was no big deal AT ALL but it was a giant leap from what they were doing.

How timely is this thread, for today, my hatred of a certain coworker was triggered by a post she made on our in-house classified ads/misc announcement forum.

This woman is physically unable to give a simple, succinct answer to anything. She has to natter on with multiple parentheticals (all witty, of course) pausing occasionally to chuckle at her own cleverness. Asking a question is much the same. Add in some hand-waving and overly dramatic body language, and you have the person who makes me stabbier than anyone else in the world.

Apart from her personal quirks, professionally, she’s a piece of work. Most of our assignments involve classified material. She was asked to take one rather lengthy Power Point presentation and sanitize it, rendering it completely unclassified. Now, one would think if you started with a 40-slide presentation, the process of removing the classified material would leave you with a third to a half fewer slides, no?

No. Her unclassified version had well over 60 slides. How? I have no idea. Thankfully, she still works on the 1st floor while I’ve been moved upstairs. I haven’t seen her in weeks - maybe months. But the inane post, written exactly as she speaks, tripped the trigger this afternoon. stab stab stab!!!

I had a coworker successfully “clean up” her folders like this, and the next day, her computer broke! Imagine that!

A different coworker of mine had a spreadsheet set up to do some thing or another. One day, I was helping her with something, and noticed that she was adding up a row of data on her adding machine, then typing the sum in the last column.

Reminds me of the dim, dark days when I worked on an IBM 360/40. It had a kinda-sorta timesharing terminal system that could do inquiries and limited updates, but 90% of the work was done on punch cards and batch jobs.

One day, the OS fed on itself and we had to reboot. About 3 minutes into the boot process, the phone rings. It’s the airhead upstairs who can’t get it through her head that when her terminal doesn’t respond, we’re rebooting. She complains, we tell her we are rebooting due to a crash, and she responds with this gem: “Well. then, why in the heck don’t you send out a message on the terminals telling everyone that you are rebooting?”.

:eek:

Holy fricking krist, Skald! That woman is unbelievable! Is there any way these people can complain about her unfair and insane actions? Stores about power hungry people gone awry in the workplace make me steaming mad!

Around my office, the legendary idiot story is about “The F8 Girl”.
We were still primarily using mainframe terminals at the time, and that’s where our e-mail system was. Most of my department’s time is spent communicating with another department via e-mail, and implementing their wishes. That other department hired a girl who was fresh out of college, and she was the type of person who was too confident to recognize how ignorant she was.
When we would respond to her e-mails with requests for clarification, her answers were often incomplete. She’d respond to the first couple things that we asked about, and ignore the rest. After months of frustration, we realized that she hadn’t retained the fact that e-mails could be more than one page long, and on the mainframe, F8 was the key for Page Down. She apparently hadn’t been curious why so many of the e-mails she received ended in the middle of a sentence.

OMG!! This totally reminded me of a story.

At the radio station, we recorded a lot of the commercials that ran on air. That meant emailing the scripts to the disc jockeys. Then they would record the commercial, mix it with some music and SFX, and a “spot” was born.

One of our DJs was consistently messing up the ends of spots, and clients would refuse to pay because what they paid for was not what was aired. This DJ was a total diva and would blame me or the account executives, saying we hadn’t given her the correct script.

Then we found out she was hitting F9 (print screen) instead of actually printing the document (evidently CTRL + P was too much effort). I can only imagine how many scripts she screwed up that we never found out about . . .:smack:

Wow, Skald, I kept thinking that the next example couldn’t possibly top the previous, but man, it just kept getting better and better! Taking an abbreviated lunch break is considered unprofessional? I bet a lot of companies would kill for their employees to make such noble sacrifices.

On the subject of computers: I used to do computer support at a medical school. One day, a secretary for one of the doctors had a problem, and I came up and fixed it. But while I was there, I discovered something about the way she used Microsoft Word, something I’ve never seen before or since.

She had to type a letter. So, she opened up her “letters” file, went all the way to the bottom, created a new page, typed the letter, and then saved it and printed the last page. And by “letters file”, I mean she had one document file, one single Word file, that contained all of her letters. She had been adding to this one file, day by day, letter by letter, for years. The file was monstrously huge.

I offered to show her how to create new files for each letter and organize them in folders, but she felt that her way of doing things was just fine.

Actually, while keeping all the letters in one file is odd, it’s not really that stupid. For one thing, it’s much easier to find a particular letter.

When I started my office manager job where I am now, the previous office manager had adopted what I call the “dump and pore” method for her paper files.

She would start 1 folder for a particular subject (like daily production reports) and just dump every single report in to that one, engorged file. Then anyone needing to review a report would have to pore through the entire file to find the one they were looking for.

I became a hero the first week I was here when I made 1 folder per month and filed the reports chronologically. You would have thought I was a goddess.

which of course, I am. :cool:

what are you looking at? I am, dammit!