I was wandering off to get some lunch one day, and a co-worker I barely knew asked where I was going, and proceeded to give me her lunch order. It was one of those odd things where I didn’t know how to respond - most people realize that you don’t really do that.
I hate the pesticide labels that are actually multi-page booklets glued to the back of the bottle. The pages rip apart when you try to open them, plus the slightest moisture causes them to stick together and/or the lettering runs and becomes unreadable.
If your product is so complicated and toxic that you need a mini-Bible to use it, I’m not gonna buy it. Just put “a teaspoon to a gallon” and a handy skull and crossbones in big letters on the back of the bottle, I’ll take it from there.
Dear fucking moron driver: you only have to stop for school buses, and then only if the red lights are flashing. Stopping for the local Trans buses is not required, especially when the damn bus is in a bus turn out and not in the right lane. I almost got rear-ended because you caused traffic to come to a (literal) screeching halt in the middle of the intersection right after the light turned green. Asshat! :mad:
My collective rant for the month to date.
Director of department decides that all her minions will be upgraded to dual monitors. Another department that is, I’m one of the IT guys that makes it happen when all the paperwork is done and my director creates a ticket for me. By that time it’s pretty much engraved in stone.
Most of it goes smoothly excepting the targets of this post.
One minion has converted her tiny work area into a shrine to her toddler. Don’t ask me what you’re supposed to do with the crap that gets displaced. You really won’t like the answer. I have had similar experiences with shrines to Marvin the Martian, Scooby Doo, Trolls, and Hulk Hogan. Seriously, this is supposed to be a professional environment. I can see two or four items to give it a little personality, but don’t cover every horizontal and vertical surface with whatever you’re idolizing.
Minion the second. I get that you don’t want a second monitor and that you asked me nicely to skip you. It makes no difference to me and I’d be happy to let it go. But as I said before when it gets to me the decisions are already made. You can ask your manager about it. You already did and she turned you down. So sorry. Being too busy every time I check with you only postpones the inevitable. You go home at 4 and I’m here til 5. Guess what you’ll find waiting on you in the morning. Making comments about passive-aggressive IT people the next day doesn’t bother me at all for several reasons. The first is that I’ve actually done you a favor by not taking the issue to your manager and letting her chew your ass for you. The second is that my co-workers and I will get a good laugh about the comments when I tell them about it later. The reason for that is that it’s common knowledge that there is nothing passive about my agression when it’s needed. The problem users tend to get assigned to me because I don’t put up with shit. If someone calls with a question when someone worked on a problem for them and they don’t remember the name the followup question is was it the tall one, the young one, the female, or the scary one. I’m a 5’10" 47yo male so guess which three I don’t qualify for. Yes, we will laugh at you.
I’m sure there will be more but I’ll stop before this gets into tl;dr territory.
I just wanna buy clothes for my kid. You supposedly want to sell me clothes for my kid. Why on EARTH would you set up your website so that after approximately eight seconds of inactivity it wipes my entire shopping cart?!
I just placed an order for about two-thirds of the crap I actually wanted to buy, because I know if I take the time to think over the other third, kablooey your shopping cart is empty! Please start over from scratch, and hurry up remembering the logic by which you decided between the three-pack of tops or the two two-packs or the…oops! Your shopping cart is empty!
Dammit. Meant to post that in workplace rants.
This calls for a phone call to customer service. If the self-service website won’t let you complete your order, I’m sure an operator can. It won’t cost any more at your end, and it WILL cost the vendor.
Until the vendor gets tired of paying for a self-service feature that never gets used, and figures out that he needs to fix it.
Shortly after my cell mate was hired, he got it in his head that I was a driver for all the birthday lunches. The next birthday lunch rolled around; it was at a restaurant I didn’t care for, so I sent my apologies to the birthday lady and packed my own lunch. Come noontime, my cell mate appeared next to my desk, asking if I was ready to leave. The look on his face when he realized why I had a small cooler on my desk was priceless.
Follow up:
Mom picked up her truck yesterday. As thanks for letting her borrow my car, she was going to go have the oil changed. It’s kind of a tricky venture, as the hood doesn’t like to open.
Doesn’t matter. My car won’t start. She thinks she may have left the dome light on. To even further not matter, she cannot open the hood at all. The wire is now stretched all to hell.
So tomorrow I have to extend my rental. With money I really do not have. And probably buy a new car battery, after we wrangle the damnable hood. With money I really do not have.
FML.
I doubt if you need a new car battery. If you can get the hood open, get the car jump started, then drive around for an hour or so. That *should *recharge the battery. (Someone with more automotive knowledge than I can tell you how long you’d have to run the engine.)
Last time I had to call roadside assist for a jump start (my own fault, I’d forgotten to turn off the headlights while shopping), the nice young man who showed up with a cute briefcase-size object and got me going again said about 20-30 minutes. An hour would be better, except for the cost of gas to drive around that long. :mad:
Hopefully, jumping the battery will be sufficient.
IF we can pop the hood.
I’d like to minirant against the huge snack/chip bags that have become the new “normal” size. For me, two ounces or less was a good amount. Nowadays it’s hard to find a bag under 3oz in local convenience stores.
There was a man who lived in the mountains, and one day he had to go down to the big city. People came to him telling him to bring them this, and bring them that, and please go see my nephew and remind him of whatever, and he smiled and nodded.
Then a boy came and told him, “please, will you buy me a whistle?” and gave the man a five peseta coin. And the man said “you will have your whistle.”
I have no idea how I did it, but somehow I slept in a way that left me with a crick in my neck so bad it brings tears to my eyes. I can barely turn my head to the left at all, and not much further to the right - and damnitall it hurts!
I have driving to do today - pick up scripts and hockey season tickets - and a Booster Club meeting tonight. It had damned sure better be gone by tomorrow or it will totally screw up my trip to the Ga. National Fair.
And while I’m ranting…when you ask someone to foster your cat for you, you tell them the cat is not spayed. If I has assumed she was - as I almost did - we’d be having kittens and The Shoe would be on the hook for child support. (Not TheOtherShoe)
Really? The road is now closed indefinitely? So my only choice to get to and from my place and the highway is either a 2 mile detour or a possibly illegal detour through the supermarket? Local government planning FTW!
Well…we’re doing brick pavers between the concrete slab sections, so those DO have to be poured separately (and given the layout and slope of the yard, there’s no way to get a cement truck back there anyway, and trying to pour from the front of the house at the top of the hill would mean a Rube-Goldbergesque system of chutes), so…we’re mixing our own right next to the patio. But by golly the base underneath is going to be well prepared.
Our county in it’s infinite wisdom decided to resurface two major roads a mile apart, at the same time, over the last few months. There are no minor roads between them to use as detours. What is between them are the entrances and exits to the freeway, a sizeable shopping mall, seven hotels, two or three smaller shopping plazas and office parks, two big residential subdivisions, and one of only two entrances to the local community college that aren’t off the construction zone itself (The other is a mile north). If you want to use any of those things and live north or south of them, you must either drive at least an extra mile out of your way and possibly 2, or suffer through a mile long construction zone through the traffic that all that stuff generates.
Morons.
My husband has not been paid for the 10 days he worked in Sept. there isn’t much he can do because the work was done in Libya , for a Libyan oil company.:mad:
Lowell Hubbs is a fucking moron. A shitfaced, tinfoil hat wearing, crazy, stupid, backwards, dimwitted, birdbrained, paranoid, threat to humanity. He runs a website called vaxfacts.info. Every single fucking time a major newspaper runs a factual article about vaccines Lowell the Fucking Moron shows up to spew garbage. He was at the Chicago Tribune last week. He’s moved on to Parade Magazine this week.
Dumbass should be banned from the internet permanently on public menace grounds.
Someone literally trashed our Obama/Biden yard sigh…they crumpled it up and through it in our garbage. I’m more bemused and exasperated than angry to be honest.