I’m getting a tidal wave of stupid delivered via telephone today. I swear, our customers…unbelievable the things they say and do. It’s a wonder the world functions at all with so many of them in it.
You should have broken her arm and called for a MedEvac helicopter to come pick her up.
This is where you people need to say “You’re not worth our time.”
Lookit, fella, I was almost killed crossing in this crosswalk (well, the one across the road at the same intersection) about a month ago, so I will cross when I am DAMNED sure that everyone has seen me and is stopping. You can jam that peremptorily-waving arm up your ass.
Just went over to the Amazon home page and oh boy, I can get a Kindle with “special offers” for only $114.00 as opposed to the normal $139.00. For that $25.00, Amazon reserves the right to pester me (apparently forever) with special screen savers and advertisements.
It’s a reasonable business model – provide a product cheaper (or free) but require that the consumer be subjected to advertisements. But for just $25.00? That’s kind of whoring out my eyeballs for a pretty low price, isn’t it?
I dunno – it just struck me as a remarkably ungenerous offer.
Look: I’m selling off my record collection. I ordered shipping boxes that are made specifically for this purpose so that I wouldn’t have to buy other products that don’t fit the fill at three times the price. You fuckers charged me $25 to ship $34 worth of merchandise, and it’s STILL SITTING IN SYRACUSE SIX DAYS LATER. And all you can say is “oh, we’re sorry. We’ll put a trace on it.” No. Not good enough. I have seven auctions ending in the next couple of days and I want those fucking boxes reshipped, goddamnit.
Look on the bright side: a co-worker finally pulled their head out of their ass & now you have proof. Things are looking up! 
I’ve got my fingers crossed. 
The thing is, she really is. She is a wonderful volunteer 99% of the time. But the 1% is enough to make me want to break her arm and call a helicopter, as kaylasdad said.
And when she wants to get back home from Buffalo, well, she’s got another arm…
Of course, after reading this, I had to look and make sure you’re a Member rather than a Guest. 
Attention, universe: I would very much appreciate it, please, if One. Damn. Thing. could go right today. Anything, no matter how minor. I was unaware that this would be too much to ask.
Oh, great, I just jinxed myself, didn’t I? I can practically hear the assorted Fates rubbing their hands and murmuring, “Oh, you think this MORNING was bad? Just you wait …”
So this morning I go to one of the free tax filing sites, since the IRS no longer is sending out tax forms and I don’t want to have to navigate their web site to track down and print out the forms. I know that I’m going to owe a little bit, which is why I didn’t bother trying to file until now. I provide all the information they ask for, and am pleased to see that according to their calculations I actually owe a little less than I thought I would. Then I go to print up the actual forms for my records and notice that my interest income is not shown on my 1040. I review what I input and everything seems to be in order. One of the other forms that I can print out is a summary of the dividend and interest income, and the interest income is shown there. So I look around for some sort of customer service info, and find that I have the choice of either emailing them and waiting “up to 24-48 hours” for an answer, or paying to talk to someone on the phone.
I’m glad I didn’t wait until Saturday to do this, which was my original plan. If I don’t get this straightened out by Friday, I’m just going to print out the forms from the IRS and mail them in. Then, of course, I’m going to have to do the same with my state forms, since NC has followed the IRS lead on mailing out forms.
Good News! A spell check of your post reveals that you spelled all of the words correctly!
One or both of my children has bee producing vomit and/or diarrhea for FOUR days straight now! We thought we were in the clear today, because they both seemed back to normal. However, the bigger one had diarrhea twice during the day, and this evening, he got himself worked up crying and coughing and started gagging and horked up his entire dinner (pork chop, mac-n-cheese, green beans, plus a purple popsicle for dessert). That sort of thing is hereditary, because my husband always sounds like he’s throwing up when he coughs (and it used to happen when he was younger). I don’t think our day care provide is going to buy that! My husband stayed home from work on Tuesday, so if the boys needs t stay home, tomorrow is my turn. Plus, I’m afraid that he’s going to throw up in the middle of the night (like he did on Sunday), so he’s got a trash can by the recliner (he’s sleeping sort of upright), and I made a towel trail through his room to the bathroom in case he doesn’t make it. Hopefully he won’t come into our room and puke on our bed (again!).
The most annoying part of it all is that even if the boys don’t go to daycare, we still have to pay the flat rate for the full week.
Get this one. After all of this, I was informed that I wasn’t supposed to take care of her travel arrangements at all. The national office has a system all set up wherein the person just goes online and does it themselves. So I had to scramble to cancel the other ticket - which thankfully I was able to do - and then had to e-mail her the instructions. And she’d already gotten the e-mail about it! UGH.
Nobody thought to mention that I’d be working in Bizzaro World when I accepted this job. A little heads-up woulda been nice …
Grandboss thought it would be funny (this is already a bad sign right there) to send around a YouTube link with the comment “this video totally reminds me of [very sweet co-worker] lolz!!” I haven’t clicked the link yet, but apparently, it’s video of some cult family or something like that. [Very sweet co-worker] is decidedly hurt and puzzled by the comparison.
So, I can’t decide. Is my grandboss:
-
an incompetent idiot who fucked up the link and meant a different video? If so, fuck you, incompetent idiot.
-
a psychopath with a twisted sense of humor? If so, fuck you, psycho bitch.
-
just bored and stirring up trouble with her subordinates like a little boy poking an ant mound with a stick? If so, fuck you, psycho bitch.
Seriously, in an office populated by people who can barely seem to function, [very sweet co-worker] is a gem. She is so outraged that she murmered, in her best Miss Manners voice and without a trace of sarcasm or irony, “Well. Just because she’s our boss doesn’t mean she has to send around something like that.” Which, for her, is the equivalent of a less delicate person screaming obscenities in a spittle-froth rage while threatening assault. (I’m not kidding. She’s so polite and conscientious that she leaves the room to blow her nose.)
And grandboss had to go hurt her feelings for no discernable reason. 
I would (after looking at video myself) ask grandboss if that was the link they meant to send. If they say yes, I’d say, “Oh.” and walk out of the office. Course, I’m always a temp and don’t care if I get kicked out.
Did you murmur back to very sweet co-worker that she might want to talk to HR about a hostile workplace?
Forgot my own rant - it looks like about three inches of snow came down last night. April showers, dammit! SHOWERS! I hope all my little plants just poking their heads up aren’t all frozen to death.
Attention parents with young children staying at hotels: When you take your spawn to the pool and someone is ALREADY IN THE POOL SWIMMING LAPS…please, please, please have the common decency to tell your kids NOT TO JUMP INTO THE POOL ON TOP OF THE PERSON SWIMMING!! Thank you, you friggin’ trailer trash idiots.