There was an inquiry into grandboss some years ago, shortly before I started. Despite assurances of anonymity, it got back to her :dubious: and did not end well for the co-workers who initiated it. (I can hear everyone’s shock here on the boards: “Really? Complaining to HR is actually not a good idea? NO!”)
And if I asked her if that’s really what she meant to send, you can bet she’d have said “Yes, and isn’t it just SO FUNNY hahaha!” Your suggestion requires that she understands subtlety. She, um, does not.
Oh, and hopefully, the snow will insulate the plants from the cold air. Nice, fluffy white blanket. Sending warm-weather thoughts your way!
Okay, this shit has gotten out of hand. Somebody, please, tell me to go home and spruce up my resume. Grandboss just sent around the following link. SFW - I mean, hell, my boss’s boss sent it to me - but not for the squeamish, faint of heart, or easily grossed out:
http:// www. youtube .com/watch?v=KNDG7WPtVO4
In fact, I’m leaving out the link code and putting in a space or three so nobody accidentally sees what cannot be unseen. I wrote her back something along the lines of “Are you trying to tell us all something with this video?” and her response was “Hahahaha! Isn’t that video great?”
I suppose it is. For certain definitions of the word “great.” Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, I work for one sick puppy.
My husband and I go to a hot pool in the mountains regularly - it is a SOAKING pool, and everyone knows that (the swimming pool is down the hall). For some reason, parents refuse to control their kids in the soaking pool, so they’re splashing and jumping in and out and being a nuisance all the time. I get that kids love swimming - it was my absolute favourite thing as a kid. The thing that parents refuse to acknowledge, it seems, is that their kids can’t act the same way in the soaking pool as the swimming pool. The parents want to soak, the kids want to swim, the kids can’t go swim on their own unsupervised, so the parents just let their kids bother everyone else.
So, a little more description - what’s in the video? (Thanks for the warm wishes - we are so desperate for spring here, and more snow is so disheartening.)
ETA: Okay, I looked at the title quickly - “The Botfly in My Head” is all I need to know. You need to look for another job. There is something wrong with this person.
It is extremely amusing when people try to blow smoke up my ass and make themselves sound like extremely important people in order to attempt to intimidate me.
When you have a problem with my company, are acting stupid and insane, demanding shit that just isn’t going to happen on ANY planet; claiming that you are on your way to a Board of Directors meeting for my company is a stunningly ludicrous claim.
If you were on the BoD of this company, you wouldn’t be dealing with ME about your problems. Someone much higher up and better placed in the company would be handling you with kid gloves. Given the way you speak about the company, you are clearly not employed by or associated with it.
If you’re NOT in the BoD and are instead attempting to imply that you are going to walk into such a meeting and raise your complaints, then you’re a stupid clown who incorrectly thinks that I am not too bright and am easily intimidated.
Man, the crazies are out in full force lately. Their claims are really ratchetting up. I cannot even list the most hilarious of them because they’d just give away too much information about where I work and what I do.
But NO, Fox News is NOT going to be doing a national headline story about the problems YOU are having with our company, which involve your inability to do something 99.5% of our customers manage to handle without difficulty. Go ahead, call them, they’re going to laugh in your face. If you really were a national figure (which you are NOT, I googled you and you’re NOBODY), the story would be about how much of a immature little shithead you really are.
Mr. Horseshoe, I love you with all my heart. But dude, we found two fleas. Two. That does not an infestation make. We’re putting Advantage on the cats as soon as they’re bathed - they don’t have to be washed with flea shampoo on top of that! The fleas are as good as dead as soon as that little tube of stuff gets squirted on their heads, and they drown just fine in plain soap’n’water. Relax.
Heh, we live in a house with a big wooded lot about back, so we get mice, even though we are fairly neat. They come and eat the crumbs from the toaster oven and stuff.
Except they never last long because my SO goes on a rampage. I don’t know if he never got mice when he was a kid…my parents kept their house spotless and they got the occasional mouse inside too. But he gets traps, and poison, and all kinds of stuff and bitches about them, and yells and it’s just so cute.
Having a few trees trimmed, including the removal of a date palm that was planted way too close to the front corner of the house and was becoming big enough to be a problem. They took it down yesterday along with the rest of the work, but returned this morning to grind the stump…
…and popped a water line off the main that had, unknown to me, been placed very shallowly ( we’re talking a few inches ) to run a three foot standing spigot a few feet into the front yard. Damnit.
Don’t blame the guy who did it, it was an accident and that line was placed wayyyy too shallow. But of course the tree trimming contract does specify they are not liable for utility line damage when grinding a stump, so the repair costs are on me. Whatever those may be, which I won’t know until a plumber gets out here in the next couple of hours. I’m just going to have them take that fucking thing out and put a little spigot in a more reasonable spot near ground level by the corner of the house.
Meanwhile I have no water, as I had to shut it off in the street ( and I have no idea if they can actually fix it today, though they said if not, tomorrow for sure - the first company I tried couldn’t get anybody out until Tuesday :eek: ). And I’m missing a day of work, which, you know - eh. I have five weeks on the books, someone was willing to cover and my boss is understanding.
Damn it, body, stop coughing, and thanks so fucking much for starting my goddamned period when i was going to go have some fun. I’m grateful for my health but YOU"RE trying my patience!
If it’s not one thing, it’s another. The place I rent looks good and is in a good neighborhood but I’ve had to deal with one little problem after another. The latest is coming home to find my refigerator door no longer closes all the way. Yay. Rotting food. Landlord buys me a new fridge. Now I have off-gassing plastic stink that permeates whatever made it through the first refrigerator failing. Later today I’ll take everything out and wash it down with vinegar. Maybe try that crumpled up newspaper idea. And then I guess just wait until the smell goes away? How many fucking days is THAT going to take, all the while I can’t put any food in there?
I don’t want to move. Moving sucks. It seems like I get to deal with twenty-something assholes in a complex surrounded by parking lots or a nice quiet duplex on a nice street where I die by a thousand maintenance cuts.
And on a completely different note, why do we have no option for unbleached paper towels and toilet paper? I don’t need pristine white sheets to wipe my ass or clean up cat puke.
Lovely. Let me also add that this is the loudest fucking refrigerator in the known world. And it’s been running now for an hour. This is brand new fridge.
When are you coming down here? If you don’t hurry up, you’ll miss the warm spring and go straight into summer heat. I mean, I have three rose bushes that need to be planted, and I’m waiting on YOU. Absolutely NO snow whatsoever. But we have squirrels. Lotsa squirrels.
Dude in the black Ford pickup: I’m going to nail you, it’s just a matter of time. I’ve got part of your license number and I’ll be watching for your speeding ass in the future to get the rest of it. Every day you treat this street (which is a bicycle boulevard) like your own personal speedway, heedless of kids, pets or pedestrians. But your time is coming, you redneck, truck-driving asshole.
Not only did NY EZPass say I was on the wrong bridge (see a few pages back), but NJ EZPass just sent me a violation notice with a photo of my rental plate saying I skipped a toll on the Parkway.
This is such a crappy system.
The website looks like it was designed in 1994. There is an annoying animated GIF of a moving car that keeps zipping by as you try to ignore it.
You don’t get a username and password—they give you a long hairy account number + a PIN. But you can’t use password safe software because they also have an oh-so-clever captcha.
They don’t have any clear way of dealing with rental cars. I want to use my EZPass when I drive my rental.
When I do a search by dates for my account details, it says to put the dates in “MM/DD/YYYY” format. If I put it in as “3/1/2011” it tells me in clunky English that I need to put the date in using the right format.
In 2011, is it so hard for a programmer to match 3/1/2011 with mm/dd/yyyy?
When I went to their “violations” page, I had to type in the violation number. Again I was sent to the bad-boy “please enter the correct data” page.
It turns out that I needed to input only the first 13 digits of the number on the document, not the remaining three. And their code couldn’t trim stuff of the right side?
And who makes web pages anymore that don’t check your errors as you tab through the fields?
Utter garbage. I wouldn’t accept such a product from a vendor.
