Working at a bakery would be a torture job for me too. I love the smell of fresh baked bread, but I’m not all that crazy about eating it.
Some mornings when I’m riding the motorcycle to work I’ll go 5 miles out of the way to ride past the bread factory on the industrial loop. I’d enjoy it more if it weren’t three miles from the tire plant…
Gotta agree with purplehorseshoe. phouka, that was one of the best rants I’ve seen in all my years here. Fine rhythm, and a wonderful use of invective.
I also had an appointment with my rheumatologist to check on my undiagnosed maybe-kinda-sorta autoimmune something or other I like to call Homer. I forgot that the doctor is a hot hot hottie, so the entire appointment, I kept staring at him, like one of those female turkeys waiting to be inseminated on Dirty Jobs. He gave me some free pills for dry mouth, which was kind of funny, considering how much I was drooling. Also, I made the office staff laugh by recounting how I’d told a Social Studies class about Cheng and Eng, the famous conjoined twin, and had completely horrified the 9th graders when I mentioned that they’d married sisters and had like a dozen kids each. There was a long silence, and one of the girls said “Eeeeeeeuuuuuwww” in a very plaintive tone.
I’ve gained 13 pounds, because I’ve been sitting on my said pasty ass for the past three months, eating bonbons and not exercising. However, my blood pressure was 114/58, which is so impressive, I feel like I ought to sacrifice a chicken or something to show my thanks.
And yes, I am going to take a Thor-damned, rooster biting, stinky sock smelling, bucket o’ pus emptying nap, and I’m going to LOVE it.
Home Depot can go fuck themselves. Seriously, how fucked up does a retail chain have to get before it goes bankrupt? I quit going there years ago because you have to chase people down to get any information, they usually don’t stock the things you need, and the products are crappy. So I went back there a couple of days ago the see about renting a tiller, figuring maybe things had gotten better over the past five years. There were six people in the rental center and one guy behind the counter who was helping a couple rent something.
I stood there for 15 minutes waiting to ask the guy a question and he never finished with the people he was helping when I walked in the door. In fact, he seemed oblivious to the fact that a bunch of people were waiting to be helped, keeping his head down and avoiding any eye contact. So I left and went straight to what they laughingly call the “help desk”, and pitched a bitch about their crappy way of doing business. When I told the woman that there were six people in the rental section, she looked at me with amazement and gasped “Six people?”, as in: “We haven’t had six people total in our store in ten years BECAUSE WE SUCK ASS!”
I will never go back there unless they just happen to be the only store in town that carries the Magic Jesus Clip that keeps your house from collapsing. Fuck it, I’ll just buy a tent.
Chefguy, is there a Lowe’s in your area? We’ve had far better luck with their customer service and overall quality.
OMG, you guys, I have to share my non-rant: our random extra project has wound down. We may have more work for her in the next week or so, but today may very well have been DumpTemp’s very last day!!!
It’s not. I worked in a grocery store bakery to get through college and it sucked. Crappy shifts, roaches everywhere, lifting heavy objects higher than your head, non-stop sexual harassment & intimidation from the deli guys, and nasty customers who change their minds three times on how to spell their kid’s names on the cake.
It was a union job with health benefits, which is why I stayed there for far longer than I wanted to.
What’s wrong with wanting a nice 9-5 job in a clean office?
Rants? Oh, I got rants.
----This is more of a lament… My good friend’s wife already had a double lung transplant for her CF, was horribly ill several months ago and now is sick again with pneumonia. They want her to have another transplant. She has not said yes and I don’t know if she could endure another one.
----A student with totally abysmal English skills (when she has to write on her own, that is) turned in a paper which was clearly written by a graduate student. It wasn’t Google-able, but it absolutely was not her own writing. I already have evidence against her from previous weeks and assignments. I just hate filling out the damn forms and reporting people like this, but I am sick of this crap.
----Apparently I am good enough to remain employed PT for many years to come but have not been able to score an interview for a FT job at my workplace since 2001. Just got rejected again. Working there for so long is working against me.
Go ahead you stupid motherfucker. Call me a “retard” once more after I told you I would hang up if you were not more professional with me.
Oh, you did?
I hung up on your ass just like I said I would. Didn’t I.
Don’t insult people you are expecting (or worse, demanding) help from. It seldom works.
Good luck next time you call.
Especially after that person reads my notes detailing what happened on our call.
You were essentially asking a boon of my company. A gift. A favor.
Then you had to spoil it by being a demanding asshole.
Let me give you a hint. Next time try being nice. Try being apologetic. Try being polite. Try to recognize that you ARE asking for something, instead of acting like we’re ripping you off and you’re just defending yourself. Because you know, if we were that evil and were ripping you off, being an asshole over the phone is extremely unlikely to get us to change our minds. We would just do our evil laugh, mock you for your powerlessness, twirl our mustaches and transfer your call to our Chinese support line (assuming we even have one).
Honestly, I was ready to give you what you wanted if you’d have been nice about it.
I did it again. I missed another appointment. I looked at my planner multiple times yesterday and I saw that I had an appointment every time. Every single time I saw that note in my planner, I thought it said my appointment was today. I woke up this morning excited for my appointment and double checked my planner one more time. It says 4/20. It doesn’t say 4/21.
I don’t know what to do now. That appointment was supposed to be my physical. I had to make that appointment 2 months ago. I was going to try to find out why my brain isn’t working. I was going to try to get back on my antidepressants.
I can’t stop crying. I’d like to say that I can’t believe I could make such a stupid mistake but the problem is, I can. Easily.
I can call them when they open and beg for forgiveness but I’m a new patient and I doubt they can shuffle their schedule around for me. The only doctor I’ve seen in over 2 years is a GYN. No one will give me the time of day without a full physical and it takes months to get physical appointments.
Sometimes the stupid things my brain does are funny, like when I spend an entire day getting distracted and forgetting what I’m doing; like when I wait for half an hour for the tea water to boil, but forgot to put turn the stove on.
The hip is getting better, but slowly. Still on the pain meds, with about 4 days left of them, but not taking as much of the other stuff along the way, and I didn’t take them over the weekend. Sleeping better, walking better, feeling better.
I’ve just been desperate for her to have a job for so long. I think she’ll be a lot happier, make some money, maybe make some friends. She’s having a hard time finding work because she has next to no experience, so I’m hoping she’ll get a crappy job that will later help her find a good job.
Anyway, once I settled down, I told her to just relax, think of the interview as good practice, and see what they want to pay her.
Congodwarf, call anyway. They may have gotten a cancellation and be able to work you in. (Try not to beat yourself up, though - your brain’s not working so you’re not thinking straight. You wouldn’t beat yourself up for limping if you broke your leg, would you?)
I’m getting to be in the same condition, congodwarf (those jokes about losing your memory as you age are no laughing matter); I’ve started doing different things to remind myself. I write everything on my calendar in the kitchen; then I set a reminder on my computer; then sometimes, if it’s something I can’t forget, I’ll put a sticky note somewhere I can’t miss it. I missed my mom’s birthday this year, even though I had it written down and set a computer reminder. I dismissed the computer reminder, and forgot to call my mom. I sometimes ask my husband to help me remember, but he’s only two years younger than I am.
Call your doctor; explain the situation; the worst they can do is re-schedule. It’s not the end of the world; just a setback.
My mini-rant - I coloured my hair yesterday to cover my grey roots, and the damned dye didn’t cover the grey. Well, it it doesn’t cover grey, what the hell’s the point? NOT getting this brand of dye again.
Cystic Fibrosis? I thought the problem was caused by a genetic defect that fucked up your mucus. Transplants help with that? Or you just get new lungs and they slowly gunk up again?
Unfortunately, it *frequently *works. Which is why they do it. A lot of management don’t give CSRs the power you have, to tell abusive customers to take a long walk off a short pier.
Did you get one designed for “pigmentally challened” hair? Those hairs actually absorb dye differently than hairs that haven’t lost their color yet.