I nominate Meryl Dory for evil person of the year.
You lousy bitch. You start a campaign to lie about about vaccines and then harrass a woman who had a baby die from a vaccine preventable disease. I hope your ribs break from whooping cough. I hope chicken pox scars your face. I hope your throat swells from mumps. I hope you get measles so badly you can’t sleep for a month.
You suck lady. You’re just as much of menace to humanity as any diphtheria germ.
A four-week old died from whooping cough, eh? How’s that herd immunity thing working out for you? There’s something that the ant-vaxxer nutjobs seem to have overlooked - those who are too young for vaccinations coming into contact with these terrible diseases.
niblet_head, I realized that my last post was kind of encouraging people to go out and fall off curbs and hurt themselves - don’t do that! Unless, you know, you’re okay with falling off curbs and hurting yourself.
Heaven forbid I frickin’ express dissatisfaction with a team agreement. Your decision was stupid as hell. I said as much (including the fact that the person who will be schtupped the most by this agreement is…me!) and subsequently receive three instant messages telling me to not let the door hit my on my way out. Fuck off.
While the rest of you can continue to work completely offsite, I will be forced to come in office to handle team business. Thanks. Thanks a ton. Do you people not see that we’re the only team now keeping an antiquated system? The. Only. Team. The rest realized it was not an effective way to work. But not you all.
So. I will remind you when a client calls and I cannot give him/her the correct information because YOU can be arsed to put relevant information in your case notes and I have to route the call back to you that it was your decision to do it this way. When I’m in office and you’re sitting on your ass at Caribou, drinking your doublemochawhatever and you ask me to do something for you because coming into the office just doesn’t sound appealing? Fuck no. This work environment is not supposed to force others to do your work for you. Get off your ass. When you complain about clients shopping for answers and a coworker does something you don’t agree with on your case? I will laugh, reminding you it was your decision.
What pisses me off the most is how one of you whined that changing our way of dealing with clients may cause more phone calls. THAT’S OUR JOB, you cow! It would decrease calls as rather than shopping for answers from a variety of us, your client could get the answer s/he wants directly from you! Great client service, folks.
Asking me when I’m going to leave just added the cherry to the whole fucking thing.
I hate to say it, but… Duh? You didn’t realize that a cart that was considerably taller than it was wide, and loaded with weight at the top, couldn’t be taken over a sharp drop in the same way that a full-size cart, with weight distributed along four widely-spread wheels and sitting lower, can be? I like you, CW, but honestly. Physics says no.
Yeah, I am going to have to agree with SFG here, CW. It should have been patently obvious that going off the edge of a curb, rather than a sloped one for cart/handicap access, was a bad idea with one of those small carts.
God, this day sucks. First, I try to register for a class via our community college’s website. Took me almost ten minutes to figure out how to do something so very simple. I’d find the class, click the “Register for Classes” link, logon, and then… search for how I actually register. Kept getting taken back to the same page. Finally figured it out after much frustration and cussing. Totally unintuitive site. Developed by people who are supposed to be training our citizens on web design?
Second. co-worker wants to know when their email doman expires. Panicking that they’re going to lose their email accounts. Jesus, we dealt with this months ago. I don’t remember what happened, I don’t know off the top of my head when the domain renews. All I know is that if I don’t have this in my follow-up subfile it had to have been taken care of. How about YOU take some responsibility for keeping track of when something important like your domain name for your location expires? God, I am sick to death of having to keep track of every single fucking thing around here.
ETA: Find my info on where this stupid domain is registered. Try to logon and it won’t let me. What the hell is the deal with all these websites? Not one will let me in or let me register! Grrrr.
Third, go to login to our company’s business checking account online. For three years I’ve used the same user name and answers to their security questions. Suddenly last week it starts asking me different questions. Boss is back in town today so I have him send me the link he uses to login. Maybe I’m trying to go in via a wrong site? Nope, same problem. Call the tech support line and they insist that the questions the site is asking are the ones boss man set up. Seriously, no. I ask them if the questions I have match anything on their end. Nope. They keep insisting that the wrong questions are the questions my boss set up. And that the questions I’ve been answering for three years were never the questions attached to the account. I feel like I’m losing my mind.
Right on schedule. 
And Cat, I giggle to say it, but if I lived closer, you an I would probably spend a lot of time in the ER together.
But at least we’d amuse each other!! 
Fuck you, box office. I posted here about having tickets to a show that don’t show up on the seating chart. So I call the box office to figure out what the shit is going on (and that’s after I called the venue, which told me I had to call a different venue, because apparently it covers all the Ticketmaster purchases in the city) and I go through the automated phone tree to event info, and then an automated voice says ‘Goodbye’ and hangs up.
That’s right. The automated phone tree hates me so fucking much it hung up on me. Not ‘you are stuck in a queue for the next hour’, but just plain ‘Goodbye. click’.
Just for that I hope our tickets are actually fucking awesome and in a press box or something.
Most trees aren’t worth it. Just mash “0” or scream obsceneneties at the voice parser until it connects you with a person.
After months and months of trying to get people to move away from grandfathered ‘middle of the day’ shifts to be earlier or later (we have to cover 6am to 11pm and there were too many people in the very middle of that and very few at the tail end of it), they suddenly decide that they were too successful at this and that they have to find five people to move back to the middle of the day.
I work 8am to 5pm Tuesday through Saturday. They asked me to go to 10am to 7pm. I said sure, but I have a problem with not being able to work one friday evening a month.
So in their infinite wisdom, they offer me Thursday and Friday off. I counter: How about Friday and Saturday, so I can actually do the occasional weekend function? Answer: Nope.
So I dunno, I may not take them up on it. I’d love to be able to sleep later, I’m not a morning person, but working both weekend days and until 7pm guarantees missing about 90% of all family or friend outings. I worked Saturday through Wednesday 3-11pm some years back, and I missed out on a lot. Of course, back then I could at least show up for a Sunday brunch and then go to work. Wouldn’t work for this schedule.
Very, very mini, yet still, very, very annoying: Refrigerator does not have a ‘d’ in it.
You’re talking about me, aren’t you.
Well, not specifically, but I did notice it. It’s just a general nit-pick with me and grates my eyeballs when I see it.
It’s such a mini-rant that if I had known that MPSIMS had a mini-mini rant thread, I would have posted it there.
What’s worse is that I never knew that. All my life I’ve been spelling it that way. I think I even backspaced more than once to add the d!
BUt if you’re calling it by a shortened name it’s fridge, because frige doesn’t look right.
Followup:
I thought we’d be going home immediately after the concert, but no, my brother and his drunkass buddies decide they want to do greasy food afterwards, and don’t want to wait for the tour buses, so we walk forever in a crappy part of town to get a taxi and I’m ready to fucking lose it trying to take care of my drunkass brother who is saying shit that’ll get us shanked and I just want to go home because I work today. So we finally get home after a comedy of errors and I drag my ass to work even though I’m so tired I can barely think straight. I hate people who call in the day after a concert because they are hungover. I wasn’t even hungover, I was just taking care of drunk people. So I drag my ass into work and explain to my sub-boss (boss on vacation) that I’m not hungover and thank god I’m reliable and you can time your watch to me showing up for work because I think I’m going to say fuck it and go home soon and sleep.
Bonus: younger coworker was also at concert and drinking. We start work at 9. He drags his ass into the office at 11:30 without telling anyone. Usually he drags his ass in around 10. Fuck that, if he can pull that shit and still be here and I haven’t taken a sick day since last damn November and I’m going home at lunch.
Yeah!
Good for you, kush. Go the hell home and sleep.
