Not till I get my score back from the test.
Sigma, right there with you.
Heard about another job today that my agent submitted me for. Of course, target start date is for when I go on vacation! I know I would be awesome at the job - but it means a temporary pay cut. Long term pay off would be transitioning from a contractor with limited benefits to a full time employee with great benefits and a legit career path again.
Course, I would have to be prepared to up my clothing game back to Uptown living - something I should be doing anyway. I really want out of this job - I just don’ know if I’m ready to get excited about another job that may not come through.
Wait, did you just ask me to resend you an email that you’re going to strip and forward because there’s a typo in the subject line?
You, sir, are an idiot.
ETA: Make that a fucking idiot.
Hey, um, descamisado, I wanted to reply to this post of yours, but I notice you didn’t include a title for the post. Can you resubmit it with a title so I can respond? That would be great. Thanks.
Whyyyy, youuuuuu!
Actually, I think this week is my Hell-in-Email week.
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I forward an email to Reception to schedule a conference room, by saying “See below.” The *next (and only other!) line in the email * has the beginning and ending time, date, and number of people (12 words). I get an email back, asking “What time?” I answer, only to get a reply asking “Too?” Yes, she mispelled “To [what time]?”.
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I’ve having some trouble with my paychecks. I email accounting and mention one check and one check only, with pay period and everything. It’s two sentences. One saying my stub arrived in the mail finally, and the second asking them to explain the math on the overtime. I get a response saying they’re glad I got my stub. That’s it. I copy and bold the second sentence and sent it back. They answer, asking “Which check?”
Friday, I do want.
Thank you, Indy Go. Although I can’t really afford the $190.11 it cost to fix you, I’d rather pay that then become the owner of a car with monthly car payments.
Now, I’d really appreciate it if that job I was told about today became a real viable option vs. some vaporware I risk dreaming about.
OK, you can pretty much go fuck yourself, Roderick Femm. No need to do it sideways with a chainsaw or anything, you can very gently go fuck yourself … but I am seriously going to throw something at the TV and break the screen the next time someone on the news weather says, “Well, at least it’ll ** only** be 99 tomorrow!!” Bitch, that’s still hot! Besides, your lying ass is just trying to make us feel better by lying to our sweaty asses. It’s hotter than that.
It’s supposed to be ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE tomorrow. No heat index - just the straight-up temperature. Someone tell me again why I live here?
But it’s a dry heat so it’s not really all that bad.
I went to a party on Sunday with my family. While there, we misplaced our digital camera. It’s old, worth maybe 50 bucks, and had our vacation pictures still in it (we just returned from vacation the previous day).
I know someone found it, and decided to keep it instead of turning it in. Whoever you are, fuck you.
Except here, where it rained like Noah’s flood last night and is now in the 90’s for both temperature and humidity.
Cox maroons. Got an email saying “Your bill is now available online!” Except it’s not. The latest bill available is May.
In other news, I know you’re typing from a Blackberry, but including a pronoun would really really clarify what the hell you’re talking about. Without the inclusion of either “our” or “my” my only response is whuh? And then you have to email me again, thereby losing any time saved by omiting the pronoun! Sheesh!!
Could it be they omitted it unintentionally? Sometimes my brain gets so far ahead of my fingers I just drop whole words and phrases.
Dearest neighbor, while we are so happy for you with your new “business” hawking Tastefully Simple, please for the love of God LAY OFF! My wife attended your party and ordered some stuff. She donated leave so you could still get paid while staying home with your son (he has repsiratory issues but is not deathly ill). We are not feeling inclined at this point to have to clean our home and annoy our friends (hint-hint) so that we can host a party for you - even for a free beer bread mix!
Ugh. I had a problem where a couple grand from my employer mysteriously appeared in my checking account. I called payroll and her first question was, “Was it for like $XX00?”, which happen to be close to both the amount and my normal paycheck. When I confirmed it was, she was like, “Well, that’s just your paycheck!” Well, no it is not you stupid twat, thanks for suggesting that I am such a drooling retard that I would somehow fail to recognize the same paycheck I have been receiving for the past seven months.
I’m certain he’s thinking of a million things at once. But this is not a new thing. I get these weird, cryptic emails and I have to figure out what the hell he’s talking about. Seems kinda silly when a few words would make everything clear and then I could merrily go about doing whatever it is you need me to do, sir. Help me help you take something off your plate, if you would only take five more seconds to communicate effectively!
Yeah, no, that’s not how they’re using it - believe me, these are not such philosophical conversations. They are taking the phrase “the thing is” and just saying the whole thing like it’s one word, and then adding another “is” because they aren’t aware they already said “is” once. Because they are mouth-breathing morons. Or careless speakers. Or something in between.
Roddy
It doesn’t have to be philosophical. Most of our language processing doesn’t happen on a conscious level. That’s just *how they’re using it *in the sentence. Set phrases don’t always follow the normal rules of grammar.
Thank you, Mr. Door Mat Collecting Guy for wasting an extra 5 minutes of my time by coming back to the door and asking to use the restroom to wash up, after I had already mopped the floor after pointing out to you that the mat that was there was wet from something that could have been dog pee since this is an animal clinic. I wouldn’t have minded but you waited until I had mopped the spot, then walked through it, then answered your cell phone and talked for an extremely long time all the while I can’t do anything else until you leave. Then you finally leave and I had to re-mop because of your footprints.
Hoo-fucking-ray. Miss Entitled is coming back to our office during the day!
Miss Entitled is a co-worker (I use that term lightly. She shares an office space with us.) who: steals, lies, stinks-oh-my-god, shouts everything she says, is on the phone constantly shouting, and is the most self-entitled person I have ever met. She’d not been in the office during the day for months now, coming in at night, but I just heard her tell my boss that she’ll be working here during the day once again.
Jesus. So now I get to hear every fucking word of every stupid phone call she makes where she calls everyone “honey” tells everyone she “loves” them, bitches about how nothing is ever her fault, brags like she’s the worlds foremost authority on everything, laughs that stupid fake braying laugh.
And the coughing. The constant coughing.
My boss likes to keep a big bowl of walnuts and will grab a handful, crack them and chat with me. She has taken the nutcracker. We can’t find it anywhere. He will never confront her about this. All she had to do was walk the nutcracker back to the bowl by the door when she leaves. But no. Gone. Disappeared. Swallowed by the gapping maw that is her office. And if she hadn’t disappeared it, it would have just sat on her desk for months because she is too fucking lazy and entitled to walk it 15 feet back to the bowl. That sits by the front door. That she has to walk by to get in or out of this office. Nope. It’ll just sit on her desk for months and months. Like all the dirty glasses and silverware in there.
God, I hate that bitch. And now I get to have her back after months and months of sweet quiet and sweet smelling air! I guess I better lock up the paper towels.
I think there’s one of those in every office, niblet head!
(Bitches, that is, not nutcrackers. On that, you’re screwed.)
just found out my current position ends in 2 weeks. I’m scheduled to go on vacation the following week - it’s already half paid for. And I just bought new tires, contacts, and my boyfriend’s birthday present this week - using up more of my savings than I should have.
d’oh . . .
At least I’ll be able to pay September’s rent. I’ve already spammed everyone I know looking for a new job and I’ve put in for 2 of them, with a third one pending (my friend is verifying the correct email address).