I recently moved to the suburbs. Beautiful house, great schools for my daughter (the same school system I went to for middle and high school), but I got my first real shock to the system when I pulled out onto the main street of the subdivision directly behind a white SUV with a vanity plate that read “S PALIN”.
I can’t believe someone would pay $35 a year for that.
The only good thing is it lets me feel justified in not paying too much attention to her - she’s not critical to anything I do, so there’s a considerable amount of, “I’m sorry, I don’t recall what you said about ________,” making her dig up the information again.
Also on my last day at this job (not planning on quitting anytime in the immediate future, but it’s not a long-term thing [I hope]), I’m going to kick her in the head.
1.) Why the fuck are you asking me for this file?
2.) Why the fuck are you asking me for this file as a PPT instead of a PDF?
If you’re going to use it for another client, you’ll just need *me *to make the changes and print it anyway. It makes me nervous to give you things you can edit because I don’t know what you’re going to do with them, and you’re an idiot when it comes to anything involving computers.
If there’s something particularly time-sensitive, I might hit you up via multiple channels of communication: I’ll send an email because it’s the best way to get you the info I need you to see, but I’ll also instant message and/or call you to ensure that you’re looking at it *right now *(or at least ASAP).
My grandmother, bless her heart, uses “Re:” to start every subject line. Grandma, I *know *that’s the subject of your email–I can tell because it’s in the subject line. In email, Grandma, “Re:” is used to indicate *a reply to *an email of the title whatever-the-rest-of-the-subject-is. She’s a pretty bright lady and does very well with technology for someone in her late 70s, but jeeze, you’d think she’d have figured that one out by now, based on the fact that *nobody else *formats their email subjects that way.
This still doesn’t explain those people who leave something on my chair and call or stop me in the hallway to ask whether I got that thing they left on my chair. No, I didn’t get that 3-inch thick Redweil you left on my chair. I sat down on it and never felt a thing. :rolleyes:
Of course I know it’s their not-so-subtle way to ask if I’ve gotten started on whatever it is they want me to do with that 3-inch thick Redweil.
Here’s a hint: Just ask me if I’ve gotten started on whatever it is you want me to do with that 3-inch thick Redweil or just tell me you want me to get started on whatever it is you want me to do with that 3-inch thick Redweil.
If you can’t do that, I have some ideas on whatever it is I want me to do with that 3-inch thick Redweil.
I’m going to start keeping scorpions on my desk so people will stop reaching over the counter and grabbing whatever they want that they see sitting there. I’m standing right here. Ask me if you can have/borrow whatever pen or piece of paper or pair of scissors you see. Wait for me to hand it to you. Don’t just take. I’m going to find out where these people work and start swiping random objects from their desk and putting it in Jello or the vending machine or in the toilet tank or something.
Whereas we dropped from something like 88 yesterday to 77 today. It’s 68 degrees at 10:14pm with an expected low of 52 (wonderful sleeping weather) and then a high tomorrow of around 73.
Of course, they’re saying upper 80’s for the weekend again.
He’s remorseful, is he? He needs help, does he? You know what? Too fucking bad. He’s been victimizing women for 20 years now - time for him to go to jail and never come out again. I hope he does get the help he needs in prison, but he can’t be free in society - he’s proved that over and over.
I totally hate the design of my mother’s COMPAQ that has all the USB port at the back of the machine so that i get to crawl on the floor to plug in my USB drive or an MP3 player. It’s a piss poor design that makes me want to punch someone in the throat.
Email from coworker (with an attachment from another worker, dated later yesterday): Oh, Missy, I’m in a jam and really need this done for me! I just found out about this late yesterday! I’d come in, but I’m having a random thing in my house repaired!
She had already printed out a tree worth of paper for this, including affidavits with her name on it, expecting me to sign them.
Response: Sorry, that’s not part of our coverage agreement. As it is, it had been decided that no one would print off two line memos, expecting coverage to mail them for you when we have the ability to send paper mail via our electronic files. Yet, when I went to the printer there were twelve of your damn memos sitting there, waiting to be mailed. And, as far as the timliness of the thing you need done NOW, there is info in the manual about what happens when you’re in the situation you’re in. So no. I will not do the random thing you received notice of yesterday, you can come in and handle it.
I went to put the tree worth of papers on her desk… and saw an email from one of our attorneys sitting out. The client name is the same. It’s about the same random thing coworker wanted me to do. But the email from the attorney was dated LAST WEEK. I looked at the header - yup, it was sent to coworker.
Now you know, and knowing is half the battle. She tried to sucker you. The very moment you had agreed to do it, she would have been all over the world telling everyone that it was YOUR RESPONSIBILITY now, and likely trying to pawn off any penalty for her own failures to get it done onto you.
Never trust this person with shit, ever again. Do not ever agree to take one damned thing from her in the future, not even a piece of candy.
Time for my annual shoe rant - I swear to God, next year I buy the shoes first, then buy a Christmas party outfit to match the shoes. I think I’ve looked at every pair of shoes in northern Calgary now; time to start on the south half of the city. It doesn’t help that I hate high heels and won’t settle for anything less than a comfortable shoe.
My MOM’s computer has this problem… mine is still not hooked up and i have to install a new power supply on it. That bugs me too, because i bought a part from Dell for my DELL and i still need to get some help after i made sure to ask if the part i wanted was right for my computer.
We know it’s your mom’s computer. But clearly you’re using it often enough that you’re bitching about the way it’s designed, so stop being cheap and buy the fucking cord or shut up about it already.