Without hijacking myself over the problems caused by a three-word lastname…
Headhunters, what gives?
How come lately I’ve been getting post-phone-call letters in the form:
You just talked with me on the phone, so you do know I’m female. OK, that complicates things, as I could prefer Ms or Miss or Mrs or Archbishop… but why have you called me by (mangled) firstname on the phone, then by lastname with no treatment on the letter? There’s people in this world who call me by a lastname-based nickname but they freaking earned the right to it and you sure haven’t. You’re not my DI to call me by (mangled) lastname! Cut it the hell out!
It’s all UK-based firms, it’s several of them and I’ve got this weird treatment both from people with “exotic” names and with names that sound as British as Marmite. Sounds like some sort of company policy, but I have no idea why anybody thought it was a Good Thing to do. The letter is in English, so please use English, damnit!
Oh, and stop trying to get me to do your job. I am not going to give you my boss’s name so you can try to sell her some fattened calves. If I was going to point her to a meat trader, it would be someone with enough brains to ask “excuse me, I’m not sure I have your lastname right… is it (this part)?”, of which I have four listed in my contacts.
Please shut up about how hard Christians have it in this country. Please especially shut up about how you’re the only group it’s still safe to mock with impunity. And shut up with a side of “fuck off” for being such a thin-skinned, whiny jackass about this topic when I’ve heard you comment yourself about how the fundies aren’t “real Christians”. Who the hell do you think are the ones being lampooned: the quiet, love-thy-neighbor-type that you profess to be, or the loud-mouthed, spotlight hogging maniacs who think they’re the only ones getting into Heaven? If it’s that easy for you to separate yourself from the group being (rightfully) ridiculed when it comes to differences in how you interpret the Bible, then you don’t get to claim the martyr status that comes along with the mockery.
But hey, keep this shit up and I’ll be happy to lump you in with the rest of the loud-mouths.
When you walk into a business and someone greets you, greet them back! I say ‘Hello’, you say “John Doe?” and stare at me expectantly like I’m hiding him under my skirt.
Or, at least perform the little social ritual of replying to the greeting in some manner.
You say ‘Hello’", I reply ‘Hello, how are you…’ and you’re asking for John Doe before I’ve even finished my sentence.
Common courtesy, people!
People, there are two words: “estimate”, and “guess”. For the love of Og, stop using that bastardized piece of crap, “guesstimate”! It’s not a real word, and its actually less helpful than either of the two real words.
We already have 4 basic levels of knowing:
If I ask you what time it is,
you haven’t a clue, you “don’t know”
you don’t have a watch but you look at the position of the sun, you “guess” it is 5PM.
you looked at a clock five minutes ago, you “estimate” that it is 5:05PM.
I am livid. I feel like yelling and throwing shit and destroying things. I won’t, but that’s what I feel like.
I’ve been working at this job for over a year and a half. In that time, myself and every other employee here has generally been treated like a burden, or at best, an afterthought.
In that time, I’ve been made the team lead on my shift, with all the extra responsibilities that entails, and now they want to screw up my sleep by training me two days a week on first shift. Oh, and I’ve had exactly one ten-cent raise tacked on to my meager wages in that time. Four dollars a week before taxes. Thanks.
If that was all, I’d be mad, but I probably wouldn’t feel like breaking anything.
This is a 24/7/365 datacenter, so the shift are 7A-3:30P, 3P-11:30P, and 11P-7:30A. Mine’s third. Notice that there’s a half hour overlap on every shift so people can get settled in and whatnot. We don’t get paid for lunch, so those work out to be eight-hour shifts.
The psychopathic bitch that owns my company has decided to make every start at 15 after the hour. In other words, she’s screwing all of us out of an hour and fifteen minutes each week. In other, other words, after working here for 19 months, about 10 of which have been as the team lead, I’ll be making less than I did my very first week of work!
I just can’t believe anyone could have the audacity to do this. :mad:
It drives me nuts when tons of people look at a thread but no one replies. You have an opinion one way or another! Just SAY something!
Also, why the hell do I keep getting mosquito bites? I’ve had three on my foot in the last few weeks and one on my hip. How did a mosquito even get to my hip? I wear long shirts, for scorch’s sake!
The weather decided this week to jump from 70+ F and sunny, all the way to 50s F and cloudy/drizzly. So now it feels like my brain’s been replaced with snot.
GAH! I brought an entire box of tissue with me to work, and am occasionally taking several minutes to sneeze my head off. :mad:
I hate people who refuse to use the catalog and expect me to look up all their books for them. I love it, however, when they fail to write down the call numbers of the 47 books I just searched for and have thus condemned themselves to six hours of wandering the stacks.
I especially hate the woman who expects us to do her legal research for her. Do it yourself, you goddamn bat. That’s supposedly **your **job. How the hell do you make it out of bed in the morning without dying from your massive incompetence?
If you are my ex please don’t contact me. Today I got the 3rd email from an ex (3 emails from 3 different people) saying, “Oooh, I want you back. I never should have let you go! Blah blah blah.” I have a boyfriend now and even if I didn’t I wouldn’t appreciate your very obvious attempts at a booty call. Just stop it! Stop! Find someone else please!
Fuck little random needlelike pieces of metal that crop up out of fucking nowhere that you step on with your 'godddamn bare foot at 2AM. I haven’t been sewing, and vacuum everyfuckingday.
Fuck stupid motherfuckers at the grocery store who change their little minds about buying something frozen or perishable and leave it to rot on the magazine rack, the candy shelf or anywhere. FUCK YOU. You maggot brained useless motherfucker, you fucking suck, you’re creating waste and making prices HIGHER. Groceries cost ENOUGH as it is. Shape up and knock it the fuck off.
Had an ex show up on my motherfucking doorstep at 3 am yesterday morning.
He told me he loved me. :rolleyes::rolleyes::rolleyes::rolleyes: He couldn’t be bothered to give back my 8 Mile dvd, didn’t bring condoms, bitched at me for making him wear condoms, and couldn’t keep one simple promise. Stupid fucker.
He’s come back a couple times before after i wrote him a letter telling him he was dead to me, and tearing up some money he would give me if i’d fuck him.
No, placement firm, I won’t be giving you my work history back to high school. The fuck? I’m pushing 40 and looking for a professional position. My part-time job when I was 19 has no impact whatsoever on my search. Actually, I would looooove to give you the name of my employers so they can laugh in your face at the idea that they keep 20-year-old employment records for part-time teenagers.
I’m not psychologist or anything, but if you say he’s dead to you, then you keep letting him in and having sex with him, I think you might be sending a mixed message.
I didn’t. The trouble is, is that he caught me as I was going outside, to put trash in the can, or go get something off the clothesline. He doesn’t get any more chances but he shows up randomly and I am angry about it. Any other questions, i’ll reply later.
Fraid I can’t get behind this one. I like that people don’t generally post to threads unless they’re actually contributing something.
re: bugs. That one I’ll run with. I was under the house last week for about 45 seconds and came out covered in fleas. Now I’ve got to bomb the house and under it as well.
I must have misunderstood your post when you said you made him wear condoms - I thought that meant that you had sex with him when he showed up at 3:00 am.
About as “mini” as possible: seasoned french fries. I wish restaurants would stop covering delicious fried potatoes with their own preferred mix of paprika and other things that don’t belong there. Ugh. I’ll add my own salt, thank you.
