Well, you’re reptilian yourself, so the Baby Turtle counts as one too, no? At least until (s)he gets beyond the crawling stage 
I agree that rockle’s kid rocks.
Damn You Pop-Chips!!! Damn All Of Your Addictive BBQ Goodness & smug nutritional factiods…!
…and now the bag’s empty. Damn You for that too.
Dear Employer,
I’ve worked here for a full year with the promise of being made permanent. I’ve had Great reviews, absolutely no complaints, and have kept a cheerful attitude at all times, even though I have no health benefits (like the people working at my elbows do). The person I report directly to loves my work. Her boss does too. And at every step of they way I made clear that I wanted to stay and that I wanted to find a home here.
And now that you have had a full year out of me and I’m fully expectant to be made perm, you start cutting operating hours and start discussing staff reductions that will happen at Christmas 2010?
Fuck You!
Fuck You for how my family will spend the holidays. Fuck You for forcing me out there again to look for a Real employer. And a Special Fuck You for having to sit in front of a smirking HR rep
with their arms folded while I try to explain how I received great reviews at every single review point and was still let go after only a year.
Nothing quite like facing a facial expression which says, in no uncertain terms, “Yeah, su-uuuure you did…” :mad: 
Dear Overly-Competitive Bitch,
I know you’re trying to make yourself look good after the travesty of a product you created. Hell, if I’d been slapped in the face by a 1% raise for failure to add value, I’d be looking for ways to make myself look good, too, if not looking for a new job. As far as I’m concerned, you should’ve gotten jack shit. But “enhancing” your product with information on a subject you know nothing about will not make you look good. It will make you look stupid.
If you had bothered to do any homework, you’d know that the information you “created” was released in several press releases, articles and on our Web site. In April. You would also know that I’ve done research on it since day one, and have read much of the related legislation that goes into the bigger picture of public health and related government entitlement programs. That would be why I double as a senior product manager and regulatory affairs manager.
I’m not generally competitive, but I will protect the integrity of my product and the interests of our customers. You’re an over-competitive, grasping ladder climber with no understanding of product development and the importance of understanding the policy behind the entitlement programs we work with. If you don’t know how they work, you can’t serve your customers. Provide them with inaccurate information and they lose their healthcare and income and occasionally their homes. You do not want to start this fight.
I’m more than willing to work with you, but if you try to take over my shit again instead of working with the team of researchers I manage, who do this every damn day for a fraction of the salary you earn, I will have absolutely no compunction about sitting back and letting you hang yourself. In the meantime, why don’t you go back to your corner in think about how we can play nice?
Overly
@Count Blucher:
Employment conditions right now are still crap. Anybody hiring knows that someone who was kept in a contractor/temp position would be the first to get cut. And your good reviews can be easily verified by calling the people who gave them. It sucks, but it’s business, and while you have many things to be pissed off about, the assumption that other people looking to hire you will think you’re lying is not one of them.
And note that I say this as someone who’s gone into interviews explaining why I was *fired *from a previous job–not laid off.
I thought about that when I posted it, but I had to get it out. She had just sent me another charming email (I ignore every one she sends). It’s pretty funny though, we’re on both sides of the same problem.
Thanks. But you don’t have to live with her. I have a 3-year-old rules lawyer. (Which is still preferable to an any-year-old entitled little princess, though.)
Two things:
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I merged the thread called “Mini-rant dollar store” with the one called “Winters a Coming! Season of Death Mini-Rants.” Sure, things will be chaotic, but hey, that’s The Pit.
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Please do not flush tampons in this thread.
Gfaptor
Potty Moderator
Awww, false alarm! I saw this thread had jumped to 5 pages and was certain a flamewar had broken out without me noticing.
God dammit, Gfactor, there’s no fucking bin! I am *not *walking around with cooter goo in my pocket all day.
Me, too. And SFG was the most recent poster, so I thought “oooh, this should be fun!”
These are the ones that freak the fuck out of me.
Geez, I hate putting this in mini-rants because it’s so petty and stupid, but…
Mom: I love you, and I’m very glad that you found a new hobby in beading. You actually have a nice stash of beads, and I set you up with lots of seed beads and such for spacers. That’s why I’m very, very puzzled as to why you keep dipping into my own very small stash of beads. There were some great bargains in there…I had worked hard finding some really nice stuff at reasonable prices, and now I have to replace it all. While it’s very noble that you’re making these for a charity to sell, the part of me that’s a bling-loving selfish bitch really, really wanted to make necklaces for myself (with my beads, of course).
And make some freakin’ necklaces for yourself already! You’ve made some stunning pieces; keep some to wear and enjoy!
No wonder I felt full all day. I swallowed a whole thread.
Fuck. The weather forecast is for two to five inches of rain tomorrow and high winds. Damn.
My new temp job is more or less good (it’s not perfect, but they never are), but the hassles over me not having a pass card are bugging me. I start at 8:00 am; the front door doesn’t unlock until 8:00 on the dot, and once I can get into the building, I can only go as far as the lobby before reaching the second pass card security door; I was late getting to my pod today because of this (I had to piggyback in with someone else, which is not good security). I mentioned it to a co-worker, and he said they don’t really care if I’m on time or not, but it bugs me - I AM on time! I just can’t get at my work!
I can’t get out of any door except the front door without the pass card, either, and they don’t give pass cards to part-timers. I know I’m only there one or two days a week, but I still need to get in, people. Piggy-backing in every day (and not being able to go outside again all day) is not ideal.
Darling daughter,
I thought I was being kind by letting you use my mp3 player. Yes, it’s itty bitty compared to yours (2GB vs 120GB. It is what it is. Now you’re sitting at the computer, crying for fuck’s sake, about having to winnow down your playlists. It is what it is. Now quit your blubbering.
Signed,
Your mother who is now without a mp3 player for a while, because I’m a nice mom
I’m not usually freaked out by bugs but…it’s looking at me. :eek:
Thank you MIL for watching the dogs last weekend, I really appreciate it and I know you were glad to have a weekend in Toronto so you could catch up with friends you haven’t seen in a while. However, when I say “Hey that bush outside the bedroom window is home to tiny tiny flies, please don’t open the bedroom window” I REALLY REALLY meant it.
My house has been infested all week and I’m sick of vacuuming up the little bodies, squishing the ones that land on my computer screen and tonight, just to show how many there are I first washed out the bathtub, then filled it with water and mounds of pretty bubbles. By the time the tub was full there were already 3 dead flies lying in the bubbles. Bugs don’t generally freak me out but I’m heartily sick of dealing with them.
I’m really annoyed at my own silly inaction. Today was the THIRD time I could have won a radio contest if I’d just picked up the damn phone and called! The first two times I sat there and listened to caller after caller get the questions wrong. The first time NOBODY answered it correctly, and the second time the DJs gave so many hints that eventually there was only one option left. I knew the answers! I didn’t call! Stupid stupid stupid.