I kind of like the numbers right there when I need to call someone. I know I can look them up, but ours is a massive organization built from loads of acquisitions and mergers, and there are tons of contract workers—often the Outlook information doesn’t have the right number or doesn’t have it at all.
But I do appreciate your intent: to reduce the bulk of emails. Even though the contact info is convenient, once an email chain has fifteen replies to it, I think the sig has become officially annoying.
We went shopping at a mall today. These are my mini-rants from that experience (and they’re only going to get worse as we closer to [del]Cash Grab[/del] Christmas):
Walk on the right, pass on the left still applies inside malls.
Be aware that there are other people in the mall (A LOT of other people) - walking without looking where you’re going is going to hurt someone sooner or later.
Be aware where you and your group of six people are standing and chatting - take it off to the side, instead of deciding what type of frozen yogurt to buy right in the middle of the walkway.
Consider not using your baby SUV to stroll your baby around in a crowded mall - there are actually smaller, nimbler versions that don’t take up four cubic meters of space.
Consider not letting your toddlers toddle in front of people trying to go places in a crowded mall. I get that they want to practice walking - crowded malls is not the time or the place.
Consider discouraging your older kids from screwing around and running into other patrons in a crowded mall - it isn’t a playground, and they will bounce off of me and hit the floor, not the other way around.
I don’t want your sample exfoliation. No one wants your sample exfoliation - leave us all the hell alone. (No, you can’t “ask me a question.” Can I call you a filthy name?)
Pedestrians in the parking lot, we’re all trying to get around. Do your part by walking as quickly as you can in front of cars, and going directly across the driving lane, not walking straight down the driving lane. Try not to straggle across the driving lane by the entrance one single, slow person at a time, either - you didn’t like that when you were driving there, so don’t do it now that you’re walking there.
I’m going to have to remember not to go to malls when everyone else is off work.
In fact, consider discouraging your children of all ages from acting like the whole world is their playground. Because it isn’t. And sometimes, the attitude that it is can get a kid hurt or killed.
I’ve had issues with him not taking me seriously before. The only way to get him to listen is to take action that will cause him to be massively inconvenienced. In this case, I deleted the account. This means that he has to set up the account again, and give a different email address. Yeah, it’s a pain in the butt for him, and I got inconvenienced too. However, I’ve already had over 20 spams from this company and its affiliates. These aren’t just regular business emails, confirming my account or whatever. They’re emails about the great bargains and deals I can get if I buy more packages from this company. I told him that he should have told the company that if they insisted on an email contact, that we’d just find another company to do business with.
Bill WILL change his ways if I ensure that HE’S inconvenienced. He just didn’t want to deal with the emails himself. You’d think that he’d learn that if I’ve told him something, I mean it. I have to go through this with every issue. When I was younger, I did do things to accommodate him when he did something that I’d told him I didn’t want. Accommodating him just means that he’ll do it again, next time, because he didn’t have any negative consequences.
His stepfather pulled this shit on his mother, and she kept changing her ways. Bill kept doing it to his mother and then to me, and thought he could get away with it with me. And he did, for many, many years. But I’m not going to put up with this any more.
It gets tiring having to constantly make sure that everything I say is as accurate as possible during conversation so that I don’t attract the circling pedants. I mean, come on! I know you’re smart. You don’t have to correct everything, especially when you actually knew what I meant.
Believe it or not, I’m not talking about the SDMB.
FML. I feel like shit, have that bug going around. Congested, headachey, body achey, coughing. I just want to sleep. Went to take a nap, but the furry terrorists had to join me. I am not a feline playground. Visible body parts are not kitty treats. Usually they settle down after 10 minutes. Not today. Rounded them up, kicked them out of my bedroom. Laid back down… and my neighbor started mowing her lawn.
Oh Lawdy, my SO is like this. I’m tired of what is supposed to be casual conversation turning into arguments when he doesn’t think I’ve used an EXACT metaphor or definition. And quit disagreeing with me and then stating precisely the same thing in the next breath!
Seriously, just how fucking cold does an office need to be? I know computers and humans put out a lot of heat, but we’re not trying to hang meat in here.
Yes, I entirely appreciate that there are companies where this information would be useful. For mine, however, it’s not. It’s just a massive pain in the ass.
Oh Lynn, sometimes I really love you.
You couldn’t have put just *one small error *in there for me to nitpick? Honestly, sometimes it’s like you don’t even care anymore.
My EBBWKTPLOYOG*: The temperature is perfect in the individual offices, which have windows to let in sunlight and contain people in suits. This means it’s ridiculously cold everywhere else.
*“Experienced-based but without knowing the particular layout of your office” guess.
Sometimes it’s just the perfect temperature in one location, the desk of the tiny* control freak who manages the thermostat.
Seriously she’s under 4 feet tall and every single person on the floor is terrified of her. She’s a mean little one.
My rant of the day is for the jerks who have been coming in to work and sharing their virus of death. I’m now sick, miserable AND unable to work from home tomorrow. Fuckers you’re making me a virus sharing person I hate.
I’ve had a headache for the best part of a week now. Not a migraine, like I often get, but a headache. I’m trying desperately to avoid taking anything for it, because I know I’ll just get a bounce-back headache and end up having to take more, but nobody ever says what you are supposed to do INSTEAD. My husband more or less made me take two ibuprofen last night because I was so out of it I burned our dinner, but here it is again today.
A hot shower sometimes helps, but I can’t do that at work. I’m drinking lots of water, much of which I just threw up. Can’t get any fresh air at work. Can’t do “aromatherapy” – I’m allergic to fragrances, and lavender, eucalyptus, and rosemary are all migraine triggers for me. Most of those “headache wraps” I’ve seen are herbal.
I’m waiting for a call back from my neurologist. Maybe will get lucky and will get a shot of toradol. Or just somebody will shoot me.
At this point in my office career (14 years in), I have just accepted that every office in North America is too cold or too hot, sometimes within the same office/same day. I always keep a sweater handy and dress in layers.
Thanks, husband’s friend who gave us the Settlers of Catan game. Now I’ve got a Settlers of Catan monkey on my back. (Goes looking for an online site.)
(I have not one but two sweaters that live at my desk, along with a goddamn fleece blanket. The sad thing is, I’m not even one of those girls who’s cold all the time.)
Oh dear gods of earth and air, YES. Yesterday I was at my favorite coffeeshop which apparently has become the Trustafarian Hotspot in the mornings (that’s what I get for going to the anarchist coffeeshop). Four of them were standing in the middle of the main ramp to the upper level while I was trying to navigate past them with an almost-overfull* cup of very hot coffee. I spilled a bit of it, hopefully on one of them.
*I wish the person who asks if I’d like room for cream had been working yesterday, but alas.
I get as pissed about people lounging in aisles, doorways, and the tops of escalators as much as the next person who realizes that the world doesn’t revolve around me in the literal physical sense, but what’s so fucking hard about a firm “Excuse me”? There’s no rule of etiquette that says you have to just stand there hoping they’ll move or attempt to contort your way through whatever open space they’ve left you.
Coworker, I am quite sure that you make enough money that even if your total compensation each year were divided among you, yourself, and your three children, your share of it would *still *be more than my total compensation. And yet, when I want to send a package via UPS, I use the handy tool that our company has set up to allow me to do so at my own cost but still benefitting from our negotiated rates with them. So why do you hand me personal packages and tell me to charge them to the normal number? If I can fucking afford it, you can.
Honestly, sometimes it’s like you don’t even care anymore.