Forgot part of my corporate-drone rant: my office is apparently doing a little contest: decorate your office door. Halloween or autumn harvest theme, depending on your level of godlessness. Yay. Now I gotta go shill out dough for some crappy little art supplies. Am seriously considering scotch-taping a couple of dead leaves to my door and leaving it at that.
Ha HA! I got your joke, and gutted it. I win! 
Didn’t you get the memo? No one wants to hear what I have to say. Move along.
Learn to shovel that shit in like a real American, you fucking Canuck scum. Bonus points if you can do it while gasping through your mouth.
Isn’t that the point of, y’know, lessons? I doubt there’s anything inherent to having a penis that makes you inherently good at taking the lead when dancing.
WHAT’S WRONG WITH BOATS, COMMUNIST?!
Obviously. I’m just wondering how terrible this strep is that he needed the antibiotics right this fucking second. I’ve had quite a bit of strep, including times when I was spitting up blood and/or vomiting, and an injection was never even suggested as an option (in multiple states and two countries).
You can point the way.
Only if you *really *like dancing.
THAT must be why the guy always leads in all the dances we’ve learned!
Our Rec Committee sponsors Halloween and Christmas door decorating contests. For morale. So the way it works is some people waste work hours and work resources (like color printers) to decorate and if they’re judged best in any of several categories, they’re rewarded with - time off!
Meanwhile, those of us who prefer to do our jobs and not act like a bunch of grade schoolers get zip. In fact, one Halloween, I was just finishing up a major project that had required a lot of extra time and effort. What recognition did I get for that? um, nothing. OK, fine, it was my job, what I was hired for.
And on top of it all, ours is a secure building due to the nature of our work, so it’s not like we’re decorating for customers or tour groups. Honestly, if someone I was doing work for wanted to come over during the decorated days, I’d make an excuse to delay it - so incredibly unprofessional in my eyes to hang crap in our workplace.
Yet when I dared to express that opinion, I was shouted down as a grouch.
Huzzah for forced morale! Where’s that teambuilding thread?
Better yet, our company is giving some kind of minor award for the best TEAM decorations for Halloween.
So what did they do this last weekend? Move most of the teams to different places on the floor. So all the teams foolish enough to put up their decorations already that got moved in the process have to do it all over again.
A settled stomach is way more valuable than any lunch short of Ruth’s Chris. I love these Dilbert moments: “To reward you for your hard work, here’s some indigestion! Enjoy cramming eight hours worth of work into four!”
Fucking IT department screwed up my AutoCAD upgrade…now the software won’t activate, I have 15 days left to use the un-activated software, and no one will respond to my phone calls.
Oh, and because my installation was an upgrade, I didn’t get the Inventor package. :mad: My office mate seems to think it’s just a trial version though…
Just run-of-the-mill strep, I guess. Horrible sore throat, complete lack of energy, fever. I was given a choice, a shot or the pills. I chose the shot for obvious reasons…why would I want to feel sick for any longer than I had to? Plus, the shot made me non-infectious sooner, and since I have two small kids in my house, that’s a big plus for me.
Also, I just hate taking pills. Win, win, win!
So just say on the way to the restaurant, “I have to hit the head… I’ll meet you guys there.” Then hide in the bathroom until they’re gone, then go back to your desk and enjoy the quiet.
When they get back and ask you where you were, either tell them your car wouldn’t start or look blankly at them and say, “What are you talking about? I was there.”
Holy crap some of these kids are high maintenance.
Fucking insomnia. I wake up about 2 hours after I fall asleep. Then wake up pretty much every hour after that, each time being awake longer and longer before I fall back into something resembling sleep. By the time the 3:00AM episode comes, I end up being awake for almost an hour and then never really get back to sleep. This has been going on for days and days. I take an Ambien, no dice. Same pattern.
Yay! Four hours of sleep! Hurray!!
Its like those company emails about enjoying service appreciation week & not forgetting to sign up for your benefits on the corp website.
Because the irony about you being on the email list while not being eligible for corp benefits & that your position will be gone by Christmas is lost on HR. :mad: 
Send them to de carajo, manita: Día de los Muertos for de wiiiiin! 
(to be said in a Speedy Gonzales accent) I suggest a picture of Arlington, very patriotic.
My subteam’s processes are defined. We are missing specific data, but in theory we could already start creating the high-level stuff. Only, because the rest don’t have their processes defined (which at this point is about 95% the client’s Cost Accounting’s fault, as they have made us flip everything over from a forced design which was stupid to another one which can’t work - but it doesn’t affect me), I can’t do it. Kan I haz vacation Nau? I won’t get paid while I’m off! Just let me know when I’m allowed to do something!
Oh, and related to that: if you hire an expert to do something, let him do it! When I take the car to the garage, I tell the dude in the blue overalls what’s wrong with it from my POV and let him figure out how to fix it… I don’t tell him whether to lift the hood or not. Knowing where to tap and then tapping is what I pay him for.
Major sympathy from one insomniac to another. The only thing that (sometimes) works for me is to move from the bed to the couch. It’s pretty comfy, but really, it seems like physically moving from one place to another sometimes - not always - trips some circuit or something. Lying for more than 15 minutes in the same place is a guaranteed recipe for sleep failure.
(The Other Shoe has early-morning insomnia like me sometimes, so the only real hitch in my plan is that occasionally, he’s already left the bed and is himself snoring away on the Magical Couch Where Sleep Sometimes Come Back. I wish we could get another one, but it’s a 20-year-old hand-me-down from his grandmother.)
I’m going to try that tonight, thanks. I know I should get up and out of bed and go read or something… it’s just so hard to “give in” and admit that I really am wide-fucking-awake and it’s 3:14AM.
My mom bought a new house in Nov 2009. She has not yet moved in or even begun selling her old house, even though she cannot afford two mortgages. In March, her brothers and I took off a whole week to help her move, but when we showed up she had not packed anything, and then decided she wasn’t ready. She has pulled this “I’m going to move this weekend!” and then “oh, no, I’m not, but thanks for driving hours for nothing” several times since, so people have stopped offering to help her. Every time I drive down for a weekend she just complains about how much stuff she has to do, but then won’t actually let me help with any of it.
She took off the last week to finally move, and she even claimed to have hired real movers. Of course, a week later, nothing much has happened. I don’t really know what else to do. She is not infirm or feeble, and she really doesn’t have that much stuff if she would just actually dedicate some time to accomplish it. I’m tired of hearing her complain about money woes when it’s completely avoidable if she would just move already! It’s just weird.