We have a new team supervisor. His first day back from vacation, his first day with us. He calls a team meeting. I miss the first 20 minutes of it because I’m working with a customer.
I come in. He’s asking if we have questions, but as soon as they are raised, he shoots them down with the rigid one-size-fits-all corporate mentality. So people stop asking, because they know this man doesn’t THINK, he just spouts the corporate line. Can see it on their faces.
So I’m asked to stay so he can cover things with me. In the space of about 10 minutes, he has to mention that he was in the Marines about 3 times, that he’s a hardass about 5 times, that when he says to do something it WILL be done several times. That “I know immediately when people aren’t willing to work with me (not that I’m saying it about you)” SIX (6) times. I repeat a widely (and personally) held belief about how you have to act in this place to get good numbers (ie, cheat). He stiffens and argues with me for most of those 10 minutes. I finally say “Well, we’re going to have to agree to disagree”. He refuses. Twice I say “I’m not arguing this with you”, but he keeps hammering at it. I say something about the director and let fly one curse word. He stops me mid-sentence to “warn” me that he will not tolerate profanity. In a private motherfucking meeting with just me and him.
Goddamned stupid MARINES. Give them an ounce of authority and they think they need to wield it like a hammer. :mad:
Then I get home to my credit card bill. Says I didn’t make a payment last month. I try to check it on-line and it keeps telling me my information is incorrect. So I call them, nagivate the damned phone system bullshit, finally get someone who puts me on hold for nearly 10 minutes and then tells me that it somehow took 12 days for my payment to go from the primary regional mail sorting center here, to their offices and I’ve been charged a late fee. Then has the nerve to tell me to allow more time for it to get there and be processed.
I haven’t smoked pot in over 7 years, but man, I sure could use a bowl about now.
As much as you may think you have awesome ninja skills, you don’t. So next time, do not try to catch the bag you just dropped because you will not be successful. Instead, you will smash the side of your hand into the table that is in the way and end up with an awesome bruise. You will then try to blame the awesome bruise on a fist fight, which won’t work because its on the side of your hand.
No, a marine willing to enforce the rules about *other *people cursing. You have my sympathies, Chimera. I hope a new job pops up and bites you on the ass, because you need it more than I do.
<whimper> I just want this project to be over. Please? </whimper>
Why the hell would you bury beer bottles?! I’ve said before that the properties on my street used to be a state park, and when we were digging a trench for a drainage pipe, we discovered the remains of several glass bottles buried about 10-12" deep. The ones that were still mostly whole didn’t look like they were ancient, and I kind of doubt that there’s been that much soil accumulation in the past 15-20 years that might have covered them that deeply, so it really seems like someone decided to bury them rather than take them with them. WHY?? Wouldn’t throwing them away at home been a hell of a lot less work?
The first thing that comes to my mind is one or more underage drinkers. They sure can’t take the bottles home to throw away, because Mom or Dad might find the bottles and start wondering about them.
Wow, Chimera, your job sounded pretty awful before, and now it sounds like it’s been raised to new and exciting levels of awful. I too hope you find another job before this one gives you a complete nervous breakdown. On the plus side, this guy has let you know in no uncertain terms how you have to act around him - hide everything you’re doing from him, and don’t let him know anything about what is really going on, because he will find a way to use it against you.
Why do people go brain-dead in crowded self-serve gas stations? People are lined up three deep to get to the gas pumps and some oblivious young woman in a VW has pulled up to the pump and. just. sits. there. She finishes her phone call, goes through her purse, makes another phone call, then gets out to go into the cashier kiosk. I’m sure she left her passenger in the car solely to prevent someone from keying it. Then there is the guy who has waited in line for several minutes, but has to look through his wallet, all his pockets and the back seat of his car before he can find his debit card ,once he has gotten to the pump. WTF? Did the need to pay for your gas somehow come as a surprise to you?
Nah, I’m too much of an Asshole. I will act as I am, and allow him to be who he is, and in the end I will leave and he’ll feel victorious, but everyone around him will know how much of an asshole he really is.
Ah yes, my philosophy of assholes at work: you only have to deal with them for a little while. They have to live with themselves. Who’s the real winner?
He’s been our boss for a week in theory, only 2 days in practice and I’ve already heard several of my co-workers badmouth him. As I was walking out with one guy who has been there as long as I have, and who has been on my (various) teams for about a year said “I’ve been here N long and (name) is the worst boss I’ve ever had.” Good first impression, eh?
Dear friend and co-worker. You are nice to people you know. In fact, you are a good friend and I like working with you. Usually. But when you take phone calls from people you don’t know, you are abrasive, short tempered and rude. Some people are stupid, yes, but that doesn’t mean they are deliberately calling to piss you off. They are clueless. They need help. It doesn’t help anyone for you to be so nasty to them just because they don’t know who to call.
Yes, we do get some callers who are rude but the majority of them will respond to politeness positively. So don’t get all pissed off when someone tells our supervisor you were rude and you get written up. You WERE rude. This is not the first fucking time this has happened. I know you can be nice and helpful because you are: as long as you know who’s on the other end of the line.
I am not going to sit there and feed in to your bitching about how everyone is against you. They aren’t. You just need to treat everyone the same. Politely. It’s not that fucking hard.
Some miserable piece of garbage hacked into my mother’s email account, changed her password so we can’t get in, and spammed her contact list pretending to be her and asking for money.
My mother has metastatic endometrial cancer, is going through chemo and radiation to treat the tumors in her lungs and brain, and is recovering from brain surgery that she just had last week…and now she has to deal with this shit?
(This is a mini-rant in length only. I would beat that fucker into a pulp if s/he were here before me.)
Thanks – I’ll do that tomorrow. I’ve set up another email account she could use in the meantime, but she uses that Hotmail account for her profession and I shudder to think of the damage losing access to that account permanently could do.
If I remember correctly, the complaint had to go through Windows Live, and we needed to provide some things like naming people who she would have corresponded with and the like. It wasn’t a super fast process, and the first time through I hit the wrong link which ended up canceling the rather than moving forward with it. :smack:
Weekend two of (apparently) children’s birthday parties across the street, complete with jumper, and the screamers have been invited again. Fortunately this time I was gone for most of it but hubby was here, says it’s been going on since about 4 and he is NOT happy.
I filled out the account restoration form with her over the phone, and I had a big long write-up of what happened and what other information Hotmail could use to verify that I am not a scammer myself (like the dates and subject lines of emails in her inbox and sent folder, etc.), and after I submitted the form and got a screen summarizing my submission, I saw that most of my big long write-up was cut off. I hope to God it went through. My big fear is that it looks like I am trying to steal her password myself, because I couldn’t fill out her IP address (which she doesn’t have anyway), her last date and time of successful log-in, etc.
Between the stress of dealing with her being so sick and this bullshit, she’s going to lose whatever remaining hair she has, and I’m going to get high blood pressure.
She has a friend in Argentina who contacted me after she received the scam email – the friend replied to the email in Spanish and got a reply in broken Spanish, so there is someone live at the other end of the account, reading through her emails, possibly deleting everything…I hope to God my mother wasn’t stupid enough to send any credit card, SSN#, or other info in an email and knowing her she probably did…UGH.
I try to check it on-line and it keeps telling me my information is incorrect. So I call them, nagivate the damned phone system bullshit, finally get someone who puts me on hold for nearly 10 minutes and then tells me that it somehow took 12 days for my payment to go from the primary regional mail sorting center here, to their offices and I’ve been charged a late fee. Then has the nerve to tell me to allow more time for it to get there and be processed.