I don’t mind going out to sick bedbound old people, cancer patients etc.
I object to people expecting me to drop everything (including a waiting room full of actual sick people) because they have run out of their downers.
OMG the new system sucks eggs. Every few minutes we find something else that’s gone wrong. And the phones keep crashing. Probably from all the customers calling in because they can’t get online. Never mind that we sent out the new instructions many times over the last few months. And I don’t think the new system is entirely compatible with my nearly-full dinosaur computer.
I will not cry at work… I will not cry at work… I will not cry at work…I will not cry at work…
Has anyone written the math out on paper and then given it to the department head? Anonymously, if necessary?
My sister in law talking about calls like those: “I am a DOCTOR! I have ways of making your life miserable that only another doctor could figure out - and they’d have to think about it, and I’m good at looking innocent and saying ‘oh gosh, I didn’t know that!’”
Thee shalt not piss off thine primary care physician. Specially when she’s the only doctor on duty in town.
Nava’s SIL, I salute you.
IT needed my team to stop using the “Sandbox” testing site, so they set up a new one for us, and named it “Fubar.” Nice sweet co-worker has a moral objection to using that term, and has taken to calling it “F-bomb site.” I get it now, but at first I was all “Bwuh? 
IT set up another test site for us … and called it Fucksite!?! … oh.”
Nice sweet co-worker: the term “f-bomb” does not equal the term “fubar.” kthxbye
An IT worker with an objection to swearing? I’ve never encountered one of those!
It’s close though, is it not? Since fubar = fucked up beyond all recognition so I can see where she got that from. I’m amazed that name is allowed to stand though!
The fun never ends… now the general ledger balances didn’t convert properly so I can’t balance anything! There has been much mumbling and cussing under my breath today. If anyone needs me I’ll be under my desk with the donut I swiped from the board room.
I’m sorry, but for your own good, I can’t allow you to do that.
I’m going to have to insist that you take a cup of coffee or tea or hot chocolate with you.
To go with your donut, would you like some pizza? We have lots left over from our mandatory lunch celebration of a co-worker’s 30-year anniversary with the company, complete with borderline-inappropriate PowerPoint presentation created by one of her cohort. Now I not only know what her kids look like, I also know what she has looked like while drinking several different forms of alcohol and invading other co-workers’ personal space bubbles since the 80s.
Ha! It’s good to know that someone else is suffering too.
We recently had a software ‘upgrade’ that resulted in some random invoice/payments vanishing from our A/R database. And somehow our A/R aging totals don’t match the sub-ledger totals (which should be impossible).
The controller and I have been having a fun month.
Dear worthless sub-boss who doesn’t do as much work in a month as I do in a day,
If you’ve got a problem with someone not doing what they’re supposed to or slacking off, address the problem individually and don’t send out an email to the entire fucking team. This has the potential to cause those of us who are chugging the workload to become insulted and throw up our hands in disgust.
And thanks for the fringe benefit of royally pissing off 1/3 (the most productive 1/3) of the team today. Honestly, you people couldn’t manage a men’s room. Should you need another lesson in how to effectively supervise, let me know. I’m tempted to give you one now by leaving you high and dry right before our busy season hits. Maybe I need to remind you I’ve got two year’s expenses saved.
Bri2k
One of my people has been having ongoing issues with her laptop, to the extent that it’s now been effectively unusable for days. I’m mad all around here: mad at her for not properly articulating every issue she was facing and actually opening tickets in a timely fashion; mad at the IT people she’s been working with for dragging their heels instead of properly escalating the tickets, as well as ensuring that everything was resolved before closing them; and mad at the penny-wise pound-foolish bureaucracy that has cut the knees out from under our IT department by slashing their resources and shipping most of the low-level tech jobs to our offices in the Phillipenes and India, where many of the first-line techs have mediocre English, terrible scripts to follow, and approximately zero understanding of computers outside of those highly scripted situations.
On the plus side, my office leader got me some gum in a pack that says, “I need more money and power, and less shit from you people.”
Aaaahhhh, my manager - who I otherwise enjoy working for - does this. Not just slacking off - any big error. I don’t like it; I know for a fact nice sweet co-worker* doesn’t like the technique either. If anyone’s every successfully suggested their direct higher-up stop doing this, I’d love to hear about it.
- who’s not in IT, btw. Our IT dept. does enjoy swearing - hence, our test site being named Fubar. I only posted that above because a) it was early in the morning after a difficult night and b) it amused me to think of the test site being named Fucksite.
Which is a fun word. Fucksite, fucksite, fucksite.
This is one of my favorite hate-things that shitty managers do. The people who need to be corrected won’t think it applies to them (ever), and the people who are doing the right thing *already *will resent being told off.
This fits teachers extremely well. I tried to confront my principal about it once, and was reduced to tears by the time we were done with that meeting. I never again tried to reach out to my principal to offer suggestions.
Well, fuck. Where was this to answer the final question in my performance evaluation recently? Oh right. No one gets significant “more money” without a promotion here, and barring an [del]overthrow[/del] early retirement of some administrative personnel around here, that sort of thing isn’t going to happen if I stay in this department. Never mind.
(I answered with the second thing to make it easier on me, which was for the docs to get off their butts and finish the certifications that are due - or well, well overdue - for various research things.)
Was trying to figure out why client was having so much trouble using website when everyone else in the office could see page as intended.
Found out client was using Firefox 2.0.0.
Fuck everything about that, I’m going home.
Mozilla ceased support for Firefox 2 in December 2008.
I love this place… misery, meet company! 
I haven’t even looked at invoices since the conversion, I’m sure there’s issues there too. I did find out today I get to enter all of our investments manually. There’s something like 300 of them. God forbid I mess one up too, it’ll throw the whole thing off.
Thanks for the concern, Lynn Bodoni, the coffee was always within reach, even when I was hiding under my desk.
And while I appreciate the offer of pizza emmaliminal, I’m pizza-ed out. We haven’t been able to take lunch breaks for about two weeks now and the company is buying us lunch. I don’t really want to complain about free food, but I think I’ve had pizza five times in two weeks. Hey boss, there are other places in the area that deliver, ya know… Now if you have some spare chocolate I’d be happy to take that off your hands!
Wrong tactic. You give it to the department head’s boss. Or the boss of whoever the idiot was that made the decision.