I don’t know how many places I’ve worked at where people will throw all their recyclables in the garbage - with a recycling bin right next to it. It drives me nuts - the bin is RIGHT FRIGGIN’ THERE! Make the effort to throw it three feet to the left, you wankers!
If it’s not too messy, I pull it out and put it in the proper recycling bin. Better if people see me do this as it sets an example.
Kevbo, that was beautiful.
My rant for today…
We switched to a new CRM system earlier this year. Besides tracking all our client contacts, we also use our CRMs for sales tracking. Unfortunately, the people in charge of the changeover underestimated how many of our employees would need/want access to the new CRM, and we didn’t have nearly enough licenses for it. This means that I’ve been stuck doing some work that isn’t technically “my job,” because the project managers who *should *be responsible literally don’t have access.
Now, I’m happy to help, especially as these sales are peripherally related to me (someone I support gets credit for them), but in order to do that, I need all the fucking information. Not some of the information, some of the time. *All *of the information, *every *time. Yes, coworker, I understand it’s a pain for all of us that this stingy client insists that every month’s work be invoiced as a completely separate project, billed on a time & materials basis. But when every month you forward me the same email, which just says T&M billing with no estimate, and I *tell *you *every single fucking month *that I need an estimate before I can create the sale in our CRM, you think you’d eventually figure out to just GIVE ME A FUCKING ESTIMATE FOR THE MONTH FROM THE GET-GO.
Bins can still get sticky if you toss wet recyclables into them. Not such a big deal at home (where you can easily rinse it out) or if there’s a bin liner, but if you’re at work with an unlined bin? Letting the recyclables dry before you pitch 'em isn’t the worst thing.
I’ve received four of nine documents from a company we’re subcontracting translation work to. Every single document thus far has been in a completely unique style separate from the others, and of those only one was actually usable and didn’t require me sending it back to them to have it redone. Internal consistency, motherfuckers, do you even know what it means?
I dread receiving the other five. I expect at least one will be in Wingdings and another will have the text as a graphic.
No, there’s a liner - a plastic trash bag.
Milquetoast, the Executive Housekeeper, has decided since the Committee to Declare Unnecessary and Superfluous Fake Holidays has decreed this National Housekeeping Week she should do “fun, team-building exercises” during the morning meeting. This morning they were stacking boxes of soap.
Seriously. A guest was watching them do this.
That was not my problem. My problem was the volume level. They got so loud I could barely hear the phone when it rang. I had to put the person on hold just so I could get everyone to STFU long enough for me to identify the caller. I had to yell at them several times–fortunately for them I didn’t get shrill. Things end badly when I get shrill. Fortunately the person on the other end was one of my co-workers, but seriously, people! What if that had been someone wanting a reservation? What if that had been The Owner? What if that had been She Who Must Be Obeyed? Oh, SWMBO would have loved being put on hold so I could shut everyone up. I’m sure she would have had very nice and pleasant things to say in a nice tone about that.
If she does this again tomorrow, I’m going to pull Big Boss aside and firmly suggest that all future “fun, team-building exercises” be held on the other side of the fireplace. Or better yet in the back parking lot.
Better than being married to Teh Can-Washer…
Clothahump’s wife calls your hotel on a regular basis?
That’s – kinda strange.
Underline mine: that’s the problem, they’re probably subcontracting each document to a separate self-employed translator. Gotta love those ads offering .01$/word, 30,000 words, must be ready in 48 hours…
Isn’t Spaz the one who has as one of her bosses the extremely-incompetent mother of the owner? I figured that would be who she meant.
The bitch got 2x$ of my salary (I even approve her paychecks) to do nothing at all… and she still is asking me for help to do her job.. every day… !!!
Fuck YOU b****.. if you get the $$ you have to suffer the consequences!
Reported
We’re sitting in a room waiting for a meeting to start since a vendor is delayed by a traffic accident. The people beside me are discussing keying cars in the parking lot and how great a website the people of walmart is. Now I work with techies so not always unexpected but this is an executive meeting and I’m surrounded by VP’s who I thought would have known better than to
a) actually KEY a car because they didn’t like how it was parked
b) talk about it in a meeting surrounded by their peers and subordinates
c) Seriously? People of walmart?
Hell, so do we! The difference is we have a proofing department whose sole job is to ensure consistency.
..Speaking of which, I should get to work..
Just an obscure SDMB joke. Clothy, when he references Mrs. Clothy in a post, calls her SWMBO (a quasi-literary reference to British lawyer Rumpole of the Bailey).
It’s one of his saving graces, actually.
Hee - I’m picturing this now. 
[pedant]And before that, the H Rider Haggard novel “She”, in which the title character ruled a hidden realm in Africa and was always referred to by her people as “She Who Must Be Obeyed”.[pedant]
Roddy
No, our SWMBO is the COO. She’s more terrifying than The Owner because she is the one that The Owner delegates all the “being mean” duties to so he can be a glad-handing nice guy.
No, that’s someone else. Same industry, though.
This is really weird. My “batting average” has been a perfect 1.000 for the last two days I was at the office. Nearest I can figure is every one else is on vacation. Except the three guys in the cube next door. Maybe they’re all suffering from some horrible urethra blockage.
Our busy season hits in one month. My luck is not bound to last.
Bri2k
Heh…remember the guy who invited himself to the ladies’ birthday lunch in this post? He tried it again this week. The lady in charge of organizing the lunch this time informed him that he (and his buddies) were welcome to tag along, on the condition that they each contribute money to the fund used to purchase lunch for the “birthday girl(s)”. He declined to participate. 
Also, this same guy succeeded in pissing off one of the two women authorized to scan documents into the system. Way to go, Bub.
I fucking hate the “process” by which my “team members” in another land wait until 4-fucking-thirty in the morning to page me about a shipment that was delivered and given to the customer 2 (and sometimes up to 4) fucking days ago. After almost 6 years of operation in this center, how is it that our staffed hours are still a mystery to everyone?