The link just gives an error page. They don’t like deep linking it seems.
Per the HTML chart, the shirt in question was more of a “cornflower blue”. Maybe it’s something about the fluorescent lights at work?
I have taken the hints and will be sure that my cell is always fully charged. These are the moments that really need to be shared 
slaps hands to stop reply that was meant as humorous, but could be taken wrong
Boring background instead. The main warehouse holds 18,000 boxes. When it filled up, 1200 boxes were moved to what is no known as the rat infested UStore place.
The 300 boxes were to be moved from a building that was being shut down to a new storage area. My problem with that “snap my fingers and make it happen” move was that I kept trying to get things started so there was no rush.
The 300 boxes were moved on Thursday and Friday. Saturday was when I heard the squeek of the rats.
Chapter 2 has flatlined and several facilities guys meeting in a dusty parking lot. The desert stretches all around. If we listen, we can hear the traffic on the highway, but we are blocked from the view by the abandoned buildings. flatlined looks at her clipboard, points at a door and hands the key to Jeff. Jeff is is about 6’2 and used to play football in highschool. Now that he has gotten his first real job, he’s eager to do whatever is asked. Eric, his work partner, is older and more experienced.
Eric pulls Jeff back and reminds him about the risk and insists that we all don our protective gear. (dustmasks, booties and rubber gloves) After we are all ready, Jeff moves to the door, sniffs the air, grimaces, and glances back at us for reassurance. We nod at him while moving behind the van.
Jeff struggles with the rusty padlock and hinges, then raises the door. Light shines into the cavornous darkness and we hear rustling. The stench of rat output :smack: (darnit, I was on a roll until I couldn’t remember the right word…anyhow it really stunk)
flatlined shines a flashlight at a pallet and tells Jeff to go find box number 999. Jeff stares into the darkness, steps back and says “I’m not going in there.” Eric walks next to him, looks around and says “I’m not going in there either.” flatlined just shrugs off their puppy dog eyes and says “Its not my job.”
The stench of rat excrement is overpowering. Pellets of biological origin are visible on the floor, on shelves, on the boxes themselves; on any surface that’s neither completely vertical nor the ceiling.
With a mask and gloves I’d do it, but I’d expect a damned hefty paycheck. I don’t mind rats, but handling their nesting areas is disgusting.
Ummm, the box owners are saving this stuff why? Someone’s going to have to go through all that stuff to save what can be and document & destroy everything else, I’d imagine. That’s I job I really don’t want!
So, did anyone ever go in? Was box 999 located, or is it lost forever in the depths of The Kingdom of the Rats? Does the Rat King have 7 heads? (Sorry, flashback to the Nutcracker, there.) Do their red, red eyes shine at you out of the darkness, drawing nearer and nearer with menacing chatters?
More prosaically, what are the people who actually own those boxes going to do when they find out that the stuff they handed over for safekeeping has become a home to rats? The stuff’s not just contaminated, it’s probably damaged (urine, feces, shredding …). I foresee bad times for the people responsible for choosing the site, and the site owners, at the very least.
This setup, protective gear included (and minus rats), is reminding me of the film Session 9. :eek:
I’m glad you refused to deal with the rats, and as awful as the situation otherwise is, at least your boss gave you a heads-up that you weren’t vested yet.
The real frustrating thins is that inside Box 999 is the Ark of the Covenant.
Unless they stored it upside down. Then it’s got Marsellus Wallace’s soul…
I don’t like going into identifying details about my job here, so please forgive any vagueness, but this had me & NiceSweetCo-worker rolling with laughter:
I needed some photos of a certain size from someone. He sent them to me with a note: “I think these will work, but I’m not sure if they’re big enough.”
All well and good. The funny part? The file name: BigEnough.jpg
The laugh totally helped, since NiceSweetCoworker had just had this email exchange with a different Someone:
Someone: I need X done.
NSC: I’m sorry, but X is not possible at this time. We could do Y or possibly Z, and we do offer the option to A, B or C if you’d prefer one of those.
Someone: No, it needs to be X.
NSC: I’m so sorry, but we really can’t X at this time. {reiterates Y thru C}
Someone: No. It has to be X. End of discussion!
Excuse me? (To clarify, Someone is NOT the boss of any of us - just someone at one of our other offices.) If it had been me receiving that, the temptation to just hit “delete” would have been mighty strong, indeed. Unprofessional, sure - but not as unprofessional as that!
My coworkers are fucking insufferable when the boss isn’t around. Stop talking about every little thing that occurs to you and make some goddamn calls! I’m sick of hearing about Google’s Puppy of the Day, your weekend plans or how Facebook now sucks. I may screw around on the Dope for a large portion of the day, but only once I’ve met my target, and it has the benefit of being quiet.
I may have to co-opt the empty office and make it my own. I am going crazy!
Co-worker who works downstairs came up to do some things (nothing new, I did it too when I was in her position) but she’s having a bad few days and flipping out and making it hard for me to concentrate and leaving shockingly rude emails and phone messages to managers and ranting about others all right beside me. She also is a rumor mill all on her own, so I try to keep as much as possible stuff innocuous like recipes and how life is in general. Some guys asked me if I missed it downstairs, the answer is NO! This is why.
Do it! If it’s okay, they’ll leave you in there, and if it’s not okay, they’ll let you know. And remember, possession is 9/10s of the law.
This woman at work is going to make me hate chili. Chili!
The same woman with the monogrammed shirts that don’t fit. Like clockwork, everyday at 11:00am, she goes for lunch at the cafeteria downstairs, and brings back some chili and chips. Every fucking day! First, what kind of person eats the same thing at the same exact time every day? I’m convinced these are the types of people who have sex with their socks on. Secondly, the smell is strong, and I can barely even stand it anymore. I love chili, and up until maybe 2 weeks ago loved the smell of chili. Now it makes me goddamn sick, and I’ve been skipping out to lunch at the same time she has because I can’t take the odor anymore.
Fucking whore is making me hate chili!
Pretty sure that’s grounds for a solid ass-beating.
Thanks for reminding me I need to pick up chili ingredients, by the by.
nm
Oh, god. Hope to heck there’s no Rat King in the building, Flatlined. It’s a real thing.
(Do not look if stomach is queasy.) There is a reason why that Rat King has seven heads.
I pit support technicians that don’t get it.
These are not your typical support techs, they are working with a very specialized and very expenisve product that networks the home lighting so it can be controlled by a variety of remote devices.
I was pretty distressed to get a call from a customer ( who paid 50K for his system a few years ago ) telling me that his lights were going on and off by themselves all night. I was even more annoyed when your phone tech couldn’t come up within anything better that inadvertent activation of the security mode…which had never been set up at all on the system in question.
So I go out to their house and download the processor logs. Sure enough, a processor had entered and exited test mode 35 times during the night in question.
I wrote up the entire incident for tech support, including the processor logs which show that the system entered and exited test mode 35 times starting at 11:39 Monday night and stopping at 8:24 AM Tuesday morning…which was when the Homeowner literally “pulled the plug” on the system.
Here is the response I got:
From looking at the support file that was sent in it appears that processor 1 was in test mode. In test mode it will flash all of the devices that are communicating to that processor. To exit test mode on the front screen of the RF processor go to Menu>Diagnostics> Test communication and change this from on to off.
Please contact us if we can be of further assistance. For immediate assistance, please call XXX-XXX-XXXX, to speak to one of our Technical Support Representatives.
WTF ???
The issue is not my lack of understanding of the operation of the test mode, it is the fact the the system spontaneously went into test mode 35 times during the overnight hours. In fact, if I hadn’t been selling this system for 20 years without this type of incident, this would probably be the end of our business relationship. The reason my client spent 50K on this system instead of using 500 bucks or so worth of X10 gear is that your system is supposed to be immune to this type of malfunction and you need support techs that understand that and understand that a failure to at least act concerned might lead me to believe that this incident may not be as isolated as you claim.
I did get a better resolution by the end of the day but only after tons of screaming and yelling - which is why all the support techs I deal with think I’m a huge witch …however it is this same quality that causes my customers to really like me so they will have to continue to deal.
:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:
That’s really, really gross. I had no idea. I really didn’t.
Why is that link directing me to a secure version of Wikipedia? 
Holy bazongas, you guys. The rude Someone just wrote back to NiceSweetCoworker, apologizing to her!
Actual quote: You shouldn’t have had to put up with my “attitude.”
Yes, he put attitude in quote. I do indeed hate it when people do that, so he loses some style points there, but in general … wow!
Aw, jeez. Make it stop.
I fucking TOLD NSC to just sit on that damn email. Our direct supervisor is out today and Monday, meaning his request for X wouldn’t be addressed one way or the other till Tuesday. She just couldn’t let that happen because she’s just too fucking conscientious for words :rolleyes: and so, instead of taking my goddamn advice and finding something else to worry about she … escalated his email to Grandboss. Who is pregnant, hormonal, and cranky about unrelated stuff. Grandboss is royally ticked off at the rudeness of Someone’s request, and much drama ensued, except that Grandboss focused so much on the rudeness she didn’t actually address NSC’s main concern (we don’t do X) in the first goddamn place.
Next time, NiceSweetCoworker … just let it go for a couple of days, okay, and let DirectSupervisor do her damn job whenever she’s back? It’s not the end of the world if someone has to wait, but neither of us wants to deal with Grandboss on a tirade, even if it’s not directed at us specifically.