I’m sure it would be ok, there are two empty offices up here. I just need to finangle keys from someone, because the one I am eyeing also holds the cheque run stuff and important files.
Huh. I must have it saved in my cache because it’s working for me. It’s just a large picture of the Duke logo.
Is she eating good homemade chili or cheap microwaveable chili? I can’t stand the latter, but the former is goooooooood eatin’.
We have a former coworker coming back to join us again. Because of the part of the company she works for, she needs a special locking cabinet. Her new office doesn’t have one, and her old office was taken over by someone who also needs one, but there’s another office formerly used by someone from her area that’s now used by someone else. So, the plan was to swap the non-locking combo unit in her new office for the locking cabinet in the other person’s.
Earlier this week, I specifically requested that this be completed sometime on Friday (today), because the person is rejoining us on Monday, and the other person is out of the office today: ergo, minimal disruption. I hadn’t put in the request up until then, because someone else had been using the shelves in this formerly vacant office to store a bunch of old documents for years (literally, years) that she kept meaning to go through but never did. (Because *god forbid *she just say “chuck it all,” when the most recent stuff is five years old. But I digress.)
At 3 p.m., I finally decided to call building services and see what was up. Far from being insulted that I hadn’t figured out they were going to be coming later in the afternoon, I finally got a call back that explained that the guy would not be coming today. At all. And didn’t think this was important to tell me, despite the fact that my tickets had explicitly stated that the word needed to be done TODAY.
Look, dude, I appreciate that sometimes you need more lead time, and I don’t expect you to break the laws of physics when I give you a few days’ warning instead of a week or more. But if you cannot complete a service request by the requested time, YOU NEED TO COMMUNICATE THAT BACK TO ME, so that I can make alternate arrangements. Now, I’m going to have to deal with two pissed-off consultants getting their asses hassled Monday morning as you traipse in and out of their offices, one of whom WON’T EVEN HAVE A COMPLETED OFFICE YET, since one of the things you were supposed to do is hang a whiteboard.
Ugh.
I use the EFF’s HTTPS-Everywhere plugin, just so I don’t get my ISP injecting random stuff. It strikes me as good procedure. It changes things so I use https by default.
Oh, very nice! Thank you, consider it stolen 
Chapter Three:
In the time honored tradition of all government workers, the intrepid crew discussed the problem. flatlined standing the paddle of the handtruck and leaning aginat it, Eric leaning on the handle. Jeff has nowhere to lean and thinks that we should be doing something.
Eric suggests that Jeff should open all of the doors to air the U-Store place out. flatlined agrees and offers Jeff the key. Jeff slowly reaches out to take the key, his body tense with fear and anticipation. Jeff walks reluctently to the first door, inserts the key into the lock and tries to open it.
When the lock fails to open, Jeff jogs back with a look of relief on his face. “I guess we need to go back to our base and get some bolt cutters”. Eric, always helpful, digs into their van, finds a can of WD40 and sends him back.
flatlined tosses the handtruck back her van and leaves the key in the ignition. Just in case.
What in the world good will airing the place out do? The smell may lessen, but the cause is still there.
Plus, how dare you leave us hanging!
The saga begins to resemble Broomstick’s Abscess Tale.
I work at a vet clinic that closes at noon on Saturday. We had a client slip in the door at about 11:59 because we were waiting for someone to come in with an emergency euthanasia. Supposedly, she was in a big hurry - running late - and just needed to buy a few cans of food to tide her kitty over for the weekend until she could come back on Monday and get more. The gal at the front desk made the mistake of asking her how she was doing, and we were treated to a 20-minute ramble about headaches, knee pain, neurologists, steroids, etc. Did I mention she had just come from working with the cows? So our entire lobby reeked of cow shit the entire time. I was in the room with the euthanasia, and I could hear every freaking word she was saying. Even after the other clients left without the dog they had come in with she just. kept. talking!!! She finally left, so I could finish sweeping and mopping the floor.
At 12:40 the door opened (for some reason they won’t lock the damned door until we actually leave) someone walked in with a stool sample (poop) that they wanted us to check.
“Um, ma’am, we closed at noon, I can’t help you today.”
“Oh well I took an allergy pill last night and couldn’t wake up in time to get it here this morning. Can’t you just keep it until Monday?”
“Nope, sorry. Has to be less than 12 hours old, so there’s nothing we can do for you today.”
“But I had it in the freezer - shouldn’t it be OK?”
“No, because anything that was in the stool sample has now been killed and burst by the freezing temperatures.”
“But it has blood in it!”
“Sorry … there’s no doctor here and we just can’t help you today. Bring in a fresh one Monday morning - we open at 8.”
Dear F*******'s execs/marketing division: this new High Five program you’ve come up with? It’s FUCKING GAY. If I go out to eat I don’t want to be asked stupid questions and I certainly don’t want to be assaulted with “High Fives” by every employee in sight. That’s a little bit outside the comfort zone of many.
If you want to stay in buisness drop the frequent paradigm overhauls and the fancy-schmancy menu selections that more often than not sell very poorly. Concentrate on quality of service which does not rely on gimmicks. Stop obsessing over labor when it starts to impact operational standards. Let us weed out the dead weight employees. But really, you should know this… :rolleyes:
And you’re a fucking bigot.
When someone does the right thing, do you say “that’s really white of him”?
Do you say someone’s “a good customer, never tries to jew you down on the price”?
etc.
For most civilized people, this kind of childish insults dies out around Junior High time. So why don’t you grow up!
Now, we can’t jump to conclusions here. Maybe the new High Five Program actually is attracted to same sex partners.
Er, okay…
Heh. Several of our employees are homosexual and they agree that the High Five program is pretty gay.
One of my coworkers has a BS in Business, followed up by an MS in fashion. His previous boss had manners that would scandalize a mule; she’d call him “fashion boy” and “hey, the pansy!” - until they got a gay coworker. She told him “damn, now if I call you pansy he’ll think it’s for him, I can’t call you pansy any more”. Someone else piped up with “might even take offense too”. She: “uh? Why would he?” The guys: “boss, women are known for leaving stuff in their other handbag but you really, really, really left your sense and sensibility in your other butt. Seriously.”
To the bug-shit crazy evening cleaning guy:
Dude, I do not want to be your friend. Your screaming, psychotic melt-down a couple months back is still well-remembered, esp. by me due to your throwing chairs down the hallways, kicking the walls and slamming office doors so hard pictures fell off the walls and broke. Your n-word laced rant was the icing on the cake, esp. when your supervisor was trying to diffuse the situation and give you a chance to settle down.
I don’t care if the medications you’re on get you to this level of functioning. You’re a time bomb waiting to go off, and I don’t want to be at ground zero when you do. You proved this by going batshit AGAIN at a new supervisor on Friday. I was all but dragging my husband out the door so if you went postal, we wouldn’t get hurt.
Why in the hell the company you work for WON’T fire you [and it’s been strongly suggested by upper management] is beyond me. One more flip out, scooter, and I’m calling the cops on your ass. I’m not working in an office where I have to worry about my safety ever again.
You are BaneSidhe. Scream back. Problems solved.
and once again, Projammer wins the thread
I’m sorry to have to report back to say that I don’t know what the IT guy did to tick off the old lady. IT guy is now parking his truck on the other side of the building and I haven’t seen Old Walker Lady this week.
I’ve also been to the rat infested warehouse again. The box owners are getting worried and sending their minions to visit their boxes. I’m very polite. “Sure, Margie, we can go out after lunch today. Be here at 2 pm”. When the minions show up, I hand them the booties, dustmasks and gloves, then tell them that I will drive, and open the doors…then watch them while they go inside.
Promises that I don’t really shine flashlight into the corners while looking for red glowing eyes and listening for chittering.
Actually, I do. I’ve managed to scare 3 legal clerks into calling Risk Management and refusing to go in.
The head of Facilities is having his own quiet riot. Nobody is willing to go in there. I suggested that Eric google rat kings and he shared that with his coworkers.
Not a rant. Thanks to my really good legal drugs, I just think the whole thing is funny.
The other alternate storage area has lights and electricity. I can plug a fan in. Today I was there, moving boxes around with the doors open and was so thrilled. How lame is that, I’m grateful for electricity in a first world working place.:dubious:
Hell, all I’m taking right now is insulin, Lasix, and Advil, and I think this whole thing is funny. Especially the bit about getting someone to google rat kings.
So Risk Management now has at least 4 independent reports of issues with the warehouse. Good.
How long before it hits the news, I wonder?
My current employment chain is:
Client -> Big Consulting Firm -> Agent -> Me.
I’m a freelancer. My contract says I have 5 calendar days’ notice. I gave notice last Friday, in accordance with the contract. Now the guy from BCF is giving me shit and saying he won’t pay until “this is clarified”. Dude, it’s not my fault if you and the agent have communications problems, or if the agent’s lawyer sucks. It definitely isn’t my fault if the reason this contract says five days (in letters, no missing numbers) instead of the usual fifteen is because you wanted it to be that way but forgot to say you wanted it that way only if you wanted me to leave, not the other way round.
I don’t think he realizes that not having me is much better than having me royally pissed off :mad:
Branch manager has taken to doing this creepy lean on my chair/hover over my shoulder thing whenever he comes into my office. He’s practically breathing into my ear when he’s looking at my computer. Now I don’t mind when the boyfriend does this, but there’s no one at work I want to get that close to. Other co-workers have reason to come in and see what I’m doing but they have the good sense to pull up the chair next to me.
Last week when he did this I was on the tail end of a migraine and I told him that if he didn’t quit moving my chair I was gonna puke on his shoes. That got the message across for a couple of days but then he did it again today.
I just might have let out a S.B.D. while he was hovering today. He split in a hurry. 
If only you could do those at will.
What you can do, though, is put your monitor in a blank screen mode, turn to face him, and ask him what you can do for him.