Hey, purplehorseshoe, you’re in or around Fort Worth, right? Go to Cheaper Than Dirt, and do a bit of browsing. One of these might serve as a deterrent. Or if you want something you might actually use, well, that’s small. And pink. But not necessarily demure.
That reminds me, I need a speed loader.
Yep, I’m in DFW. 
And I do like being employed; however, I am enjoying mentally using the one from your 2nd link on the friend who so thoroughly pissed me (and the Other Shoe) off last night.
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ETA: oh, shit, sorry, forgot which thread I was in - that was a reference to the current mini-rants, not the current workplace griping.
I need to work late. I have the entire suite to myself - I could swing naked from the ceiling tiles while farting and nobody would know.
The temptation to shit directly into the Scentsy is overwhelming. The current wax color? Brown. The temptation . . . is . . . almost . . . overpowering. . .
(Kinda like the smell. Of the Scentsy, I mean. I shit rainbows, donchaknow.)
Working late too. The pile of work on my plate has gone fractal. 10% of my total work today has had complications. I get to those complications, and 10% of them have an entirely new set of issues. I address those issues only to find 10% of them have problems to be dealt with. And so it goes.
I really wish I’d stopped to eat lunch.
** sympathies **
Work stuff + every aspect of my personal life (friends, spouse, health, home’n’hearth, etc.) have gone fractal, too. Thank you for giving me a phrase to a phenomenon that had gone hitherto unnamed.
In return, I give you what has become a favorite phrase in Casa De Shoe:
“Slow your roll.”
Kids these days.
ETA: Seven pm and I’m watching the sun sink below the horizon while I’m still at my fucking desk. Shorter days, how I hatses you. Esp. when you come with non-Satan’s-taint temperatures.
Perhaps a tiny sphere of cat . . . nah. Unless you’re going to be on vacation.
You might consider some think geekproducts.
And for flatlined, perhaps a Shirt of Ultimate Disambiguation.
It sounds like no one is going to deal with the rats until an outside contractor is hired. If you’re feeling evil, you could draft a scope of work and contact a few likely companies. Have them send proposals and estimates to either your boss or the head of facilities. Whichever you choose, sure to give out their phone number as the person to call with any questions.
If you don’t develop the scope of work that you want, this is going to kick around and kick around and then someone will be hired to kill the rats, but cleaning up the mess and testing for disease won’t be in the contract. You want every box opened and the contents cleaned and put into new boxes at another location. Because this location is going to be re-infested as soon as it’s cleared. Even if you don’t want to be evil with it, I’d suggest writing one up and giving it to your boss.
If the County has a rental contract with that location, a County Attorney should be looking into A) closing that down and B) charging them for the cost of damage. If it’s multi-unit storage, you’ll never kill the infestation just treating one unit.
Yllaria I am so going to buy that t-shirt! I’ll wear it under shirts that have snaps so I can rip my shirt open and show them the word they don’t want to hear!
Thank you so much for the good advice. You are very right. If I don’t start acting to fix the problem instead of hoping that someone else will do it right, it will be not be done to my liking.
I’ll start writing up what I need tomorrow.
The storage unit was taken by the county over back taxes after the owner walked away. The other units mostly have fleet and facilites stuff stored. I’m really the only one who goes there once a week.
Who used to do that, I mean.
The minions who get sent to help me now refuse to even get in the van.
The one who came to the main warehouse today was wearing high heels and nice clothes. Oh, gee, I couldn’t expect her to touch my dirty boxes. She was so smart that her punishment was to spend 2 hours entertaining kittens. The poor minion suffered so much 
WE would!
Since you’re alone in there, could you, like, mop up most of the wax and leave some so your boss doesn’t realize you took most of her wax away?
The one who came to the main warehouse today was wearing high heels and nice clothes. Oh, gee, I couldn’t expect her to touch my dirty boxes. She was so smart that her punishment was to spend 2 hours entertaining kittens. The poor minion suffered so much 
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Can I come be your minion? I’m very good at entertaining kittens.
I’m always very nice to the minions that get sent to help me, even when I am scaring them into revolt.
Working for the government is so different than working for the private sector. There is a door leading to a small breezeway between the warehouse and a brick garage. Some of the bricks have round holes in them, like someone drilled a hole about the size of a pencil through the side. The only time that door is used is when I stand in the breezeway and smoke. Nobody else ever goes there. /BG
A couple of years ago, I was out there and noticed a wasp going into the hole. As I watched, 2 wasps came out of the hole and flew away. My thoughts went something like “hmmmm, looks like they are building a nest in there, when I go on deliveries, I’ll stop and grab a can of wasp killer. Oh, wait, maybe Facilities has some.” I called my boss, told her what was going on and asked her to call Facilities.
I am not supposed to call them myself. Chain of command and all.
About 20 minutes later, bosslady called back to tell me to not go out there again. Facilities was going to call a pest control place and have them come out and inspect.
My response to idiotic stuff like this is to go toss boxes around. After about 20 minutes of mindless box tossing, I went to my desk, grabbed all of my pens, went out to the breeze way and stuck pen caps in the hole until I found one that was tight, pounded it in with a brick. The next day, I was gently scolded by one of the facilities people for doing that. The building is theirs, afterall.
Taxes are high for a lot of reasons, stupid stuff like this is just one of them.
Shoulda told him that the damn wasps stole your pen cap, and THANKS SO MUCH FOR RESCUING IT!!!
Laughs with Kaylasdad.
Oh, the stories I could tell. After I was scolded, I went out to smoke and noticed that someone had carefully mixed mortor to match the brick and covered the pen cap and hole. My tax dollars at work, oh hurray.
I also once got scolded for spraying some squeeky door hinges with WD40. I was supposed to have called my boss, have her put in a work order so that someone could drive over, assess the problem, spray some WD40 on the hinges and then fill out a work order is filled form.
The main reason that government workers have a rep for being lazy is because people see us standing around and talking about an easy to fix problem instead of doing anything. We don’t do this because we are lazy, we do it because we are flipping hamstrung and lacking any authority are scared that we will overstep some unseen line.
Last year, the area was battening the hatches for a record snowfall. Snow was falling hard, all the news stations were telling people to stay home, schools closed and all that stuff. The janitor was fretting about getting home after he finished cleaning the office. Old truck and steep, twisty road. I told him to not bother vaccuming because I’d be tracking mud all over the place the next day, so it would just be a waste of time and nobody would notice. (yes, I do wipe my boots. Some mud/snow/de-icer will be tracked in anyhow.) Steve finished the work he thought was needed, clocked out and left.
I got a major scolding over that. So did Steve. Chain of command violations and all.
Believe it or not, the private sector is not only *not *free of this sort of idiocy, it is rife with it. Dilbert is frighteningly close to reality an uncomfortable percentage of the time.
And you still haven’t told us why you tossed the IT guy into the fountain. If you’ll forgive the expression, “Spill it!”
I got fired from my last job basically for going over my boss’ head. I tried going to her, but she was the “oh well…can’t do anything…can’t be helped…” type. I despise that kind of bullshit. She wouldn’t listen to what I had to say, but she was very afraid her boss would…
You are scaring me. I went from fast food to government work. I had some hopes that the private sector was more efficient.
Robert…where to start. Before I start, please remember that there are over 2500 employees here and I only have problems with a few of them. Robert is one of those good Christians who has to tell everyone how good a Christian he is because his actions show otherwise.
Robert chose to hate me. I’m not sure why, we rarely interact. I’ve been told that its because I’m happy and Robert doesn’t like happy people.
Nobody is supposed to go into the warehouse without an escort. They are supposed to walk around the building to get to the parking lot, but IT walked through it anyhow. I didn’t blame them, its almost a block to the parking lot and the warehouse is somewhat climate controlled. One day, Robert saw cats in carriers at the back of the warehouse and complained to HR because he’s allergic to cats. The end result of that was that the doors were to be kept locked and everyone has to walk in the heat or snow to get to the parking lot unless I escort them.
I used to snug my bike up next to the door in the alley, but Robert complained because it was a no parking area. It was no parking because it was the spot for my delivery van, I was the only one who might have been inconvienced by dodging my bike, but Robert had to complain about it.
I get along well with the rest of of the IT guys. I’m coffee buddies with the tech bench guy. Once I brought him coffee and asked him to go outside while I smoked. On the way, he looked in the mirror (22 year old guy), noticed that he had acne on his forehead and complained that his zits were distracting from his sexiness. I patted him on the rump and told him that nothing could ever distract from his sexiness. He turned around, grabbed my rump, held me close, gave me a few pelvic thrusts and a loud kiss and told me that I could park my bike in his garage anytime. We then went outside to enjoy coffee and tobacco.
Robert saw that and complained about sexual harrassment. My friend and I both had to go to sexual harrassment training. That was bad, my boss told me that we couldn’t ride to the class together and she took my cell phone because she knew that we would be texting each other during the class.
This is just a few examples of what Robert has done to someone he never has to interact with, the hearsay stories would fill a book.
After Robert managed to get me wrote up for sexual harrassment, he probably thought that I was now properly intimidated enough that he could start “accidently” feeling me up. He always did it in a crowded situation that let him look like an innocent and me as a harpy for making a fuss. Not to mention that he always did it when I was balancing a heavy hand truck.
On the fateful day, I was moving boxes out of the courthouse and saw my coffee pal so went over to say hello. Robert came over to talk to my friend and “accidently” groped my butt as he put his laptop bag down. According to the IT guys, we tripped. Robert, not wanting to admit that someone half his size was kicking his butt, agreed that we had just tripped and fell.
My boss told the BOS that she was sure that I was on my lunch break and that we were just fooling around.
tl/dr version: The IT guy touched me and I got upset.
No matter where you go, people are people.
I relate to you a true story. True in the main, although my details may be off because my memory is just that bad and I heard it a long time ago.
A very famous, very high tech company, based in Seattle, decided to upgrade its building security systems. Everyone had to get a new badge in order to get into any of the buildings. This system was scheduled to go into effect on a Monday.
The new badges weren’t scheduled to be handed out until Wednesday of the following week.
Obviously, they either caught it before things got pooched or worked it out afterwards, but I never heard what happened.
Too bad they stopped you. No jury in the world would have convicted you.
I hope that he’s at least stopped harassing you.
Monday looms. Bumps this tread to tell everyone that I do *not *want to go to work tomorrow.
I’m also thinking about starting my own Pit thread about the lack of support for older bikes from HD. Dithers, fusses and suddenly notices that M hasn’t called me today. Maybe I’ll just pit him instead.
Grabs cell and calls M.
Hey co-workers? You all knew Friday was month-end, right? Then why didn’t you give me all this crap Friday when I could’ve fixed it and made the books be right for September? I really don’t like having to explain why stuff is off for month-end to the auditors. Who I just remembered are coming the end of this month. Ack…
Hey, that’s no problem; you just have to do 3000 adjustment journal entries (with all the attending paperwork) instead of entering the stuff before the date changes with zero extra effort. It’s not like people can anticipate your department needing the stuff before month-end, because that certainly doesn’t happen regularly. {/sarcasm}
Dear client,
If you’re disappointed that our product doesn’t do several things you have now, six months into usage, decided it should, it seems to me that you should’ve asked if our product DID those things BEFORE purchase. Complaining to me now doesn’t do diddly-squat.
Thanks,
Your Support Staff