Wanders offline to do kitteh stuff, then thinks.
Runs back to give Sierra a big supportive hug. You poor thing! You don’t deal with TRIM daily, so you don’t learn about the new problems until you try to run your reports. If your server suddenly gets full of lead, your alabi is that you were with me, trying to fix the problem. (quick, tell me what you will be wearing)
Hehe, I wont’ have to use it until Wednesday, so we’ll just have to wait and see 
Hopefully someone else will get the brunt of it before my turn comes up
My lame work whine?
I actually have to go in to the office today and man the reception desk. I haaaaaate going in, I hate the desk and the phone and the need to be smiley and chirpy and whatnot.
I like it here in my cave…
Snarl.
(deleted too much info)
Why is everything like pulling teeth? I am not freakin’ Kreskin, telling me the other party is “somewhere in St Paul” doesn’t mean squat. That the other party “works for some temp agency” doesn’t do much either. We only have so much access to information. I try to be kind, saying something to the effect that we need their knowledge to further the case, but for fucks sake, work with me here!
Suffice it to say I am hating clients today.
Would he, perchance, be more likely to get into trouble for telling you to download and install the driver?
I know that bosslady was going to tell his boss that R told me to do it along with complaining that I was able to fix the problem with 1 email.
I don’t know if she has complained yet, there is the sick MIL at her home which is distracting her.
I do know that officially, my problems are on the bottom of the list for tech support. I handle paper, afterall.
Anyhow…I stood up in front of the Board of Supervisors and a pest control guy at the rat infested warehouse. Before going out there, I changed into business casual clothes. I was very aware of the thin fabric and the fact that my ankles were only covered with thin socks.
Gloves, booties and a dust mask seem to clash with business suits.
We opened the doors to all of the units. Mine are at the end and it seems as though the rats came in from the other end because the units were progressivly worse as we went up.
Pest control guy started telling how he was going to fix it, metal covering the holes, poison gas and traps. He offered up suggestions about cleaning the contents and mentioned that everything there that wasn’t metal should be destroyed and offered up options.
The head of the BOS looked at me and told me to contract the microfilm department and find out how long it would take for them to scan the boxes. I was horrified. Happily, before I was able to recover enough to talk, the pest control guy told them that the boxes of paper would need a different recovery process and that now that he had seen the problem, he would not allow untrained people to be involved.
While I was instructing them as to how to take off their protective stuff, one of the BOS asked “why didn’t you report this problem sooner?”
That’s when I killed everyone except for the pest control guy.
I want to be sure I understand the sequence of events here.
The Pest Control guy says that the rats entered from the far end of the units and worked their way up to the ones you deal with.
You reported the problem with the rats, what, about a month ago? As soon as you became aware of it? And demanded that Facilities deal with it, which they didn’t do?
And now the BOS is asking why YOU didn’t report things sooner, even though you reported it as soon as you were aware of the rodents in the units you were responsible for, which were the last ones infested?
No jury in the world would convict you.
nods
nods
nods
And in a perfect world, the pest control guy helped me throw the bodies into the most rat infested place.
Instead, he gave them such a scathing look for their ignorance, that they just shut up and used their gloved hands to touch their faces while they took their dustmasks off.
I’m on their radar now. Says many bad words.
Throw R in the fountain again. They’ll forget all about this. Or maybe they’ll decide you’re too dangerous to mess with. 
I hope that she reported this in writing, rather than just verbally, and that she kept a copy of her memo/email.
Just from experience dealing with company bureaucrats.
I hope that she reported this in writing, rather than just verbally, and that she kept a copy of her memo/email.
Just from experience dealing with company bureaucrats.
Dear temp that made the intranet:
External stylesheets are useful because you can designate the same style for different pages. Having an external stylesheet for each page takes that utility, grinds it into small pieces, and jumps on it. Which is what I what I would like to do to you, once I opened one of those stylesheets and noticed the gigantic number of spelling and coding errors. Which, naturally, makes the stylesheet about as useful as a kitten on espresso in a room full of priceless and highly breakable artifacts.
I am not looking forward to this. Yes, I could just make the few changes necessary to the webpages and ignore the stylesheet fuck-up of doom, but my OCD and work ethic won’t let me.
The only saving grace is that there are only about ten pages.
sigh
**Silver Tygar **are you my long lost twin? I’m the one labeling boxes that nobody cares about.
I’m actually looking forward to going to work tomorrow. The gossip mill says that SG got in trouble at a casino because he “borrowed” some quarters from a slot machine that wasn’t his. Small communities rock, I get all of the hot scoops first
Every time I check this thread, I’m appalled.
Rats building a paradise in a storage unit, Tech guys who don’t give a fuck, temps, lunch thieves, and now poor flatlined practically has to use a Time-Turner, and a WAND to try to get people to snap out of their lunch comas, to do their fucking jobs.
Dear New Immediate Boss,
Fuck you.
You are 50 years old. I really don’t give a flying fuck about the sports you played in high school. I give even less of a fuck about who you knew in high school that went on to play college ball 30? years ago. Never heard of them, don’t care. But I can’t take half a shift off* to go actually play a sport instead of just talking about it?
Fuck you.
You have decided you are now the Grand Poobah and have told me you don’t want me making the routine decisions I have been making for the last 7 years. All decisions must go through you now. Okay, fine. But when we get in the weeds, don’t look at me and expect me to make things right. You don’t want me to make decisions anymore, remember?
Fuck you.
I’m actually kinda enjoying it, really. My crew has known how I work and what I expect. You came in and changed just about everything. So now when my people ask me WTF, I point them to you. I don’t have to think. I am just another minion. You can explain it to them, because I can’t. You have decided I am not worthy of thought. And you don’t remember the 95% of the idiotic things you wanted me to do today that I got right, you had to come bitch about the 5% I got wrong, and even when I proved it wasn’t really my fault, it was still my fault.
Fuck you.
And I used to be neutral on the Houston Texans. Now I want them to lose just to piss you off.
Fuck you.
*and have someone cover for me
Is it tomorrow where you are yet, flatlined? Can’t wait to hear how many broken limbs SG got for that little stunt! 
Me too! I got up early just to check on Shreddy Geddy and the casino story.
Hmmm… any way you could get SG to type up his take on your workplace for us?
If he really did get limbs broken, he’ll probably be calling **flatlined **or her buddy Tony (it was Tony, right?) for a ride into work, ‘cause po’ him can’t drive.
I’m betting that all that happened was that this casino, at least, kicked him out and told him not to come back. The real question is, will they pass the word to the other casinos? What happens if SG has to quit gambling cold turkey, because no one will let him through the door?
flatlined, if this happens, we want blow-by-blow descriptions!
Hm… I assume he’s at least theoretically literate, but are you sure he can type?
flatlined has reported his use of *her *computer before. I forget why he was using hers, but he was.
Hunt and peck will work in a pinch, after all.