One of the companies I work for can drop dead. The assholes just cancelled eight hours of overtime on me. Yeah. It’s okay for them to ask me to work weekends, evenings and twelve hour shifts but god fucking forbid I should be compensated for it. The last fucking paycheck (STILL no fucking direct deposit despite the fact that I have worked for them for over nine years) was over one hundred dollars short. It will take at least a month for them to pay me the extra money according to the fucking morons at payroll who kept me on hold this morning for twenty minutes while they tried to find figure out why they were so fucking stupid. I swear to god people people would faint if they knew just how incompetent this company was.
Why the hell was Boss’s Day on a Sunday?!?:dubious:
In one of the places I worked, both the owner AND my immediate manager were like this. Neither wanted to give out any authority, but both were very big on wanting the people who worked for them to somehow come up with solutions when the peons had absolutely no power to implement solutions. To make it worse, the owner was severely bipolar, but didn’t want to take medication for it, because she enjoyed her highs so much.
And I hope that the casino owner knows that Shredder Guy is supposed to operate a shredder, and somehow arranges an accident where SG goes into his own shredder. Feet first, natch.
Thank you! I was wondering that myself. We told our boss that if it were on Saturday, we’d celebrate on Friday.
<pokes flatlined> Any breaking developments on the IT pig, the thieving SG, or the storage rats?
I sure hope that SG doesn’t learn that he’s got a fan club. Or is that an anti fan club?
OK, this is coming from a someone who knows the casino guard who was involved. So, a friend of a friend…
Apparently, SG was happily feeding quarters into the money eater while chatting with the lady on the machine next to him. She left some of her “winnings” in the tray and asked him to watch her lucky machine while she went to get rid of some of the cheap liquor that casinos serve. (that means she was so stupid drunk that she trusted a random stranger to watch her money)
SG waited until she had left the floor and helped himself to half of her quarters. SG didn’t know that her boyfriend was sitting at a card table where he could play blackjack and watch his lady. When the boyfriend saw it, he tossed his cards on the table, roared with outrage and ran over to defend his lady’s money. The guys who are supposed to watch for drunk gamblers acting out instantly followed, so there was not one blow landed on SG.
SG of course proclaimed innocence, and everyone went to watch the videos. Because they couldn’t tell how many quarters SG took, he had to give the lady all of the quarters he had. And he’s banned from the reservation. This means that he can’t gamble anywhere close, the next tribe is about 40 miles away.
I haven’t heard SG’s side of the story, but I’m sure that he was saying that he only borrowed the quarters…or wanted to keep them safe from other thieves.
Now that the BOS has finally agreed that something must be done, and all of us who are supposed to do something refuse to go into the ratkings lair…the pest control people are moving very quickly. I still have 1200 boxes that I refuse to touch, but at least someone cares.
I still think the boxes should be moved to freezer trucks. Dead rats will just leak fluids over the paper while they decomposing unless they are frozen.
Meh. I’ve got more legal drugs. I think I’m going to ask for a medical MJ card. That will just throw a new leval of crazy into the mix. The policy on drug use is instant fire, but they can’t fire someone over a medical issue.
It’s an anti-fan club, flatlined.
This is completely tiny, but…
I’m working in an internal IT support center. Last week the bosses were doing the electronic equivalent of “taking out old trash” and ran into a ticket which had been opened a year ago and then abandoned - not closed or cancelled, it just never went beyond creation. They charged me with finding out whether anything needs to be done, and if so doing it. Of the three people associated with the ticket, only one is still with the company, so I contacted him.
He forwarded the email to one of the other two. Dude, I don’t know whether that guy’s email is still active (one of mine is still “alive” 15 years after I left the company :eek:), but he ain’t here any more.
I have a strong feeling my decision, specially since the programmers tell me that particular object crops up periodically and things always end up in “don’t touch anything, since we can’t agree on how we want it”, will be “nuthin’ to see here, move on”. But it still bothers me to contact the person who asked for the work and be told “oh yeah, techiewhoisnthereanymore will explain”, ok?
flatlined, I’m sorry that you have to work with SG, but I do love the stories about him. And I can’t WAIT to hear how he’s going to cope with being banned from the casino.
I’m so going to hell for wishing they’d taken their time moseying over, amn’t I? 
If you are there’s gonna be a lot of company there.
Depending on how well they share data, he’ll probably just go to the other casinoes on the same reservation. I expect there are literally hundreds, if not thousands, of people on the ban lists so unless it was for something high profile, it’ll never be acted on unless he get’s flagged again. He’ll have to abandon his membership/rewards card though.
Me included. I was really hoping to get news of a well deserved smack down. He really does have a confidential job and if he had been arrested, I might have finally been rid of him. No such luck.
From what I know about the casinos here, this is correct. However, if a banned person wins a big jackpot, all they will get is what fell into the tray while all the bells ring and lights flash.
SG is planning to retire when he wins big, so I think he will drive further when he has time, and spend the rest of his time with scratch off lottery tickets.
Now I’m going to hell, because the idea of SG stopping at a casino on his way home, dropping a couple of quarters in a slot machine, winning $100,000 and only getting a bucket of quarters is making me laugh.
Today when I went outside, the air was filled with incense. After a while, the scent started leaking through the windows, so the entire warehouse smelled nice.
Most of the houses around the warehouse are owned by elderly folks who are not the sort to burn about a thousand sticks of incense. There are a couple of rented places and last week I noticed some college aged kids moving into one of them.
I read somewhere that pot sometimes makes people paranoid, especially if they are used to smoking dirtweed and get their hands on some good stuff. I learn a lot of stuff online. 
I walked over to look at the rental place. All of their blinds were closed in the middle of the day, there were 3 cars parked in the yard, no music and I could see streams of nice smelling smoke coming out of their badly fitted windows.
I does loves the random stuffs 
He won’t be going to other casinos if SOMEone scares him silly with stories of “a friend’s cousin’s brother” who tried to get into a casino (after being banned from a nearby one for “borrowing quarters”) and got their hands stepped on by Guido from Trenton.
It could be a group project at work. Random stories from random co-workers, a couple a day for a month…
I just sent this email:
"Hello {person},
I’ve uploaded the respective files for websites X and Y.
Cheers!
- purplehorseshoe"
… and then a few minutes sent a postscript:
“Hi again, {person},
Sorry, I hit “send” too fast back there and left one off my list. I’ve also uploaded Z.”
{Person} writes back with:
“Thanks, but I also sent X.”
Yes, dude. I know. That’s why I told you I already handled it.
I think my previous LARPing experience has helped me in the workplace.
I feel like I’m in a game of Vampire: the Masquerade watching the alliances and things evolve and shift, and though I enjoyed playing V:tM, I don’t appreciate it irl.
And since I only put this together today, I’m now mentally assigning clans to my coworkers. sighs well, maybe it will help me deal better or at least brighten the day!
… You’ve lumped them all into “Malkavian”, haven’t you Flutterby?
Heh - that reminds me of a job I had years ago. There was a guy working there who was completely paranoid about his beautiful hair (he was very vain); the receptionist would say something about his hair at the front of the office, and I would mention something about it back in the offices. We were doing it independently of each other, and got a good laugh about it when we were talking and realized we were both messing with him about his hair.
So, in closing, totally start gaslighting Shredder Guy.
Oh no, it’s quite obvious who the Ventrue and Toreador are, a couple of Nosferatu, and yes there is at least one obvious Malkavian, I think a Brujah and maybe even two True Brujah or they might be another clan. Still pondering the others.
You know, this is what I don’t understand. Casinos have some of the best video security in the world. I’ve seen stories where someone stealing another person’s quarters was spotted on the feed and kicked out without needing the assistance of an irate boyfried. I suppose it’s possible to be so stupid you think you can outwit it, but how does he manage to keep breathing if he’s that dumb?
It’s been *days *now. Has he even mentioned the incident? Better yet, if he hasn’t, have you noticed any new tics creeping into his behaviour as a result of having to go cold turkey on his slot machine addiction? (I wonder, was he an arm puller or a button pusher?]
Alas for you, and I sympathize. OTOH, we’re all enjoying the hell out of your stories about him, so much as it pains you, I hope he sticks around for a while. 
And here I thought they used facial recognition software to spot the bannees when they try to come in the door. Pity, that. Good to know he won’t hit big at those casinos, though.
And he’ll probably stand at the register while he scratches, oblivious to the increasingly irate customers piling up behind him. After half an hour, both the clerk and the customers will realize he has taken root, and someone will fetch an axe and chop him down.
He always has some excuse, and apparently he can be quite charming, if he thinks there’s something in it for him. He’s gotten away with so much stuff over the years that he thinks that he’s Teflon.