Or parts from the AC units, or any copper piping, or…?
Killing Milquetoast would not be worth the jail sentence.
Killing Milquetoast would not be worth the jail sentence.
Killing Milquetoast would not be worth the jail sentence.
Killing Milquetoast would not be worth the jail sentence.
Killing Milquetoast would not be worth the jail sentence.
Killing Milquetoast would not be worth the jail sentence.
Why must she make everything a Big Production and a Huge Ordeal? Just do your damn job! All the time you spend making Big Productions and Huge Ordeals would be better spent inspecting some fucking rooms and getting them put in the computer so I can check people into them!
If we pass the inspection we had today, it will have been no thanks to her. Of course, if we do pass (which is likely) guess who will take all the credit? News flash sweetie, nobody likes you except the managers. And I suspect a couple of them are only being polite.
Or the copper from any electrical circuits and cords…
Somehow, I doubt he’d get workman’s comp for a stiff hip. Isn’t that for actual injuries?
Besides, you could report him for attempted insurance fraud. Won’t that be fun?
So he’s not getting to sneak in? Hah! I am pleased to hear this, although I suspect his inability to gamble locally is connected to his attempt at getting workman’s comp. *Someone *is trying to get paid time off to go to the further away casinos.
SG has apparently missed the class on sharing, which states that you must contribute before you can accept, and if you keep accepting, you have to keep contributing.
I bet he’s not pawning it. I bet he’s taking it back to a thrift store and selling there. I’d even be willing to bet that you have purchased the same utensils more than once.
We’re all getting a lot of fun laughing at this guy’s antics, but when you think about it, it’s a sad life he has, and it’s all his own doing.
Dang, you are sooooo smart!
This isn’t just watching a trainwreck happening, its getting pushed under the wreck in progress. You have my sincere sympathy.
There was a time when I was sorry for him. There was a time when I’d try to help and offer up suggestions. Now, I just laugh.
I heard from HR today. There is no way that he’s getting paid time off for a stiff hip, especially when they know that this has been an ongoing problem for SG. They think this is in no way work related. They did say that they would send SG to a doctor, but I think that’s just so they can prove that its not work related.
We also discussed what “reasonable accommodations” to deal with his self-proclaimed disability. His job is to stand in front of an industrial sized shredder and toss paper in. We could buy him a tall stool, but he’d still have to move boxes and bags.
There really is nothing else that he can do. When his hip first started hurting, my boss sent him to the microfilm department so he could learn how to scan files.
This extremely complicated job involves removing staples and paperclips, taping post-it notes down so the scanner doesn’t eat them, pulling out things that won’t scan (i.e. color pictures, cassette tapes, etc.), then clicking on the OnBase icon, logging in and filling in fields that asked for things like name, case number, box number…all easy to see.
SG couldn’t do it. I think that he could, he just didn’t want to because he was sitting in front of someone who expected him to sit at the desk and work. SG likes it much better when he’s in the back of the warehouse and nobody checks on him.
I really do think that SG has shot himself in the foot this time. HR doesn’t mess around when it comes to workman’s comp claims.
Now for a different rant. I was given a very nice storage area for the emergancy boxes. I moved all the boxes into the storage area and have been going out every 4 days to try to label them. I’ve actually managed to label all but 14 of them and now I’m going to have to open the boxes (not my job), look at what is inside them (not my job) and re do the transfer sheets. So not my job. I’m the caretaker, I’m not suppposed to do anything else. Everyone involved in the boxes is gone, so I can’t call them for help.
It is a very nice storage area, there are lights and the floor is flat concrete and the walls don’t leak light and dust and rats. The only problem with it is that I have to go next door to use the restroom. There are other people who have their stuff stored there (in other bays), so the County said they would put a restroom in one of the bays.
So…today, I’m there, doors open to enjoy the fresh air, trying to decypher the transfer sheets when the property manager came in to look at the fuse box and just happened to mention that they were going to put the restroom in the back of my bay. And that I would have to shift the boxes to make room for it. When I mentioned that it would have been nice to know before I had put 13,000 pounds of paper down, he told me that it was the plan all along.
I called my boss, she called her boss, who called her boss and we learned that that facilities had given me the wrong bay and I will have to move everything to the next bay.
I left work early and bought beer.
Here’s my own rant. No, I’m not anti-Halloween. I’m not one of those nutjobs that complains about it. I don’t really get into celebrating it besides watching some horror and classic monster movies during October. But my wonderful lazy ass coworker has spent almost the entire last two days decorating our workspace for Halloween!!! Of course, that leaves more work for me.
Lather, rinse, repeat. That means I’ll get to go through the same thing next week as I’m sure it will take 2 days to take down all the decorations.
I’m expecting the same thing for Christmas.
Flatlined - if you need an alibi when the place burns down, you were in Australia with me. We were patting Kangaroos.
And Thanksgiving!
I swear, sometimes our office manager aggravates the crap out of me. We were informed that there would be some renovation work going on this week in our office, but only the main conference room and the kitchen were mentioned. So apparently management decided it was a good idea to have the paint touched up around the floor and in our offices *while we are working in them *– I arrived this morning to find someone propping open my office door and painting it. I gotta say, yesterday (when they were touching up paint around the office) was bad, but today was worse – my lungs are not happy about it. Because, you know, asthma and chemical fumes are not a good combo.
I was coughing and had already done 2 hits on my inhaler by 10:00, and when I went to ask how much longer the painting would be going on, because asthma and paint fumes are not a good combination, the office manager got all defensive and said that he wasn’t going to stop the renovation work for me, and my only choice was basically to go home. I told him I certainly wasn’t asking for him to stop the work, but that I hadn’t known any painting at all would be going on, that unfortunately I couldn’t control my physical reaction to it, and if I’d known in advance, I would have planned some other arrangement. Sure, I would have loved to go home and sleep, but I have a ton of work to do and we are shorthanded anyway, and my immediate management is having trouble with the idea that if you lay people off, the rest of the work isn’t going to get done quite so fast. The office manager tells me there will be painting going on the rest of the week, and I will just have to find some way to deal with it.
Our IT guy was quite sympathetic and offered to help me with remote login. But I need my files, some of which are quite large, and I need to give stuff to people for review.
AAAAARGH. I made it through today by using an absent co-worker’s office away form the fumes and shutting the door, but that won’t be an option tomorrow. Let’s see how it goes, but I may just have to get the hell out of there and do whatever work I can do from home. And I have to say, the lack of cooperation, or even sympathy, from HR is more than a little off-putting. Especially in a firm that has an employment law department.
Hey boss, you knew** a month ago** that there were going to be issues with off-shift and on-call coverage this coming Friday through Monday. So, why did you wait until today to discuss it with the crew and ask for volunteers? At least one of us was thinking ahead, though…I made plans to be out of town this weekend.
Do the painting crew have respirator-type PPE? If they do, see if you can score one of those.
I’ve never worn any of that, so I have no first-hand knowledge of how effective it would be. Maybe a GQ inquiry would be in order…
They’re not designed to be worn for over 8 hours, which is what Eva Luna would need to do.
I don’t give a damn if you eat at your desk, just as long as your food doesn’t fucking stink. The office partner wandered in late today with a large bag of fries that smelled like they had been cooked in sewage. I had enough of the grease miasma and took my work to a table near an isolated copier, where a few coworkers saw me. Word got back to office partner, and he just left for the break room after announcing that he didn’t want to stink up the office with his food. Maybe he’s getting the point?
What’s that they say about HR? They’re rarely resources, and sometimes not even human.
Well, to be fair to the person in question, he is a finance guy by training and had HR responsibilities foisted upon him when the previous office manager retired, and I don’t think he ever wanted anything to do with HR. Sometimes I wish he would at least be polite about it, though.
And on the bright side, my immediate boss confirmed that if I start having trouble breathing again, and there’s nowhere in the office to escape to, I should just go home and see what I can do from there. Which is really what matters. I do generally like the people I work for; it’s just the office manager who makes me insane!
When my asthmatic mother was in the hospital with a broken hip the hospital decided to paint the room right across the hall. (The hospital people were really annoyed when I told them my mom needed a different room. Lots of heavy sighing and rolled eyes. Huh? And yes, her asthma was noted in her file.)
So you have my sympathy; hope you make it through.
Thanks, flatlined… the thing that really sucks is that this is just the mini-audit to make sure we’re OK before the big guns from the state come in the spring. I’ve been so busy pulling stuff for the auditors that my daily tasks have been pushed to the side, and when you’re the bookkeeper there’s always stuff that needs done right now. I can barely see my desk for all the piles of papers.
I’ve also had to fill in on the teller line this week, since we run at a skeleton crew level most of the time and when someone is off we can barely function. It’s fun to watch the auditors’ heads go all explodey when they find out that I have a teller drawer. If I was the dishonest type having access to a cash drawer and the vault would make it too easy for me to engage in some creative bookkeeping if you know what I mean. We get doinked by the auditors for it every year but the boss refuses to take me off the teller line. That would require either gasp hiring someone else or making sure the people we do have show up.
Oh, wonderful, a practice-audit. How much notice do you think you will get for the real thing? I’ve noticed a trend. When we do the impossible, it suddenly becomes expected that we can always do it.
Everytime a certain department sends my boss a list of OMG, WE NEED THESE FILES YESTERDAY!!!, I feel all stabbity because I know the audit is scheduled well in advance and the auditers always tell that department what they will need when they schedule.
I do feel your pain, but I have to confess that reading your posts gives me a sense of comradeship. I’m not alone riding the train to its doom.
When I worked for a school district the auditors would show up and **bring **the list of things they needed for later that day. “Well in advance” was never the case.