Yes, my first thought was of Rush the band. The other Rush doesn’t get much mention over here. But I’m impressed that you’ve heard B singing…
If Dave or anyone else wants to steal A and B, he’s welcome. We’ll probably even slip him a few quid for his trouble. And feel free to take my job as well - I could use Thursday afternoon off. A and B managed to pick on so many distinct cultures and nationalities, it was like they were reading from a list of UN member states. I had the feeling that if A and B were only two people in their little world, they would argue about who was there first. Untill then there’s 7bn other people to moan about.
I’ll have to remember the espression “pale enough to work as a nightlight” as it’s the default complexion in Scotland, unless it’s the one day a year when we’re caught out by the sun and get sunburnt. We do get sun occasionally.
Today, A never spoke to me at all. B only spoke to ask if I minded her opening a window. Silence has been golden.
Somebody crop-dusted the entire fucking stairwell with a fart that smelled like elderly hard-boiled eggs crossed with the aroma of Satan’s own balls. Holding my breath while two-at-a-timing three flights of stairs at top speed probably didn’t do much good for my brain cells, though it certainly gave my cardiovascular system an unexpected workout.
I officially gave my notice today. It went better than I had expected. Boss basically said she was sorry to see me go but she understood I have to do what’s best for me. I was expecting drama and yelling and flying furniture for some reason. I will definately keep in touch with my soon to be former co-workers and report back to you guys!
purplehorseshoe, do you need some oxygen? That is nasty!
Get in lift on ground floor, pressing the button for the next floor up, and the button for the top floor.
When the doors close, let your backside fly and lay the bad fellow you’ve been holding on to all morning.
Exit on floor one.
Smirk as your fart gets sent to the top floor.
Return to the ground floor, taking the stairs.
Hope that the stair bomber (above) hasn’t laid one on their travels…
Just got a call from coworker asking about something, something someone sent an email about last week, something that everyone on it knows should go to this one other person. This one other person that wasn’t on this email.
And because I am low man, I will likely get told I need to forward it to her if it’s missed and reminded.
When half the time I am left off these emails too, even if I initiated the damn thing. It just so happens that I was on this one. Ok boss is nice about it but I should have remembered, and I stress myself out because I’m a worrywart though I try not to be.
Also, the stuff I was filling out the cost was wrong because the idiots who quoted us put ‘Total amount: blahblah’ when in reality it was total amount, plus these two amounts on a second page out of ten that we didn’t bother to total up with the rest.
That hasn’t gotten far and is easily fixed but makes me want to kick something, I feel like enough of an idiot between the class that kicked my ass and being inexperienced at this job despite my schooling being in it and new to this game since in my previous position it was easier to duck the shit that certain people sling and it never had much to do with me. Maybe I should have stayed there. I keep feeling like boss will come to me and tell me I’m obviously not experienced enough (which she knew when she wanted me here) and they’re letting me go.
Small business I’m working at got acquired by slightly larger company with much deeper pockets. Two of us have our yearly reviews (and, um, yearly raises) coming up in the middle of all the chaos. But we’re not getting them, because new Overlords say it would piss off the current employees if new people got raises right off the bat. I find it kinda weird since they’ve agreed to take us on and count our years at current company as the same in the new one, so I’m not new, I’ve been working at new company for 2 years by that measure.
Anyway, hopefully I’ll be able to revoke this rant in January. They did tell my boss that they are going to look at our salaries as compared to the average in our position, and by that, I’m making $14k less than the average. However, I hardly think they’re going to give me a $14k raise. :rolleyes: One can hope.
I just had a call from an agent who’d already called me yesterday, who wanted me to redo my monster of a CV (apparently he can’t identify which companies I’ve worked with are in manufacturing sectors, which ones are utilities and which ones are services; I list company name and sector) and whose response to “I’m sorry, this is a really bad time” was “oh is it? You do sound quite stressed actually. Anyway, let me tell you about this project…” “Oh no. Forget about it.” click
Maybe I should have said “I’m in the middle of frying tomorrow’s lunch. Hang up and drop me an email or I’m going to come to your office and drop the contents of this pan on your head. The one under your desk”.
I swear, the worst part of being self-employed is having to deal with that kind of assholes and the best part of being self-employed is the ability to hang up on that kind of assholes.
I put the name and telephone number of my references right in my resume, front and centre, and I always get asked for some references from people who have supposedly read my resume (and usually have it right in their hands at the time). People aren’t good at noticing things.
Present company excepted, of course!
I want to rant at my son’s restaurant who, just because he hired on a two weeks ago, is making him work from 12-9 on Thanksgiving Day. I hope he makes a ton in tips.
I know I should just be grateful that he has a job, and I am, but I miss him. We are having Turkey Day tomorrow, instead.
Goddammit, second shift! How many times do I have to ask you not to light fires that I have to put out in the morning!
Today they outdid themselves. They pissed off Milquetoast by promising five late checkouts. Since today is Thanksgiving: US Version, there was only housekeeping service from 10 - 1. There were only five housekeepers working today. By mid-morning Milquetoast was looking for a clocktower to start gunning people down from. Tomorrow morning’s going to be interesting.
That’s standard, but this guy didn’t know that the pharma industry manufactures or that the electrical power industry is a utility. I’m wondering whether he thought that pills were harvested from trees, like money…
So, my boss has been calling and emailing me. SG never fails me. According to what my messages said, SG said he had to go to HR first thing Wednesday morning. While he was there, he raided the potlucks before anyone started eating. SG was his charming self, how could people refuse food to a po hungry man?
I haven’t talked to boss, I learned my lesson last time I had scheduled time off, but the emails are getting more frantic.
From what I understand SG hit every lunch room in the county, was his charming self and begged for food because he was hungry and po. SG didn’t even bother to bring plastic bags, he depended on everyone to feel sorry for him and give him a way to take food home so he would have something to eat on his lonesome, po, hungry Thanksgiving.
SG probably won’t have to buy food for a month.
The only time I responded to boss’ frantic emails was to tell her that it is great that there are roadrunners nesting close to the RatKing’s Lair. Roadrunners eat snakes. Snakes eat rats. Rats shred paper. Its possible that we could just start moving the boxes of paper that need to be shredded out there and get rid of SG. Boss says that we will talk more about this when I’m off the drugs. HAHA boss lady, I haven’t taken anything for a couple of weeks!!!
