Jeneva, I think she wants to know where I hide the booze.
Seriously, I think she’s freaking out because our agreement is that she will stay out of the warehouse unless there are complaints. The only time there are complaints is when I’m not there. Boss doesn’t know how to run the warehouse, its not her job. Its my job and I’m very good at it.
One of my friends sent me a pic of my desk. Well, a pic of the boxes piled around my desk. By the time I get back, all I will need to do to get a private office is to duct tape some cardboard across the opening they have left so they can get to my desk.
This is actually a good thing. I’d much rather have the problem boxes sitting for me to deal with, then to try to find them later.
At some point in the past, I believe **flatlined **said SG had a wife but that no one has seen her for a long, long time. Over in the monthly bitchfest, he was apparently charming people out of a month’s worth of food by saying how he was having a lonely holiday, so I’m guessing she’s long gone. Hopefully because she got tired of his bullshit, and not because he’s po’ and hungry all the time. :eek:
As far as I know, SG had a wife. SG talks about his grandkids and I met one of his offspring. A very nice, polite guy, but I only met him that one time. The thrift store cultery went missing that day, but I think that SG gave it to his son, not that his son stole them.
My boss hasn’t learned that if she puts stuff in a box and gives it a location, nobody will know. My bottle of coffee flavored Bailey’s and my emergency packets of instant Starbuck coffee is safe.
I understand that I’m getting sued. Again. Usually, this happens during elections because I asked for ID or didn’t plug the machines in properly.
This time, I’m getting sued because the historical books weren’t available at lunch time. Whatever.
At least I’m not getting sued over the lack of gun lockers again. That one was messy and time consuming. The worse part was that I had to put on my business suit. I hates wearing panty hose.
Many of us* are just praying that Mrs. Guy disappeared due to natural causes… hopefully enjoying a saner life since she escaped. I like to picture her with a little paper umbrella in her drink, reading this thread on her laptop at a secluded beach.
*Oh, how I wish I could report on my founding of The Unauthorized Shredder Guy Fan Club, Book Group And Coffee Klatsche.
If I did, we’d be meeting 7:30 every other Thursday evening at The Laurel Tavern for microbrews, burgers, and dramatic readings of flatlined’s posts (and "SG meets the Rat King" Fan Fic, of course).
Goddamnit. They fired one of the members of my team for “performance issues”. I worked with this guy daily, and I never had any problems with his work. Now our team is left with a co-op student(think intern), somebody we hired 6 months ago, a remote contractor who’s very technically proficient but isn’t very familiar with the home-grown portion of our code, and me. We’ve just gone and fired the only guy who consistently raised intelligent objections when reviewing my code – everybody else just doesn’t have the background on this stuff yet.
I didn’t say anything when my manager told our team, but my body language wasn’t exactly happy and my manager took me aside afterwards to talk about it. He flat-out told me that it wasn’t his decision and he didn’t agree with it. I still haven’t decided whether that improved my mood or not. It’s definitely distressing that they obviously didn’t consider the input of the people who worked with him on a day-to-day basis and actually had an understanding of the work that he was doing.
I suppose that this is a bit selfish of me – I’m not the guy who just lost his job – but what’s really upsetting for me is that this just underscores that my time with this company is limited. I love the people and the work, but my team maintains some third-party code with our own modifications. The rest of the engineering department really isn’t familiar with the ins-and-outs of what we do. A lot of them have been agitating for some time to move to a competing system. Personally I think that it’s a ridiculous idea – the other system won’t solve half as many of our current problems as they think it will, it introduces a host of new problems that we don’t have to deal with right now, moving to a new system means throwing away years and years of accumulated experience with the current system, and the transition will be long and extremely painful as all of the home-grown code that interacts with the system has to be re-written. But when push comes to shove it’s going to come down to the senior architect and half of engineering(who, to be totally honest, don’t have a vested interested in the outcome) up against my marginalized manager and me(whose jobs depend on the outcome, and thus everybody knows that we have a built-in bias). We really don’t stand a chance – only inertia has kept things as they are now.
No… not yet… I’m on vacation this week, so if there’s any flying furniture I wasn’t there to see it! We’ll see what my office looks like when I get back though. I fear for my plant.
Not a gripe, but a sneak brag. I got the contract in the mail for the new job today, along with a nice letter from my future boss welcoming me to the company. Yay! Merry early Christmas to me…
I’ve vented on the Dope before about how our insurance policy is written in such a way that a mammogram (which the insurance company says they provide for a $25 copay) ends up costing over $200. I told Bad Boss about this last year. I asked that he address it when we were up for renewal.
Oh, they’re not theoretical, Nava. They’re very, very real. Wish away.
I interviewed for a transfer and had to struggle to avoid blurting out, ‘I’ll do anything, just get me away from these people!’
I’d put a smiley face after that, but it is probably too close to the truth (that they’d accuse you of not being a team player, not that you aren’t one).
Arright ya goddamned cheap ass ignorant/bullheaded/just plain fuckin’ dumbasses! A MONTH ago, you brought in your 9 year old unspayed unvaccinated overweight toy dog because she was sick. We did bloodwork and an exam only, gave you a list of what it could be, told you it could be super-serious (pyometra), requiring x-rays and surgery, but you ‘declined’ and went home with meds. She was feeling better on the antibiotics (of course!!) and we told you to come in for a recheck when she was done with them. Well, you didn’t. So we see her again today and do x-rays. Guess what? Her uterus is filled with pus! Her white blood cell count is three times normal and she’s borderline anemic. What could have been a $175 surgery (healthy dog spay) is now going to cost you 3-4 times that amount … and she might not live anyway! So we clear our day tomorrow as best we can, scheduled her in, and allow you to take her home. IMO, we should have started the IV tonight and kept her, 'cause there’s no telling if they’ll actually bring her back for the surgery. And they’d better hope she doesn’t go downhill overnight, because if she ends up at an emergency clinic, THEY are going to charge 2-3 times what we’re charging!
Plus, if they do come back tomorrow, we have to hope they actually pay the bill! Otherwise we’ll be sending them to collections, which is a pain in the ass as well.
My rant is that no one believes me that something is working just fine for all our needs. Well, the problem isn’t that they don’t believe me but that they want me to spend time testing something that I already know works. Not happening.
These are the days I wish my cube had a door so I could close it and do my actual job.
My company distributed complimentary sandwiches for lunch today. They looked OK, but they were drenched in mayo, so I took mine apart in an attempt to find some untouched turkey or ham. I found a hair instead. XP
Avarie537 Your post is why I could never work in a vet’s office. How do you not just kill people? That poor dog
My vet is awesome, his staff are wonderful. They are always willing to work with me over the bills. It took me almost a year to pay the bill for one cat (who still died), but they still let me run up my bill for the rescues.
One day, I was waiting at the desk and was listening to the tech on the phone telling someone over and over that she thought that the dog was badly hurt and needed to be seen. Finally, I couldn’t take it and grabbed the phone from the vet tech and told the owner that if she didn’t bring the dog in right away, it would probably die. Then I hung up.
As I understand, the dog who had been hit by a car and was bleeding from nose and ears actually did come in. The vet saved the dog, the staff set up a payment plan. The poor dog got turned into a different rescue group because it was too sick and expensive. As I understand, the dog get did a good home and the idiot owner got sent to collections.
The staff loved me for being able to say what they wanted.
I wanted to SLAP her owner across the face this morning! I was checking her in for surgery with the husband, and the wife is crooning “anything for my baby” as we’re going over the paperwork. All I could think of was “except for regular veterinary care, vaccinations, and a freaking spay surgery that’s not an emergency!!!” They got lucky with the bill, though. We had estimated 1.5-3 hours for surgery time (they rupture some times, you know!) and it was about 1.75 hours, so they got a break on the anesthesia time. Everything else we left the same, basically. Oh - we only charged $200 for the surgery instead of the max of $300. Yeah.
But in the very same day, we had a client with a total asshole dog who apparently needed emergency abdominal exploratory surgery on Monday call and say “my dog needs emergency abdominal exploratory surgery TODAY!!” Apparently, he vomited tampons and pooped out 20 inches of chewed-up throw rug on Sunday. They took him to the emergency clinic Monday night and then wanted us to tell them what to do over the phone all day yesterday. They took him back to the ER overnight, and they said “he needs surgery ASAP” but she waited until this morning to call us and ask us to “fit him in”. I’m sure we’ll hear from her tomorrow about what happened.
I swear, 80% of my job is totally routine, normal preventive care. About 15% is actual treatment of medical issues. Then there’s the 5% of OMGWTF just happened???
