What the fuck is wrong with him?
I have no clue! I guess he got all worked up when the document control lady didn’t immediately respond to his email…she was without computer access most of the day, since they’re constructing some new offices and they had to demolish her cube to begin construction. This guy is generally long-winded; if he learns something about a part, he thinks he is the only person to have ever obtained this information, and he feels obligated to share it.
AUUUUUUUUGH there is a terrible clicking/snapping noise coming from one of the guest office. I can only hope that the person is doing something like playing with the tab on a pen and not clipping his fucking nails, which is what I thought it was at first.
Oh, thank god, it just stopped.
Dear customers,
Today is the deadline for us to enroll you for December. You will get the 2011 rates if everything is not on my desk in the next 2 hours. Don’t act so fucking shocked about it either because I’ve told you this repeatedly. By phone and email numerous times over the last few weeks or in some cases months. If you want the insurance, DO IT NOW! Otherwise, leave me the hell alone.
I sent you a very clear list of the information I needed to set this project up for you–which, as far as I know, is really not my job, since this is your project and you have your own damned admin. But fine, whatever. Some of the options have fairly large lists attached that I wasn’t going to type out, so I included a link back to the database with the form and told you exactly how to see each of the options. So why, for everything you didn’t understand, did you just fill in “Huh?” Are you a fucking retard? I’m pretty sure you’re not a fucking retard, because you seem pretty competent otherwise.
Also, I have now asked you three separate times for the win evidence to set up this project. Every single time, you just ignore it and answer the rest of what I asked. If you don’t have it, just fucking say so–but don’t ignore me. If I submit this without evidence, it will just get kicked back by the person setting it up.
Also also, when you asked me to set this up for you last week, I asked if it was urgent, and you said no. So why are you crawling up my ass about it now?
Dear fellow co-worker who is supposed to be the coordinator for our wee program [all three of us]:
If you don’t bother to call in and tell our boss that you’re going to be out in the field doing inspections or that you aren’t going to be in at all, that’s one thing. But when you don’t and I have to field calls from not-quite-irate people who you were supposed to call back three weeks ago and get shat on because I can’t help them, you have really pushed my piss off button. I have to call in when I’m sick or won’t be in so YOU know where I am, so why can’t you at least do that for me? Even an e-mail would be nice.
Oh, and also----your diabetes? Have you figured out yet that the reason you’ve had two incidences of passing out [at work and one while driving to work] and generally feeling like shit is due to the fact that you will NOT take care of yourself? You’re eating and drinking stuff that I know messes with your blood sugar, you won’t test your blood and you won’t take the medicine that the doctor told you would help you keep your diabetes under control. I’m making an effort to get my medical problems to a point that they’re manageable and if I had to keep to a certain diet and medicine regime to keep going, I would. You’re just heading for disaster, dude.
May I suggest you report you co-worker to your local police? Passing out while driving is kind of dangerous (to all of us on the road).
Word.
Personally, I’m disturbed by the fact that their work has a “wee program,” which I can only assume relates to urine in some way.
I dunno. With a handle that sounds vaguely Celtic/Gaelic/Pictish/Hibernian, I’d go with “wee” as an idiom for “small.”
Can you call your coworker?
I ask because the combination of having recent issues with the diabetes and also not calling in or showing up (even if it’s habit) makes me think maybe something is wrong.
I’d assumed it was wee in Scottish: “little”. The wee lass, you know?
I work for a large international banking corporation. The corporate culture is definitely different here than from the much smaller places I’ve worked before. I know how to play the game by covering my ass, sending e-mail to the “right” people, making sure the right people know my accomplishments, constantly volunteering for and suggesting new projects (again, to the right people), habitually working late with a smile, hoarding away important information and contacts to make myself indispensable . . . I just don’t want to play anymore, I just want to do a good job.
I’ve got an interview with a company where I would take a $10 K hit if I got the job, but right now, I’d take it in a heart beat. It’s a small company, good benefits, and close to home.
Well, obviously. But my interpretation is much funnier.
Good luck! Working for a company with that kind of toxic culture–large or small–blows massively.
a.) when fighting ignorance, the word “obvious” has no value.
b.) Whoosh on me, I suppose. I’ve been whooshed by less subtle, though. 
I’d thought about including a smiley, but I figured that everybody would get it was a joke. :smack: Oh well.
“Sir, as I was trying to tell you, I work on the loading dock.”
What the fuck? So in trying to track down a problem we’d encountered twice during testing today we come across something that Uberbitch just doesn’t like the LOOK of. She’s about to order it changed so I–who try to keep my fat mouth shut in these meetings–explain why things are that way, referring to a very long discussion on email and a very hefty resource re-do a year ago, that created it.
No, Uberbitch just doesn’t like it. It isn’t causing problems, she just doesn’t like it. So now Ubercuntmanager asks ME to referee a discussion about… something about it. Somehow. We’re going to have another discussion about this issue that was settled a year ago, just because Uberbitch doesn’t like it, not because it’s causing any problems with the product (and believe me, undoing it will cause BIG problems with the product).
I fucking hate my fucking team, my fucking project, and the whole of corporate fucking America. I’m seven months pregnant. I don’t have the brain cells to deal with problems that make sense, much less this twatdribble. God.
I hate having to tell an employee she’s || close to being fired because of a principle she won’t compromise on, and watching her leave with tears in her eyes. I admire people with integrity who hold fast to their principles, and it’s a goddamn shame that this principle is causing disruption in the office.
You need a mantra to help you hold on for another two months - “I’m getting X dollars per hour, I’m making a baby, I have only two months left, and soon this isn’t going to matter AT ALL.”