It’s too hard to remember what matters and what doesn’t, these days. Seriously. The placenta sucks all oxygen away from my brain.
Okay, I’ll shorten it - “Two months. Two months. Two months…” Change as necessary. 
I want to stay positive. There are days when my job is OK, even days when I forget that every single phone call is recorded & reviewed by a supervisor. Yesterday wasn’t one of them. I got a call from someone who I know who needed help. I’m forbidden to touch the account of anyone I know personally, let alone assist in any way above/beyond normal. So, I gave the person the best advice I could and I dropped 10 to punt to someone else. I left notes/suggestions in the text box for the next person, but its all I could do. And now I’m getting “oh we’re not talking about You, just someone else who Sux” slagged on FB. :smack:
Yes, my job Bites. No one knows that more than me. If it didn’t, maybe I could have seen Sean’s Christmas concert tonight. If it didn’t, maybe we would have been able to bring our kids to the company Xmas party the way Real employees can. If it didn’t, may be we’d get 1/2 day off before Xmas the way the rest of the company does.
We don’t on all counts. But the check clears. And if our household didnt have that $ coming in, maybe it’d be me calling some poor hands-tied idiot begging for more time & wiggle room while his/her boss listens in on an earpiece to [del]criticize[/del] offer suggestions.
I don’t run this company. I didn’t make these rules. I’m just trying to feed my family. If my kids were starving, I probably would go into the woods & bring home Bambi too. I’m not proud or gloating; HTG, I’m just trying to get by until the economy gets better and I can work in my field (I have several; none are hiring).
Its just work. Its just a job.
Sure its hard, sure it Sux. Its why they pay us to do it… 
On the upside, you may have to start the conversation, but it sounds like you won’t have to finish it 
I have worked at my job for close to 2 1/2 years. I have a co worker who started about 4 months before me. Now during those four months she was pretty much on her own and couldn’t take any scheduled leave. So I understand why Christmas 2008 she had to take all of that time during the week before and after Christmas (not really, she had 5 months she could have taken time off but waited until the last minute) Christmas 2009? she did the smae thing waited until the last minute and took all of her time. This year I scheduled 12-22 and 12-23 as my time off back in July. I have plane tickets, tour reservations and rental reservations all in place. Coworker tried again to take off time right before and after Christmas but was told she couldn’t have it off because it was already taken, she throws a hissy fit and was told ok you can have the day after Christmas but not the 2 days before Christmas, Bosslady is taking off thisw week but coworker can have next Monday and Tuesday. (kinda pisses me off because “I” was denied 12-27 but anyway) I pointed out to Bosslady that coworker has done this 3 years in a row.
Ok now Coworker has decided that she must be off 12=22 and 12 23 because her Mother is ill so she will take FMLA. Her Mother has been ill for years (alzheimers) so why is this special? All I hear her talking about is her plans to do stuff with her grandaughter. She can’t be denied FMLA so they are letting her off. Bosslady says she can handle all three jobs by herself but this just sucks.
This is the same woman who takes sick leave announcing she is having surgery on her wrist but never has it, she has also told Bosslady before that she can’t work her Saturday becaue her son is getting an award, Bosslady asks me to work for her and I say it isn’t fair since Cowrker is telling everyone else she is taking the grandkids to the zoo. I pointed out that I schedule my non=work activities carefully and I should not have to give up somehting I want to do so she can go to the zoo. she is so full of crap it is unbelievable. I could go on and on.
He got busted for the first incident but not the second. That kind of shook him up but he’s still being a dorkfish about taking care of his diabetes.:rolleyes:
I’ve called him on the days he’s beeng out and he won’t return calls, but he’s notorious for not calling people back. I think he’s having some real personal problems with his wife and dad, so for now I’m staying out of it. If I see that he’s really going downhill, then I’ll open my mouth and really bounce on him for not taking care of himself. He’s not a close friend, but I do like him and I’d hate to see him have to get limbs amputated or the like because he’s not acknowleging how much damage untreated and mis-managed diabetes is doing to him.
I happen to know workplaces that have a wee person, and it ain’t a small one: hospital labs.
Having four bosses plus another person who occasionally supervises my job is bad enough. Having one of the bosses be organically incapable to give complete instructions sucks. Having the gatekeeper on vacation and a temporary gatekeeper means I just sent to the new gatekeeper the documents where the official one approved everything which the new gatekeeper wants to toss back six months after it was approved. I want a raspberries smiley, but this one will have to make do: 
Oh my God. Somebody please kill this woman at work so that I don’t have to do it and go to goddamn prison!
Holy shit. Nobody sneezes that loudly. Nobody. And what the fuck is up with the post-sneeze commentary? Really? Do you really need to give us feedback on your fake, loud-ass sneezes? We don’t care, and you don’t need to blow your nose like a goddamn foghorn every five minutes. If this whore sneezes and then goes “Ay yay yay” afterward one more time, I am going to light the bitch on fire. This goes on every fucking day, multiple times a day.
Also, she’s never succinct in her phone calls. “Hello, my name is Horrible Bitch calling from ABC Equipment Finance, Inc, a wholly owned subsidiary of ABC & Companies, calling on behalf of a mutual customer, Joe Bob’s Excavating, a Texas Limited Liability Company. I received facsimile description of a CAT Bulldozer, serial number C-A-T-1-2-3-4-5-6 at 11:35 am Central Standard Time on December 11, 2010 from area code 1-8-4-7 (yes, she says the “1”) 5-5-5-1-2-3-4. I repeat: the number from which the facsimile documents were sent at 11:35 am Central Standard Time on December 11, 2010 was area code 1-8-4-7…”
Oh good god! Shut the hell up already! Get to the fucking point. What do you need? The asset cost? More detailed equipment specs? Then just say so. Nobody gives a fuck about the time of day or the fax number you received your documents from. “Hi, I’m Bitch from ABC (You don’t need to say the entire fucking company name, or the “Inc”) and I’m going to need a more complete description of the collateral we’re financing for Joe Bob’s, including the complete bottom line cost. Can you please fax or e-mail me specs and the total asset cost? Thanks for your help.”
Done. Fucking done. It didn’t take 20 minutes, and nobody had to know the time stamp on the fax I received. I hate that woman.
God… There. I said it.
How much more emotional hand-holding am I going to have to do around here? Drama-llamas, every last one of you!
And YOU, grand-boss: quit stirring the pot like that. Do you really think a mass email sent around like that helps? You just make it harder for everyone else to just Let. It. Go. Already.
Christ, I am so glad sometimes that I sit in a windowless shoebox in a lonely corner of this office with a surly co-worker who doesn’t talk much (except for fantasy football, omg stfu about that crap!!) instead of in the noisy chatterbox section of the office. That part comes with big nice windows but I really, really need to remember what ELSE it comes with: gossips.
Well, i wrote the email this morning, and Uberbitch immediately sent back a supercilious message telling me I was stupid for having done things the way I did, to undo them, and could I PLEASE be more careful in the future.
Ubercuntwaffle is more like it. The change involves a feature I have never liked, never approved of, and never introduced myself. Having undone it now, though, WILL cause massive system problems.
Me? I really don’t give a shit. Fuck them all. I’ve decided I don’t care if I’m fired before I have the baby; COBRA will be there and unemployment is a gift. Shits.
COBRA is expensive as shit.
Less expensive in the long run than putting me on my husband’s high-deductible insurance, though.
Especially with a baby on the way, I’d think. I was laid off several years ago and just opted to not take it, but I didn’t have a baby en route.
And my husband’s work insurance would cost the same per month (I know, we’ve checked) and has a $10K deductible.
I’m not saying I’m going to quit, people. I’m saying I won’t be upset if they fire me.
“With God as my witness, I will *never *stop observing Assless Chaps Wednesdays!”
Oooh, if only.
It’s more like someone with your attitude, but far more passive-aggressive, treating the office as if it had Pit rules.
Wait, so she’s fighting for her right to bitch about people behind their backs for things she’s saying are fine to their faces?
Yes, I do know.
I worked with a wee lass for a time. After going through four rolls of paper towels, and countless interruptions, we bought her a package of Depends. You would’ve thought she’d be embarrassed (and, in fact, I was opposed to such a direct solution). But she actually teared up in appreciation. She told us how she’d lost her last job (and her boyfriend, who’d been her boss) without knowing why, and found out a week later that it was for incontinence. Which she didn’t realize she had a problem with. So she appreciated our forthrightness.
Honestly, if you have a wee co-worker, I urge you to speak to them. The aforementioned woman is now in a 12-step program, on medication, using her iPad with custom software, and we had a “Two Months Wee-Free” party for her (which her minister and parents crashed in protest, but that’s a story for another day) …
More like she quietly stews about things she sees as issues, then finally explodes and gets in someone’s face, then sees absolutely nothing wrong with being rude if her anger is justified. That works for the Pit. Not so much for the workplace.