We had a quick morning meeting so the Big Cheese could announce her retirement. My desk is in a large room that we share with others, and it has a big meeting table in the middle with extra chairs stacked against the walls; people arrange the extra chairs, etc. I just sit at my desk for the meetings. After the meeting people are standing around chatting, reminiscing, talking, yak yak yak.
I’m trying to return phone calls and get on with my day, and the NOISE! I like the people I work with, I really do, but GOSH they’re loud. SCREECHING with laughter. And how come the people with the MOST annoying laughs are the ones that find EVERYTHING funny?
Yes, that’s it. I don’t want people to LAUGH any more. No more happiness here, thanks. Just… go away and be sad (and quiet).
shrug * If it’s a job taking money at the gate or something, I would think I could take the bus to my job, clock in, and then take up my post at the cash register booth, then clock out and take the bus back home.
And I second the suggestion that SpazCat tape some big fake flowers to the top of each pen. If you have old, stale candy canes lying around somewhere, those would work, too.
I work in a purchasing department as a buyer. Our job consists of tons of little details. It’s easy to mess up, and every now and then someone will mess up. This to me isn’t a problem, hell I don’t even expect an apology. What I do reasonably expect is that you’ll fix the problem in a prompt manner, not brush it aside for weeks at a time like one of my coworkers.
Yeah, that was my mini-rant. I’ll stop whining now.
I wish someone would tell me why it is necessary (or even desirable) for five people who all work in the same department, on the same floor, all within about 30 feet of each other, all with laptops, one of whom is a GODDAMNED VICE PRESIDENT WITH A HUGE CORNER OFFICE – why is it necessary for all of these people to be on a “conference call” (read: FUCKING SPEAKER-PHONE) with EACH OTHER AND ONLY EACH OTHER all at the same time? You can’t just all find somewhere – I don’t know, like maybe the GODDAMNED VICE PRESIDENT’S HUGE CORNER OFFICE – to have a meeting?
That would Not Be Brand Standard and we’re up for corporate inspection any day now. Also She Who Must Be Obeyed would have kittens, ducks, puppies and possible a gaggle of geese when she found out.
You have no idea how much I want to. I am SURROUNDED by these people – literally surrounded, as my cube is unfortunately between two of them and across the aisle from two more – and I have spent all day listening to five people who could JUST STAND UP AND TALK TO EACH OTHER argue about stupid shit like EBITDA and forecasts and metrics OVER THE SPEAKER-PHONE, in motherfucking stereo.
Today is one of those days when I seriously question my commitment to gun control laws and Sparkle Motion.
I had a great talk with my boss today :rolleyes:, about how the office culture has changed since the new director came on board, and I’m hoping she can help but I don’t really think she can so I’m looking for a new job now. And she said yeah, me too.
This used to be the kind of job where I was excited to go to work every day and couldn’t believe they paid me, and now when I get close to the building I just hear the word doom in my head.
Start calling her Honey, while thinking “honey is short for bee shit”.
Seriously, that would tick me off a lot. Enough that I would just refuse to notice her. If she touched me while calling me her name, I’d glare and say something about not knowing who she was talking to because my name is Flattlined.
Or maybe, out-do her. Every time she calls you “Doll,” respond by calling her “Sugar-pumpkin-pie” or something equally saccharine. Escalate to “Schmoopy” if necessary.
No, she’d probably just like that. Yesterday I did say “I am not ‘Doll’,” and today she very pointedly called me by my actual first name. At least she’s not wearing flipflops today.
One of our cow-orkers has been ill and I believe has had some people at home with some problems, so has not been in the best mood. Ms. Flipflop made a big deal about how we all must smile and be happy. “Oh, see, I will make you smile! You have to just smile for me! There, don’t you feel better now?” I’m not even the one being subjected to it and I wanted to punch her in the face. I WAS in a good mood until you started that cr@p!!!
Not really a rant…but the Lair of the RatKing is on fire. I don’t know if the part that has my boxes has gone up in flames yet, I can only hope.
One of the ratdogs has been training for a ratdog contest. I have no clue how that works, but I understand the lady is very upset that she will have to take her dogs elsewhere for exercise.
