This is my 7th week on this job. I love it. This is my co-workers 3rd week on the job.
Today he walks over talking about how he doesn’t like the Chinese language. “It’s all ching chong wing wong ding dong…”
I go :eek:
Our team lead in the next cube over stops typing. He’s Chinese. :smack:
Clueless George doesn’t get the clue. He keeps talking. He likes the sound of the Japanese language, but not Chinese. I try to disagree, I try to change the subject. Clueless George has already proven himself single minded in continuing to press on about subjects that I’ve outright told him I’m not interested in. He barrels forward in full blown stupidity.
I finally manage to change the subject on about the fifth attempt.
A couple of minutes later I tell a story about watching a program compile back in 1981 and having my boss walk by and demand that I “get back to work”. Clueless George immediately goes into a rant about how that isn’t possible, because it only takes seconds to compile programs. I say it was 1981, it was on a minicomputer with humongous metal plate drives that held a whopping 13 megabytes of data, they were very slow by comparison to today’s computers. Clueless George presses on. “I’m not calling you a liar, but that’s not possible. There’s no way you could have watched a program compile with lines of code going by on the screen.” I say “that’s how it was and I’m not going to argue this with you.” Another 30 seconds of insisting it wasn’t possible and I give him an angry look, a talk-to-the-hand and I turn back to my computer. Clueless George keeps going, telling me how programs compile entirely in RAM, blah blah blah.
Fortunately, an email popped up on my screen from someone asking me to call them to help them with something, and I chased him out of my cube saying I needed to do that.
I’m currently doing an assignment working on a database of safety incidents; the work is mostly okay, and the people are great, but I have one small gripe - I’m reading a lot of reports written by someone who liked to use quotes for emphasis. "Could you please “return” this report to me by “Friday” at the “latest?” :smack:
Great name. And great story!
Thank you thank you thank you. Each of us here will bake you cookies if you follow George around with a notebook (or just plant a microphone on him).
By any chance, do they also like to refer to the “employee’s”?
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[li]All employee’s must complete the courses in six months.[/li][li]All employee’s are expected to attend.[/li][li]The assignments have been redistributed to include all employee’s.[/li][/ul]
The person in question doesn’t do this with any other plurals…just “employees”. It really looks bad when he includes his unique punctuation in company-wide emails.
Edited to add: only two more weeks without my office partner. I’m going to miss the sweet, sweet silence and the lack of instant oatmeal.
OCD part-timer is OCD. We use colored paper as check out slips in the boxes. We put a lable on the paper, another lable on the file. When the file comes back, the paper is used to check the file back in, then tossed in a pile. When the labels are so thick as to be annoying, I peel them off and toss the paper back in the pile.
Today, OCDgirl spent over an hour peeling labels off the paper and then sorting the paper by color.
At least she doesn’t talk while she’s doing it, but if she is in the office with TMAPitW, she will probably start. I will have to stuff her down the shredder if I have to listen to her sorting and talking “pink, blue, blue, yellow, pink…” And…after all the sorting, she put the light orange with the pink and the bright orange was seperate. Why the heck am I even noticing this?
I need to spend more time with normal people, but normal people are too smart to end up in the warehouse. Except me, of course!
You seem to have left out some details.
Does Good Christian know he’s being shunned?
Does he know why?
Is everyone participating? Or just the Flatlined clique?
How’s he taking it?
Nosy Dopers want to know!
I started to type that everyone dislikes GC, but that’s probably not so. There are some people in outlieing areas who don’t know him. When I started working there, the mailroom lady…who is the sweetest, kindest, nicest person in the world…warned me about him. She never says anything bad about anyone. There are a lot of stories I could tell about GC, but I’d probably get slammed, so I won’t.
This is the only one you get. GC didn’t like it when one of the taxpayers would park in HIS handicapped spot, forcing him to park right next to it. GC can walk the length of the warehouse, so walking one spot to the ramp… anyhow, GC looked up the laws and there is now a handicapped parking spot in the back of the warehouse. Someone parking there would have to go all the way to the front of the block long warehouse to get in. Needless to say, that spot has never been parked in.
Am I allowed to bitch about someone who works in my field, but not at my workplace? If so, I’d like to tell her to kindly fuck off. And have a nice day.
Hypothetically speaking, if such a shirt were to have an accompanying drawing, what should it be of? We’ve had rats in file storage boxes. We’ve had leaking roofs. We’ve had missing permits. We’ve had buck-passing.
Shoot. If we did the whole thing, it would be a tapestry, not a t-shirt.
Please do tell. I doubt you’d get slammed (remember, we never once said “You can’t pick on someone who’s Old ‘n’ Po’!”). But if some idiot does, we’ll all defend you.
And living_in_hell, what happened at that meeting?
I like to believe that The Secret will set me free. By posting that, she will leave me alone and go hide under a rock somewhere.
For a real gripe: in my workplace there are two “tracks” (for lack of a better phrase). They are separate but equal and need each other to function. Yesterday Track A held an all-staff meeting to which Track B and admin for both tracks we’re invited. While topics were raised that we’re relevant to both tracks, I would say 75% was directly related to A. My asshole coworker from B took the opportunity to piss and moan his same old shit. Even so much as he challenged our big boss. He sounded like an idiot and defiant and it was a completely inappropriate forum. A part of me was relieved that finally everyone got to see what I deal with every time I interact with him–and a part of me was jealous I couldn’t be the person who says “thank god I only had to deal with that shit for 10 minutes.” You’d think I’d be thrilled to watch him treat our boss with the same attitude he gives me. The reality was, I ended up pretty upset for the rest of the day. So much so, I didn’t start working until everyone left and I stayed until 9p, taking today off. I think There’s a lot of reasons I was upset–but probably because deep down I know despite his behavior, there will be no consequences. That sucks.
I’m going to miss the sweet, sweet silence and the lack of instant oatmeal.
