The very next time Clueless George decides to pull his shit on me, I’m going to turn, and with a very unhappy look on my face, say;
“I have to ask you something. This idea of making a statement, and then when the other person says something to indicate that they disagree with you, you simply repeat your statement word for word three…five…eight times… *Has that been a spectacularly successful debating tactic for you in the past? * Because all it does is annoy the fuck out of me and it really isn’t likely to make me suddenly agree with you.”
The Corporate Inspection Day has been discovered. Next Wednesday the inspector will be checking in and he will be doing The Inspection on Thursday. Which means the first two hours of my shift will be pure terror followed by an hour or so or being very sure I’m following the Script From On High (even though most people just drop their keys off at the desk, wave “bye!” and walk out the door) and then the rest of my shift I’ll spend reading the news or Cracked.com as all the managers are running around and housekeeping will suck worse than usual for getting rooms turned over before everyone and their second cousin comes to check in two hours early.
And the fact that it’s on a Thursday means that one manager, Squirrel AGM will have to do the food order for the week, a feat that usually takes two solid hours because he’s very meticulous. Also, it’s Squirrel AGM’s birthday that day.
As you can tell, there is much joy in the anticipation.
The first couple of times will probably take some explaining - after that, you should be able to use it as shorthand for when you need him to shut up and go away.
Where are the coyotes? Do you have a SG as well? If so, send your resume to my boss. My job will be open in November.
I actually buy into that. So, instead of sunscreen, I wear long sleeved shirts and long pants and a hat all year around. I’ve learned that its cooler as well. The fabric shields my skin from the direct sun and I get the swamp cooler effect because the cotton soaks my sweat up and the wind cools me.
I live in the middle of a hot and dry desert, so it might not work so well for people in other climates.
And this is why I wear headphones all the time. It doesn’t make Jane shut up, but it allows me to ignore her. When Jane complains that I had walked away when she was talking, I just say something about not hearing her.
I have a picture of a cat with its head tilted completely to one side, with the caption of “Seriously, dude, is there a name for what’s wrong with you?”, which I can email to you, if you want. Just point at the picture whenever you need to.
… I work for a small company (SC) which works for a branch of a Big Consulting Firm (BCF) which works for our final client.
Every month’s end, I have to send a report with my hours. It has to go to five people: one from SC, four from BCF. I send my bill to the same person from SC. SC are great payers: if they have the approved report and the bill by the last day of the month, that’s when they pay it; otherwise, on the 10th.
Apparently I shouldn’t send the report on the day when they ask for it, because one of the four people in BCF can’t be arsed look that far back in her inbox. She’s asking for it and reminding SC they won’t get paid until it’s received and approved, when it’s been received (and got approved) on the day when they ask for it.
Let’s see if this month I can remember to send it a couple of days later. We wouldn’t want Ms “You Must Send Things On Time” to get a tired middle finger from rolling the wheel on her mouse too much. And let’s see what else she comes up with, because last month she was a bitch about something else, and the previous one about another detail.
This is a sort of “temp to hire”: in a couple months more, I may be billing the customer directly. Even if they don’t pay as fast as SC, it will be nice simply to have Ms YMSTOT out of the line.
I think my temp assignment is going to end tomorrow. I learned today that the consultants working with my supervisor have been undermining him and screwing him over. These are the consultants that have talked about me going to work for them after my assignment is over. I’m trying to decide if I can work with people I don’t trust - I think I probably can, but only through a temp agency so there is a buffer between them and me.
What do you think? Would you work with people you probably can’t trust, knowing you can’t trust them?
Oh yeah, my supervisor said that he would love to keep me on - there’s a possibility that I might be called back in for a part-time gig there. I don’t suppose I can count on either of these possibilities, though.
I tend to expect that my minions, coworkers and bosses will toss me under the bus for any reason and without warning. This is why I love doing everything by email. When I talk to the head of facilities about the RatKing on the phone, I’ll email him with my version of the conversation and ask if I’ve got it right. I put the reply in the appropriate folder. When, as happened today, the boss’s boss yelled at me because she thought the rat problem had been fixed, I just forwarded her everything.
So, yes, I do work with people I don’t trust. They aren’t my friends, they don’t put my best interests over their agenda.
You are “just a temp” so you are the first one who will get tossed under the bus when things go wrong.
Oh yeah, I did. It was kind of a mess at the end - I had visited every place at least five times, and still had way too many non-responders, but I wasn’t about to spend the rest of my life knocking on their doors.
Good perspective on working with people you don’t trust, flatlined. If I know going in, I should be able to keep my ass firmly covered.
Well, I saw and talked with the people I don’t trust today - I’m not sure I can work with them. It feels very two-faced to be nice and joking around with people that I have been told have done some very questionable things.
Nope, no coyotes. There are some dogs around that we think belong to someone on the next block, but no coyotes. No SG either, none of my co-workers are quite that entertaining, even Snake Oil lady.
The RatKing’s minion was back again today. He seems to be able to outsmart the traps the service guy put out at the booth. Glue trap, snap trap, live trap, he just laughs at all of them. He finds the wires at the booth gate tasty.
