This is really mundane, but it drives me crazy that the cleaning crew empties my garbage bin and then puts it in a different spot under my desk every.time. Every morning I come in and move my garbage can back to where it belongs. WHY can’t they just put it back properly?
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Originally Posted by flatlined
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This is why you don’t work for the government. You are the sort of person who won’t smile at someone while knifing them in the back. This is also why I won’t ever rise higher in the food chain. I don’t do that well either.<snip>
No, I’m really not. If that’s how the game is played, I’ll just sit it out.
Is that really the perception of working for the gov? I am not surprised, though I’ve never heard it mentioned out loud. I thought the perception of govt workers was only that they are lazy and miserable.
On one of the forms that another, less useful team uses, end users need to fill in two fields.
Or the request will be cancelled and they have to start over.
Now if you go through us (which you can’t always do), we don’t bother to ask. We fill that information in ourselves. There’s no reason the average user needs to know that shit. On their form, they don’t bother to autofill it or fill it in themselves, they just fucking cancel your request. :rolleyes:
I said something about this today, advising that they auto-populate the form. I was told “we expect our users to read”. Ok, so I looked at the very visible quick guides to the form. The information is not in them. So where is it at? In the long manual, the link to which is buried elsewhere on the web page.
Fucking useful. You people must really hate your jobs to be so bloody non-helpful.
Note to self: If you offer 6 am as a potential start time for a meeting, sooner or later someone will accept. :smack: Dammit.
Next time try 3am. 
Now I’m afraid to try!
I did have a boss at my last job who’d have taken me up on that, probably, as he’d get us all in an hour early regularly for a meeting and talk about how many miles he’d run that day already and he’s up by 4 am and blah blah blah why aren’t we happy and eager to be there? Ugh.
When I worked Security at the small University, rather than come in at 7am or even 8am and only make them stay an hour late, the jackass management people forced the 11pm to 7am people to come in at 5pm to have a meeting about issues on their shift.
And then told them to shut up when they actually wanted to talk about issues rather then just be lectured on “getting along”. (Three people, one refusing to do any work, management letting him get away with it because “he might sue” (for racism) :rolleyes: Even though one of the guys doing the work was black, and from Africa to boot. He’s the guy who put the flag up in the morning too because the one lazy jackass refused to do it on the grounds that “America is racist!”)
That’d be like a regular day shift boss forcing you to come in at 2am because that’s when he happens to be up - just so he can yell at you.
It actually bothers me that my niece is getting her Masters from that school because I have so little respect for the Administration.
You must work with Jane! She can’t be bothered to turn her chair around to ask WHAT’S THE WEATHER LIKE?!? when someone comes in. We have big windows on the other side of the room. I’m really trying to remember to yell back at her…and then if she gets offended say something like I thought her hearing was bad because she yells all the time. starts frothing at the mouth just thinking about it
I can answer this one because I was a janitor for a while. We are in too much of a hurry to pay attention to where your bin was. My suggestion is that you pull it out from under your desk and put it somewhere easy for them to grab…they will put it back in the same spot then and you can put it where you want it. I promise, they will like you for doing this.
That’s not the perception, its the reality. The only way to move up is for the person above you to move up or leave. In my experience, that is. This is coming from someone who was 4 years in the military, and has had 3 government jobs since then. Maybe I’m jaded, or just realistic. I’m hoping to get another government job in Houston. If I roll things over, I can retire when Bill does.
It’s entirely possible that I do. There’s a Jane in my department. and yesterday she asked no fewer than 17 times (I know because I ACTUALLY COUNTED) if it was “still raining.” Five times she asked the question WHILE SHE WAS STANDING NEXT TO THE WINDOW.
Look, I understand that some people take the bus and have to walk 1/2 mile to the bus stop. The weather can be an inconvenience to those people. Jane is not one of them. She always parks her giant SUV across two parking spaces in the covered parking garage, which is MAYBE 25 yards from the door. She is always talking about how she keeps an umbrella at her desk, another in her car, and yet another in her handbag, “just in case.” She is personally keeping the travel umbrella industry in the black. There is NO DAMNED REASON why she needs to be so worried about the weather conditions. There is CERTAINLY no reason why she needs to ask if it is “still raining” SEVENTEEN FRAKKING TIMES.
Possibly she is worried that if she gets wet, she will start melting. It’s happened before, to similar people: http://movieclips.com/icda-the-wizard-of-oz-movie-im-melting/
Well, today’s my last day of employment – my retirement officially starts at 5 PM today.
Yaaayyy!
STOP HAMMERING ON YOUR KEYBOARD, MOTHERFUCKER!!! :mad:
Congratulations!
Good for you. Enjoy your retirement.
Yaaaay indeed! So, we’ll be seeing a lot more of you around here? 
But not in the WORKPLACE griping thread. 
I’ll be watching for the “Pit Your Previous Workplace” thread.
Agrees with the others, Congratulations! I hope you enjoy your days doing what you want
Now goes green with envy.
“Is it still raining?”
“No”
“It sure looks like it is”
“It’s an illusion”
“Is it still raining?”
“no”
“it sure looks like it is”
“If you can see that it’s raining, why do you need to ask?”
“Is it still raining?”
“No, another department is up on the roof taking a collective piss”
“Is it still raining?”
“No, but water is falling from the sky. How very odd.”
Well, we got the rug pulled out from under us Thursday. Our parent company has decided they are selling us off. They let us know in the beginning, at least. We could have 6-18 months left.
Damn. I finally find a job I love and think I’m going to retire from, and this happens. With my skillset, I have a good chance of staying with the company, but I’d have to move to do so. We could be bought out and left alone; we could be bought out and ripped to shreds, or we could not be bought and simply close.
The cross-town competitor, who used to own our business before it was sold to our current company, sent our boss a black wreath. Way to stay classy, jackass.