That’s due to our quote/billing system…typically, extra parts are ordered for destructive testing. Since the customer will never receive these parts, they aren’t billed for them directly (the cost is usually covered by a testing fee). In this case, I don’t think the customer was even charged for the extras…if we don’t use them, they will go to our inventory.
Yikes! That’s more than a little bit disturbing.
Crud. I gave notice at my job last week. Or rather I quit and they asked me to stay for 6 weeks of transitioning to…whatever they’re planning to do without me.
What’s weird is that one of my work friends, who I have been close to for years while we’ve both worked here, has simply stopped speaking to me. She walks past my desk and doesn’t even glance in my direction much less say hello. I’m really going to miss her.
Superbummer.
There’s two other people in my department at work. Today the boss took both of them to lunch and left me in the office by myself. I thought it had gotten kind of quiet in the office, I look around and they’re both gone. Didn’t even tell me they were leaving. All three come back two hours later. Thanks guys, not that I had anything better to do than answer the phone all afternoon.
Ouch! That really sucks, Dr. Girlfriend. 
You know, if you ask for and get permission to access Database A, bitterly complaining that you cannot access Database B and demanding that we skip all of the steps to get permission from that database’s owner because you already went through the steps for the completely different database owned by someone else probably isn’t going to fly.
We seem to get the first part about once a week. “I asked for permission to access A_B_CDEF and for some reason, my query isn’t working! What gives?” Um, the query you’re running attempts to access HIK_L_MNOP, which is NOT A_B_CDEF.
But this is a new one. Anger at us for HIS error and demands that we skip getting permissions from completely different people.
How about…
NO
This would sound like a stealth brag, but it’s not: I got a new car yesterday! Yay!
So I called the parking services office to tell them I have a new car so they wouldn’t tow it, and ask about what to do about the electronic adhesive doohickey on my windshield that makes the arm go up on the gate to the parking garage. They said I should try to peel it off and see if it will stick to the windshield in my new car, because they don’t currently have any more.
So my husband got a razor blade and scraped it off, and we tried to stick it to my new windshield, where it keeps falling off, and this morning I tried to go through the gate but it didn’t work. So I had to back up and swipe my badge through the badge-swipey thing, and that didn’t work.
So I had to push the button and explain it to the person who sounded like yh dxkln;vlnv;rrn;o at the drive-through at a fast-food restaurant and had to give my name and employee ID number, and she said “OK, go ahead.” But the gate didn’t go up and I waited almost a whole minute (which is a long time when you have ten cars behind you driven by people who are going to be late for work!) and pushed the button again and then it went up. Am I going to have to do this every damn day?
Is it currently attached? What I do with my FastPass transponder is I keep it on my dashboard and then manually put it in the right place temporarily with my right hand when I go through a tollbooth.
Yes, that’s what I did do. I held it up to the windshield, with the residual adhesive holding it in place for as long as it should have taken to get me through the gate. But the internal wire probably got bent in the removal. The parking lady sounded kind of dubious about it working after it had been transferred, but said “keep calling us periodically” to see if they’d gotten more in. In the meantime, I guess I fold my arms and nod like Jeannie.
Wow. Just holy mother of clueless jesus jones christ on a whole wheat cracker.
“Please remove access to database A from my ID”
We go through the steps and do it.
Person had every opportunity to actually read the emails that he was included on.
Today he was screaming to high heaven about how we did this without his authorization and he’s escalating this problem with our department to higher management.
I liked the response from one of the management people in the chain. “Unless I’m missing something, it looks like we handled this properly”
Unfortunately, I wasn’t handling the mailbox today, or my response would have stated that we expect our users requests to be accurate and we don’t believe that we should need to verify each of them with the requestor before completing them. That he was, in fact, copied on the subsequent emails and if it turns out that he made an error in the request, that was the time for him to correct it.
The electronic gizmo didn’t work this morning, but they key card swipe did. So that’s something.
Fuck you, bitch! I’ve put up with your shit so far because it’s so petty. Want to announce team accomplishments like you did it single-handedly? Supervisor knows it’s b.s. Wield your non-existent power like Dwight Shrute? We snicker at you.
Now it’s too much. Today someone noticed the papers in my done pile and casually said, “Geez, Tess, you’re a speed demon!”
Bitch, immediately jumped in and announced, “Weeelll, it’s because she has a fast machine!”
Really? An minor compliment that had nothing to do with her and she trips over herself to piss over it. She has the exact same ‘fast machine’ and does about 1/3 of the work I do.
Monday that fast machine is being worked by a slow operator. Normally I can scan about 9,000+ pages. Between multiple tea and bathroom breaks and my sudden need to file each packet individually I can easily whittle that down to 3,000.
I’ve already told awesome co-worker not to help me with anything.
Bitch doesn’t want to credit me for work getting done, she can’t blame me for work not getting done.
My latest contract job has me working at home. I may have to kill my officemate - my HUSBAND!!! He is making me crazy. He does not understand that when I am on a conference call, he shouldn’t be chasing the damn dog around playing “who has the freakin squeaky toy” and making him BARK! It isn’t FUNNY! And you know what? I get overtime because I WORK it - yep - was on line working till about twenty minutes ago (making this a 10 hour day) and he decides that a nice passive aggressive way to get back at me is to leave DIRTY DISHES ON THE DAMN COUNTER DIRECTLY ABOVE THE DISWASHER! AND BITCH CAUSE I WON’T ENTERTAIN HIM! He’s 54 years old - when did I have to become Chucky Fucking Cheese and entertain his ass? He has beer and Jager - entertain your own damn self!
I’m about ready to start going back to the office. If they weren’t phasing out all of our real estate, I would. I don’t even have a desk anymore I don’t think.
I wish the flake who’s house HE is working at (he works for himself - construction) would make up her damn mind what she’s going to do with the rest of the bathroom remodel he’s doing so he couldl GO BACK TO WORK! We do not co-exist real well right now. GOD!!! I should NOT want a drink by 11:00 AM!!! And if I have to watch one more minute of news on TV or have him read one more headline from the paper to me - I swear I’m gonna break.
Sorry. Time for ME to get a shot of Jager. Thank God he went upstairs. And thanks for reading all this. If you did. Appreciate it. If you didn’t, I don’t really give a shit. I’m gettin a shot.
Missy2U, I understand your pain. Family members drop in, without notice, just to chat. My mom did that last week, while I was responsible for phone coverage (9 coworkers, we average 40-50 calls/day). I can’t chat, Ma, I’m working. No, you’re sitting on the couch.
With my freaking laptop and headset, hel-lo! Now that TheKid is out of school, I know there will be issues being home all day and her wanting “her space”. Luckily, we have places to sit in office so I can get away from the family.
THANK GOD someone understands!! 
When I am working at home - I am still WORKING! No one seems to GET that! I don’t have to spend the gas/run up the miles on the van/other nonsense involved with commuting but that does NOT mean that I am available for errands at any time, socializing, gossiping, talking on my cell phone about nonsense or taking you on a damn BEER RUN!!! (Sorry - directed at my husband. Don’t even get me started on what I want to say to the dog!)
Dog and husband are gonna find out pretty soon what SILENCE - NOW! means. Know what? I am looking forward to schoolin the two idiots! 
Guess who’s gonna have a GOOD week next week?
I lock myself in my sewing room when I work from home and still get knocks on the door.
‘Mooom I need -insert something here-’
Or it’s my mom trying to feed me or needs something.
I’ll come out when I’m ready! Go away!
Love it when the boss’s procrastination becomes my problem. This is my first festival/baseball season with my new job, it may be my last if this shit keeps up.
Back in April, one of my summer help kids asked if they were gonna get new T-shirts because his was looking kind of ragged. I said I’d check. I send an email to the boss asking if we were gonna order shirts. No response.
Fast forward a few weeks, and another kid asks the boss about shirts. Boss said he’d send me the ordering information. I again email boss reminding him about the shirts, again no response.
Yesterday… boss goes into a meltdown over the shirts. “OMG FESTIVAL SEASON STARTS WEDNESDAY AND WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE SHIRTS!!1!!1 WE HAVE NO SHIRTS!!! ORDER THE DAMN SHIRTS TODAY!!1!!!” :smack:
So I spent half the morning on the phone trying to find a vendor who can get us shirts by Wednesday. I finally got the ordering information from the office manager, not the boss. Boss claimed to have no knowledge of me asking about the shirts until I found the emails I sent.
They so don’t pay me enough for this…
This is why I love email. Love it, love it, love it.
You have my sympathy. May I suggest that you set up project folders and put your sent emails there? Its easier than digging around in your sent folder.
This.
Then lock your PC any time you step away from it for even a minute so someone doesn’t come by, root around and delete incriminating shit.
That’s not a bad idea. I learned real fast that I need to put everything in an email if it involves the boss. I’ve heard that the boss logs into everyone’s email account on weekends and reads all of our messages. I have no proof of this, just what I’ve been told. If that’s the case then how come he didn’t see the emails about the shirts?