I just survived delivering mail door to door in 95 F heat for the last three days, averaging 11 hours a day, 3 in office doing prep, and 8 on the pavement hoofing the mail. Yes, the paychecks will be nice, but if one more person asks “Is it hot enough for ya?” I’m gonna jam their mail down their throat. The fact that it looks like I’ve been swimming in my uniform should answer the question!
Gee. Sorry I ordered the free bucket of pretzels. I was just thinking of the employees. It ain’t my fault you hired a bunch of idiotic jealous feudal lords.
Throw the fucking thing in the trash for all I care. And the free CD I also just scored. Really, just throw them out and I promise not to be nice anymore and get the free stuff anymore, since it is such a monumental issue.
Today, I spent 4 hours in a U-Store place with no power, in triple digit heat. I was wearing coveralls over my clothes, gloves and a dust mask while flinching while I touched every box because I was expecting the ratking to leap out and eat my face. When I was telling Bill about my day, he said that at least it was a dry heat.
The only reason Bill is still alive is because he’s in Nebraska and I didn’t have the energy to google hired killers.
Sort of. The company wants to be able to assure our clients (both the consumers and the smaller bank’s who’s cards we manage) that associates aren’t able to write down any financial info and remove it from the office. So paper (unless it’s laminated or in a plastic sleeve) and writing untensils (except for our dry erase boards) are verboten.
Coffee cups, framed photos, & assorted nick-nacks are fine. “At the desk” includes in the drawers. Every so often why have independent auditors conduct an audit. Which happened this week. As far as everyone knew (including our site VP) knew tissues didn’t count (though napkins & takeout menus) did. As it turns out the auditors were talking out of their asses, but for one day it was policy that if you needed a tissue while you were on the phone with a client you had to message a manager for one.
In other news I spend 5 minutes talking to a very nice, but senile old woman who kept wanting to speak to another representative because I didn’t show up at her party and wouldn’t tell her why. I don’t even know if it was her account I was looking at since she wouldn’t tell be her name (the ph# matched though). Oddly she still seemed to understand she was talking to her bank. I’ve no idea what she was calling in about either.
Question: would if be okay for you to accept cold drinks from homeowners? Okay, I can guess beer would be problematic, but a coke? Or a glass of ice tea or something? Or is that against the rules or would screw up your timing or something?
Y’know, I was listening to Roger Corman on the radio the other day; he was plugging his new film on Syfy, Piranhaconda. He said the name of the movie came first, while they were deciding how to follow up on the success of Sharktopus, and with that kind of a name, he just HAD to make it.
The point is, he’s looking for a new project now, and you should totally contact him, point him at this thread, and sell him the rights to RATKING!
Actually, while reading it I was mentally picturing how my grandboss would have handled it and totally followed right along. In fact, we’ve had eerily similar situations here.
He’s gratefully accepted bottles of water or Gatorade before. A glass of something would probably have to be consumed on the spot, as he has his left arm full of mail and his right hand needs to be free to pick through that mail and put it in the mailbox. But I expect quite a few letter carriers would gladly chug a glass of something cold if that’s what you had!
Their trucks don’t have AC and have to have the windows closed when not attended (not even a crack is allowed), so even if he brings a small cooler with ice and drinks, that tends to warm up quickly, or he finishes off his supply.
So, I have IBS. That means I poop a lot. It used to drive me crazy that every time I needed to go (and it is stinky and noisy and unpleasant) that there seemed to ALWAYS be someone else in the bathroom. There are 6 women who use this bathroom. I figured it just felt like there was always someone in there since I was in there so much.
I have gotten treatment (yeah!) and now only go once a day at around 11:00 am. Goddamn it if there still isn’t someone in there when I need to go. Half the time there are two of them just standing there talking. BWAH!
And yes, he does have that many customers who are that dumb.)