Just popping in to say that if I ever win enough money in a lottery to buy a company, I’ll just keep the cash and live on that for the rest of my life.
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I will now confess that I take some evil joy when I arrive at the ground floor of a TWO story building and make people get back off the elevator so I can wheel my boxes out. Why the heck would anyone be surprised that if I’m in an elevator that only goes from 1 level to the other that I don’t want to ride it again.
Or spend a little more when constructing the building, and have an elevator that has doors on TWO opposite sides. On most floors it works normally, with only the front set of doors opening. But on the main floor, the back set of doors opens, to let people out the back way. Then a few seconds later, the front ones open and people can get on from that side.
It actually saves quite a bit of time, since it ends up taking less time for an elevator stop on that main, very busy floor.
I carry the after-hours/weekend support phone 95% of the time, and usually there’s nothing more complicated than someone locking themselves out of the application.
Yesterday morning, though, we had an outage. Something happened with one of the servers (no one has told me what, yet) and login was impossible for any client attached to that server.
It’s an electronic medical records system, and there are providers who see patients on Saturday, including our two largest clients.
It took me 45 fucking minutes to reach someone in our Development department, and when I did, I was actually trying to get an additional phone number since I didn’t know the person I called had remote access to the servers. Thankfully, he rebooted the server, which resolved the problem.
I know it’s early on Saturday, it’s not like I fucking chose to be up, either, but when your phone rings every five minutes, wake up and goddamn answer it! Or answer the text I sent. Or the email. Or SOMETHING!!!
If the support team isn’t going to have access to the servers (and I don’t want it), then by all that’s holy a plan better fucking appear to take care of this sort of thing in the future. It was MY ass on the line, getting yelled at and being asked when it’s going to be fixed, not yours.
I sent an extensive email after service was restored with my suggestions for an outage plan, but this was totally unacceptable.
And people wonder why I get pissed about not getting a raise in 4.5 years…
I never have that problem when I am in my electric scooter. I just start backing out of the elevator. Funny how quickly people get out of the way when the alternative is getting run over.
A few months ago I brought an issue with one of the cashiers to the boss. Boss rather rudely said this issue wasn’t my problem. So I forgot about it. Today boss is pissed at me because I couldn’t remember the exact date that this issue came up. Jesus Harold Christ you asshole make up your mind!
I think boss is going to fire this cashier tomorrow. Boss made me call the guy and tell him to come to the office. I just hope I don’t have to sit in on this meeting.
I don’t know how this company stays in business. You can’t treat people the way this asshole does and expect people to want to work with you. I’d quit but I can’t be without a paycheck and jobs around here are few and far between.
Well, you may have answered your own question right there.
I swore I’d drop this, but my co-worker insists on loudly sharing and if I keep biting my tongue there’s gonna be blood.
A sane co-worker’s been on vacation. Got back in the middle of last week and casually asked what everyone did for Father’s Day. The Great Prespender happily replies, “I gave my dad a card.” 'Cause she’s so broke she just can’t afford anything else. Ten minutes later she calls her dad to say she’s buying an air conditioner on payday, can he help set it up?
Today it gets even better:
She mentions her alumni license plate. “It costs an extra $40, but $15 of it goes to the school, so I’m just being a good alumni!” Uhm, okay.
A little later it somehow comes up that in six months she’s bought five pairs of shoes, not counting the four pairs of flip-flops she bought this weekend. She’s proud of this.
Five minutes later she declares boyfriend doesn’t save enough money. So she’s teaching him how to be more frugal. For example, if they didn’t eat out so much they could save more. (True, but she’s been saying this for months and somehow keeps going to restaurants 3+ nights a week.)
She uses herself as an example of financial discipline. “I went shopping this weekend and only spent $20 at store X. Then I went to store Y and paid $50 towards my credit card. <beat> Then I put another $30 on it, but the pants were so cute!” Oh, and she went out to lunch and spent another $20.
Getting financial counseling from her would be like having Charlie Sheen as your AA sponsor.
Lady, don’t complain that the parcel you expected tomorrow via Fedex came today via USPS. Ok, you may have made plans to be around all day tomorrow to sign for the package, but take it up with the company you ordered from, not me. Hell, you got it a day early. I hope this doesn’t disrupt the time continuum for you.
Oh, and No, you don’t have to sign for it.
My boss hasn’t been speaking to me for two days because I had the nerve to add a title slide to a powerpoint-based lesson plan project he updated. He is convinced that because I added the slide, even though all the information on the slides is the same, that I used an old/outdated version and that he’s going to have to spend SO MUCH TIME to make sure it’s right. DAYS. DAYS OF TIME to make sure I did not secretly switch the files. Do I have any idea how much extra work this is going to add for him? Do I?! He is basically going to have to redo the whole thing!!!
It pissed him off even more that I wasn’t buying into his panic and worrying. “I’ll delete the title slide” is all the response I’m going to give him.
I’m not even going to get into stupidity of using powerpoint as a word processor (he puts the pages of notes for the lessons under the slides).
This isn’t a workplace gripe so much as a workplace mystery. Every time I go to the bathroom, something odd is going on with the TP. Either an empty roll is squished in some crack in the stall or there’s a new roll sitting on top of the TP holder or the holder itself is disassembled and spread throughout the stall. Who’s doing this and why?!
An Engineer with bowel problems?
Ooo, workplace bathroom mysteries:
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[li]A prayer book has appeared. Who reads prayer books on the crapper?[/li][li]Why does the floor seem to get dirtier every time it’s cleaned?[/li][li]Who wrote a partial part number upside down and angled on the back of one of the stall doors?[/li][li]Why did someone stuff the old, broken soap dispensers into the new soap dispenser boxes, then leave said boxes on a shelf in the bathroom?[/li][li]A massive gray streak (sort of like you see on heavily used white china) has appeared in the toilet bowl in the first stall. Who was cleaning this toilet so aggressively, and why?[/li][/ul]
Well, my temp job is over. This has been true for the 15 plus years I’ve been a temp - the only companies that want to keep me on permanently are the ones I don’t want to work for. I wanted to stay at this company - I liked the duties, I liked the people, I liked the location, but the parent company wouldn’t pay the temp agency and didn’t see the need to keep me (even though they need to hire an administrative person), so I’m out. Back to looking again. Sigh.
Haven’t you ever prayed for toilet paper to appear when the stall is out? Your prayers have been answered!
Dr. G, my only advice is to start looking for a new job now. Your sanity is important.
I can only spend a couple of hours a day at the RatKing’s lair. Its just gets too hot when its after 11, so I clock in, jump in the van, stop to fill up the ice chest and drive 45 minutes to get there. Boss’s Boss just cannot understand why I haven’t moved all those boxes yet because it only took 10 days to fill the Ustore place.
Its not moving them that is taking the time, its reboxing them, you silly bint. Not to mention that I moved them there during the winter and I had a LOT more help back then.
November is sooooo far away 
Perhaps it’s being put to a more appropriate use.
Does it have some pages missing? Are there more pages missing each day?
This sounds like a treatment for a multi-episode arc of a sitcom that I would probably watch the shit out of. (No pun intended.) I believe this show could be called “Lav Rats” (or “Shit-House Rats” if it’s on HBO.)
The floor mystery’s probably easy to explain, rockle. The bathroom’s the last place cleaned and whoever’s stuck doing it doesn’t feel like replacing the dirty mop water with clean water.
Yes – but it’s like Lost. That’s one of the mysteries they’ll actually solve over the 5-season run. The rest will just generate more questions.