I’m all ears. 
One other reason - people sometimes bring food to share in from home, and it is not good - you dump your uneaten food in the bathroom garbage can so they don’t know who the food critic is.
There is that, too.
It’s cute that your German Shepherd “loves” to help you cook, coworker. Hairy lemon bars? Not so much. 
Diabetes is an awesome excuse why I cannot eat your mystery treats.
I appreciate the effort, but I’m in the middle of festival fun now. Runs through Saturday night. So far -knock wood- I don’t have to work Saturday.
Keep up the voodoo please. I haven’t heard anything yet from this agency guy who was so eager to get my resume. I will see him tomorrow though, so I’ll be cornering him for sure. He was so insistant when I saw him last week that I send my resume RIGHT AWAY that I was expecting results faster than this. He’s a good friend of my boyfriend’s, so it’s not like he’s disappearing, but still… don’t get my hopes up, man.
If it was me, I’d have meant to throw away the plate then go to the bathroom, but went into autopilot and ended up in the bathroom, holding the plate. Oops. At that point, I’m not going to save it to throw away somewhere else, I’m going to throw it away while I’m thinking about it.
One reason I might have had to leave the room to toss a plate is that I came from a pot luck in the conference room where the wastebaskets were already overflowing. The big bin in the lunch room was just a step out of the way to the bathroom, but I lost focus and now here I am, holding a plate that I’m not going to take into the stall with me.
Other than, because the publican will be cranky and because he may, in the hurry, forget to wash his hands?
good voodoo for Dr. G
So I finally got finally had an asshole try to proselytize me over the phone. It was an entirely normal call; I noted his account that he was traveling and gave him the upgrade he wanted. Then I asked him if there was anything else I could help him with. His response? “You sound like you’re a young man, after you die where do you think you’ll spend eternity?” :rolleyes: I fucking hate people like that. On the other hand it’s taken 9 months on this job to get one them. And I’m sure he does it for all customer service people unfortunate enough to deal with him in person. Probally trys to hand out those stupid pamphlets too.
Not a rant, just a “had to share”:
Call from my boss.
Nava: “Hey J, what’s up?”
J: “We just got a ticket from Tables, they’re getting some Inspections which start by 89…”
N: “Yeah, those are being created by their Quality Manager.”
J: “Say what? The ticket is from their Production Manager.”
N: “They’re the manual Inspections that their QM asked for, in order to be able to record it when they’re walking through Production and see that the Production guys have missed an elephant. It’s to justify having sent back to rework a bunch of stuff Production had OK’d.”
J: “Oh. Ooooh. It’s unusual tho, that the PM didn’t know about it.”
N: “No it’s not. Call me cynical, but in Tables, it’s normal.”
J: “True. OK, thank you! [in the background as he hung up:]It’s a case of not knowing what the heck they’re doing, Tables as usual…”
The bell is typically used by the staff to signify “last orders.” If you ring the bell you may be trampled in the stampede to get the beer in.
Or, you are celebrating some achievement, and by ringing the bell you are stating you will be buying a round of drinks for all present. You may end up bankrupt, but you have some new pub friends.
This may or may not apply if you are a bell ringer at the Black Bull which has its own peal of bells.
Yipe! Good to know.
BTW, I’ve read lotsa old mysteries set in Britain, and there seeme to be a lot of pubs closing at what seemed odd hours, for legal reasons. (I guess so the drinkers are still sober enough to stagger out the door safely.) Does that still go on?
Obligatory workplace gripe to keep it on topic. I did glass cleaning in a holiday camp bar one summer. The work sucked. will gripe about that later.
I am no expert in pub licensing, as I believe there are variations between england and Scotland. Odd opening and closing hours will relate to the license that the pub operated under. Wartime opening hours were regulated by the state to prevent drinking from affecting war work. And pubs near docks or markets were sometimes allowed 24hour opening hours to cater for workers on the early or night shift.
The wiki article is a good guide to the obscure world of teh UK pub.
Someone got the nifty idea of consolidating all of the State IT departments into one. Awesome! Savings! Efficiency!
What they ended up with is a a quarter of the IT people actually doing work, a bunch more management, architects, and directors, the gutting of any remaining benefits for working at the state, all of the people that actually knew the area have left, and they’ll end up with nothing but a bunch of project managers and 3rd party contractors, and lemmie tell ya, THAT’S worked well. /S
Dear Coworker - Our department has been using this POS work management software for almost two years now. You KNOW your approval is required to move projects to close.
Now, I’m not saying you’re not allowed to take a vacation away from the office. But, frankly, it was a dick move to NOT log the time on Outlook, NOT post a note on Communicator, NOT give us a verbal warning in staff meeting, or a written warning via email, or any of the things the other people with similar critical roles do so we can maybe give you our projects ahead of time. Most importantly, you did NOT assign a fucking delegate to route the work, which the software allows you to do.
Dear Manager- This is the second time this has happened this summer. When it happened six weeks ago (the same person!) and I “raised the issue,” you said you would “mention it” to his boss. I guess it didn’t take. You can be sure that when my customers ask me why their projects have been just sitting around with no progress for ten days, I’ll be sure to give them your number.
I don’t know if Jane or my clerk is going to get my job when I leave. I really don’t care. The problem is trying to train both of them. Jane has the attention span of a goldfish and screeches so loudly that people in the houses next to the warehouse can hear her, and John is so computer illerate that he can’t remember to use control V to paste things.
So, I start trying to teach them how to do things in mass. “OK, now that you have all the boxes in one folder…” Jane screeches about how the created dates are different, so how could the destroy dates be the same. I stop and explain about how different materials will have different retention schedules, John wants me to talk slower so he can take notes (that he never reads). “OK, now click on one of the boxes, right click…” Jane starts screeches that she has already tagged them all and now they went away when she clicked destroy. Stops to tell Jane how to fix that, but Jane has already clicked, clicked, clicked, so now I have to sit at her comp to find them because I am not going to go through that long process with her while John is writing everything down and not understanding a word I’m saying.
Finally, we get back on track…and I tell them to right click on one box, select tag all, right click again and look at the drop down to find locations. By this time, Jane has already gotten click happy yet again and set the locations to somewhere and emptied her folder because she wants to move on. John is still writing and asking me how to use the keyboard to copy and paste. Remembering <control> V is too hard for him to remember, so I told him to think “<control> view”. Now he is typing control view and for some reason that doesn’t work.
“Oh, my! Look at the time! I have to meet someone for lunch, we can continue this tomorrow.” Grabs my purse, runs out the door, gets in my car and goes to park under a tree and smoke as much pot as I can in an hour, while wondering if I can claim the weekly tube of Ozyum as a work expense on my taxes.
Leave your boss a note on the way out.
“You should either fire these two or kill them. Your choice. But you’re better off finding someone competent to do the job.”
That will only work if I don’t throw them off the loading dock first. One of the main reasons I work for the government is that I don’t have to worry about pee tests. I honestly would have killed SG if I couldn’t self medicate.
John doesn’t actually need to memorize the keyboard commands. Train him to look them up on the edit menu. Leave it up to him to figure out the keyboard commands himself.
I’ve had John for almost 5 years. Our work computers have Outlook. John has problems with the calendar and has to use a paper one. The man has a rolodex on his desk for crying out loud.
Telling him to look the commands up means he would have to remember how to find the edit menu and that’s not going to happen. The inventory program has a help button on the toolbar. John’s problem is that if he clicks that, it gives him a menu and he freezes up.
In his defense, if I give him a list of boxes to be moved, he uses the list, the boxes get moved and he does it right. If I give him a list that says go here and pick up these boxes, go there and drop off those boxes and pick up these files, then go over there and grab these other boxes, he does it very well.
I’m not going to try to train Jane and John together anymore. My mental health is important and pot is expensive.
Hey, self-medicating with The Dope is more effective than Dope, and it’s cheaper.