Your spineless manager is probably hoping that things just go away. Continue your strike. Your coworkers are just lazy.
Those rolling staircases aren’t that hard to move. It takes a long time to do it, so if someone is getting paid by the box instead of by the hour, I could see not wanting to take the time.
Now…I don’t like climbing them in the afternoon because its so hot up there. I have the freedom to wait and pull those files the next morning, so I do just that.
Jane, who has fallen off one of those ladders, and has the sling and bruises and accident report to prove it. And who also has to discuss every single thing she is doing very loudly, was heard by me and boss, to tell someone that the big ladder moves when someone is on it.
After my boss questioned her about this, we learned that she didn’t use the safety stops before climbing 10 feet up and over-reaching for a box about a quarter of her weight. She was in too much of a hurry to show what a fast worker she is.
I think she’s out of the running for my job. My first pick has always been my OCD clerk, but she’s only part time and isn’t in the race. I don’t want John to fail, but he will. John is great at his job. John won’t be great at my job, because of his lack of computer skills. John can be trained, but it would take at least 3 years, and I’m leaving in November.
Oddly enough, while I’m totally OCD about my warehouse and boxes…I’m not worried at all about what will happen when I’m gone. I don’t care about the Risk Management meeting in January, where TPTB will go over every incident report in detail. I don’t care who will have my job except for the training part. I think I’ll throw myself off the loading dock if I have to train John.
You are so smart! At this time of the year, any excuse to jump into the fountain is a good one.
So…the warehouse roof is getting insulation. This is a good thing, right? Its much more comfortable to be on the rolling staircase in the insulated areas.
The problem is that the fiberglass is floating around everywhere. On our skin, in our lungs. This has been going on for 6 weeks and it looks like it will be another 6-8 weeks before its over. There wasn’t a completion date because they gave us such a smoking deal. Another example of buying from the lowest bidder…
The fiberglass is a bother for me, but not nearly as much of a problem as the cottonwood trees in full bloom. OCD girl is not doing well. She says she is itchy and having problems breathing. I believe her. Everyone reacts differently to stuff like that.
There were lots of meetings over this. The result is that OCD girl will need to wear full protective garb while at work, or get moved to work in a different area (with people she doesn’t know and different routines) until this neverending project is over.
OK, yes, I am leaving in November…and yes, I do pick my battles…but this one is big. OCD girl is just a clerk, I get that. OCD girl wears mid-calf length skirts that are approved by Risk Management. OCD girl should NOT have to don protective garb just to come to work on a clerk’s wage.
If my boss thought he could get away with it we would have no internet access or email at all. Computers are evil and make people lazy and all that. I’m only allowed to access a short list of approved websites that directly relate to the job. Facebook is not one of them.
Boss is completely clueless as to how Facebook works, but he’s on there and somehow apparently has friends. He must be friends with at least one of the summer kids, because yesterday he was furious with me for not seeing what one of the kids posted on Facebook. I’m not friends with any of the kids, nor do I want to be, but the boss thinks that everyone can see everything that’s posted on there. I guess this kid is leaving for the military Monday and hasn’t turned his supplies back in. Somehow I was supposed to know this and call the kid demanding his stuff back.
The boss is freaking out about not getting this kid’s stuff back before he leaves. I’m more annoyed at having to replace him on the schedule with no notice. He was signed up to work through the end of baseball season.
I got a nasty email about how I’m not keeping track of the kids well enough. I have close to 40 cashiers to manage, and so far he’s the only one to slip through. It was so tempting to reply with “Fuck off, asshole, you don’t like how I’m doing this you try it” and walk out.
I’m sure my days there are numbered, one way or another. One of these days I’m not going to be able to stifle my knee-jerk reaction to his assholishness. (is that a word?) Unemployment, even in this economy, is starting to not look so bad.
My boss has a presentation he wants videotaped. He asks me today to find someone to do it. He wants the taping done Monday or Tuesday because he’ll be out of town after that. :smack:
I pointed out the likelihood. His reply ‘but it’s a weekday.’ Buh? ‘So they’ll be free because they won’t be doing any weddings.’ … okay. I’ll see what I can do, boss.
She was stomping around bitching and angry today in front of students because I have a crush on our co-worker. Our co-worker is also female.
wtf?
Her desk is across the room from mine and she was chewing with her mouth open all damned day. I am having a hard time talking to her because she’s always eating!
Have I mentioned she takes off her shoes and has ugly feet? I stepped out of heels today for a short bit but at least I got a pedicure.
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Once I invited her to synagogue with me because it was Yom Kippur and she kicked off her sandals in front of the freaking rabbi’s wife during service!! Then she sat on one of her legs! I was mortified! I think she was a hairy old man in a past life.
Why is it that the ladies who love to wear open, strappy sandals have the worst looking feet? Some are so dry and callused that they’re almost square-shaped. After seeing that, I come home and moisturize the hell out of my feet. (Not to mention that most of them don’t hesitate to buy a half-size under what they need, resulting in toes overlapping the ends of the shoes…)
I forgot to charge my cell last night. Oh, boo hoo, first world problem, right?
WRONG!!!
The solution to OCD girl’s problems with the insulation in the warehouse is to keep her out of the warehouse, so she gets to come with me to rebox files and rescue them from the RatKing. That’s work that needs to be done, and she seems to be OK with it.
The reason I need my cell is so I can just play with it instead of watching her check every single lock every time she walks out a door. She checks the locks even when she knows she didn’t open them. (I have given her the keys, so she opens the doors. She doesn’t forget which doors she opened, she just has to check them all.)
She has to wipe down every touchable surface on the van when we go out to load up. Her cleaning routine after we are loaded and ready to head back makes me wonder why she still has skin.
OCD girl knows she has issues and always apologizes for the delays. My solution to my problem with this has been to just plop myself in the passenger seat and play with my phone until she is done.
Today, I couldn’t do that because I forgot to charge my phone. I ordered a car charger tonight, it should be here on Monday. I can’t do without a phone again, I was ready to grab OCD girl and just toss her in the germy van by 11 am.
Had WTF moment #763 today. The boss usually comes around to each office with a trash bag for us to empty our trash cans into. I thought maybe it was one nice thing he did to save us some time. No. He goes through the trash every night to make sure we’re not hiding any mistakes from him.
An invoice came back in the mail today with an incorrect address label. People move, it happens. We got the correct address, put the invoice in a new envelope, and sent it on its’ way. Office manager wadded up the incorrect envelope and put it in her pocket. She said she’d throw it out at home. I gave her a look and she explained that the boss would get pissed if he saw it in the trash. She said he’d demand to know why we’re wasting postage.
Dude, really? You’re losing accounts left and right because you treat people like crap and you’re worried about returned mail? Treat the customers like human beings and then the .45 in postage won’t be such a problem. :smack:
And why can women wear sandals any day of the week, along with capri pants & skirts while I can only wear shorts and/or sandals to work on Fridays during the summer. Well technically I could wear a kilt, but that still doesn’t explain why they can wear capris the rest of the week and while the men are stuck with long pants on non-Fridays.
Also I’d like to pit clients who can’t remember their own names! Mostly it’s women. Keeping your maiden name professionally and using your married name socially is fine, but please try to keep them straight. When Jane Smith gives us an account number listing Jane Doe as the cardholder that’s a problem. I can’t talk about the account at all with Mrs Smith or tell her who is on the account. Then of course Mrs Smith tends to do one of 2 things; either get pissy & start bitching about of course this is her account, ranting about our customer service, etc, or she says "Oh, it’s under my maiden name, Doe.
I have to respond the same way in both cases; put the caller on hold while a fraud specialist on the line to ask them twice as many security questions as normal, which may involve pulling obscure information from public records that has nothing to do with any of their bank accounts (like “When was you house built?” or “What is [person who may be related to you, but was never on any of your accounts] date of birth?” or “When did you get your first driver’s licence”). Some people get really freaked out the public record questions.
So after about five minutes, plus hold time if Fraud’s backed up, and assuming the caller answered all the questions right and didn’t just get pissed and hang up I can finally answer her question, yes we did get your payment last or you’re balance is X. Then listen to them complain about what a hassle this is while desperatly trying to fight the urge to ask how hard is it to remember your own name.
It works with first names too. If Mary Jane Doe goes by M. Jane Doe and introduces herself as Jane Doe that’s fine, but if Mary J. Doe introduced herself as Mary Doe that’s a problem. Oh, and then there’s women who insist on calling themselves “Mrs (John) Smith” and refuse to give out their first names (despite said names being on their credit cards :smack:). Usually these are older women. Younger women don’t do this unless they’re trying to get into an account their husbant didn’t list them on.
Which brings me to my next rant. If you’re the person who handles all the household finance and pays the bills either get your damn spouse/partner/parent/child/employer/etc to actually add you their account or just don’t bother calling in about the account for any reason (except to report their death). We can’t talk to about the account means we can’t talk to you about the account. No I can’t just tell you if that check cleared, or if the account’s still active, or who is listed on the account. Technically I can’t even confirm or deny the account exists. And I can’t tell you this, but hanging up and hoping you get the automated system doesn’t really work. As soon as you hang up I have to flag account so the next time anybody calls in about it it goes straight to the fraud department so they can ask twice as many questions as I do before giving out the same information.
Based on your descriptions, it sounds as if he has no idea what a human being is. Then again, that usually happens to those people who can’t look in the mirror and see one.
So I quit my job a while back because it sucked, but they asked me to come back in for a bit to “help meet a deadline”. Ok, I’m back, and I think maybe no one has done any work at all since I left. Cleaning up the mess is going to be a real treat.
Also every single person who knows what they’re doing gave notice after I left, so even if I do clean it up they’re just going to screw it up again.
I need a letter from HR. I ask for a letter from HR. The first time round, it has my name wrong. I ask again. The second time round, it’s not signed. Argh! I need this bloody letter to reapply for a residence permit, and this is seriously delaying me. And of course it takes 3 days to process each time, because the HR department is in a different city and the letter has to be mailed to me.
And this is the HR department that asked me if I wanted them to handle the entire application. NO FREAKING WAY, because you are clearly a bunch of incompetent morons! Gah!!!
This is the point at which people farther up their food chain (and yours) should be included on the email request.
Write it very politely, but point out that it has been done improperly twice and you need to be sure that it is completed properly because it is mission critical. Before sending it, talk to your manager and see if s/he’s cool with CC’ing their boss on it as well. If you’ve been dealing with one person in HR, most assuredly it’s time to CC that person’s manager on the request.
Politely saying “You’ve fucked this up twice and I need it done properly this time (and did you notice that your boss and other management people are being CC’d NOW?)” tends to get better results.
look and she explained that the boss would get pissed if he saw it in the trash. She said he’d demand to know why we’re wasting postage.