This year, one of our vendors promised that a small cake would be delivered to each office lady on her birthday. I had seen several cakes delivered on other birthdays, and went to work on my birthday expecting cake…but it never arrived. I forgot that one can’t be an engineer and a lady at the same time. 
I thought that everyone knew the cake was a lie.
Our work has just been through a head count reduction and we’ve got people leaving left, right and centre. Every day there is another email asking for donations towards leaving gifts. The company contributes nothing.
Wish me luck, I have an interview Friday!
You know it’s bad when your supervisor tells you she wouldn’t blame you if you walked out and never looked back. The office manager today heard the boss yelling at me over something incredibly stupid.
In a nutshell the boss had given me two different options for getting something done, and apparently I picked the wrong option. Don’t give me an option if there’s only one way you want something done then.
Office manager said she doesn’t know why I put up with it. I’m praying this interview goes well.
Good luck Dr. G!
Good luck Dr G!
My work has been frustrating lately. Today there was some shit stirring with other groups because they just won’t provide what we need. Not without a bunch of chivvying along and pats on the head and basically we’re trying to cut that shit out. Do your fucking job, give us what we need which is part of your job, and we won’t have an issue. Especially since your not giving it to me is affecting MY job!
So some emails went back and forth today stirring the pot and upping the ante.
Which means I need to focus myself and make sure my ass is in the clear as long as this pot keeps stirring.
But I will keep bouncing stuff to the others and not doing it myself. I am not a babysitter.
Gah … the Complainant is blasting some kind of racket, either Toby Keith or throat-singing, I honestly can’t tell which, and it is SO LOUD that you can hear it from the restrooms, which are clear on the other side of the building. I am thinking of launching a “Lawyers, Guns and Money” counter-offensive, but that wouldn’t be fair to the late Warren Zevon, and honestly, even the Complainant deserves better than Nickelback.
HELP ME. ¿Viva la sedición?
I’m thinking mariachi bands…
The inside sales people at my workplace have a very bad, very passive aggressive habit. it infuriates me ( even though I’m just an independent contractor sharing office space with them).
Quite a few of these workers have “non-standard” names…either non-English names or names that are common within their families and uncommon everywhere else. But some of these names sound very similar to common names. And these people are working over the phone with connections that often aren’t really great.
Overheard phone call…I only heard one side
Salesman answers phone…Sorry, no one named Johnny works here.
delay while customer responds.
I really don’t know what to tell you sir, we don’t have any employees named John or Johnny.
delay while customer responds
“Yes, this is Company X but we don’t have any employees named Johnny. Maybe you’ve dialed a wrong number.”
Call ends.
I was astounded because they have a saleperson named Gianni. And I’ve heard variations of the same conversation when people asked for LeeAnn - the salesgirls name was Liat…and with Johanna for Johonna.
And if you call them on it they just get totally defensive about the customers not getting there name right. At this rate they soon won’t have any customers to blow off.
I’d agree with you, except that with my luck, she’s a tuba player in her off-hours, and then I’d just be enabling her. I am running out of ideas. Tiny Tim? Avril Lavigne? “We Built This City” over and over again until the end of time? I JUST DON’T KNOW.
Also: THE BROTHER-TRUCKING SODA MACHINE IS NOT TAKING MY MONEY AND IF I DON’T GET A DIET COKE SOON I WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR MY ACTIONS. I know that I have a Constitutionally-protected right to my Diet Coke and I absolutely will foment sedition over this bullshit.
Copy-pasted verbatim:
“In an effort to work towards family spirit and as a team, we will begin having weekly team meetings. This is required. . .”
(It’s from Grandboss, so required definitely means required. But I will say, it does weird me out when someone younger than me has already so thoroughly drunk the corporate Kool-Aid.)
The Hamster Dance? How about Badger Badger Badger? Ren and Stimpy doing Happy Happy Joy Joy?
My mother decided to use a creative spelling of my first name, which means that almost nobody can pronounce it on the first try, which means that I now go by Lynn. Yeah, a few people spell it Lynne, but everyone pronounces it Lynn.
At any rate, the sales manager might be interested in knowing that a lot of calls are effectively being refused by these people. It’s hard enough trying to get people to call back, to have the calls refused will surely kill that sale deader than a vampire exposed to the noonday sun.
Standard responses:
Bagpipe music
or
It’s a Small World After All (I have the LP and a converter. Let me know if you want an mp3.)
I have a new temporary assignment, and it’s great - the only problem is, it’s killing my back! The people are nice and friendly, the work is okay, the hours are okay, the pay is good, the soda in the machine is only a quarter, but ow ow ow ow ow. I just got off work and I’m sitting here with ice on my back to try to alleviate some of the pain. Getting old ain’t for sissies, that’s for sure. :mad:
Give me back my aide. You’ve stolen her to our daycare rooms for a full month. She doesn’t want to be there, I haven’t been able to leave aftercare on time since early August, and have you ever had to run three subjects’ worth of leveled small groups in a day without someone else to manage the ones out of the group? Give me a kid who comes with four mobile therapists? I’m cool. Give me a kindergartener, rendering my room a two-grade classroom? Awesome challenge. But it’s really tiring to do it by myself.
Just hire more daycare staff already and give her back!
Fingers crossed for Dr G’s interview.
Tomorrow, we will be having a potluck goodbye lunch for my OCD clerk. The person who stole her is at the top of the food chain, so I will have to smile at the stealing bitch and tell her that she made a good choice. And then remind her that I am leaving at the end of November, so she will need to have my boss’s boss go in front of the Board to hire someone else. Somehow, this will be my fault, but I don’t care.
When I mentioned this to my boss, she told me that maybe I should reconsider my decision to leave because I just to a raise. Yes, the County finally got enough money to give people raises after 5 years. I got a whole 3% raise. I’m lucky, most people only got 2%. They gave me the higher raise because they wanted to keep me.
So…tosses coin…an extra 25 cents an hour or get married and live with the man I love in a different state. Yeah, that’s a hard one. I probably need to think that one over.
It’s been over an hour…have you decided yet? 
I wouldn’t stay for less than a 30ç increase.