Ooh, Ren and Stimpy would make me happy. Maybe my joy would make her miserable. Worth a shot.
Jesus Freaking Christ. A coworker called her client just to tell her to call a different number. You mean, you couldn’t be bothered to, you know, answer her questions while you had her on the phone? Instead the client had to call back, leave a message, and wait for me to return her call. You lazy assed bitch.
This morning, the person on phone rotation let me know I missed a call from yesterday, he was going to be kind enough to send the voicemail to me. You couldn’t handle it? One miserable call?
This is the same jackass who likes to yammer on about what a great team we are, how we always step in to help out - yet whenever there is a call out for help he is no where to be found. On the plus side, I won a free lunch last week - a coworker was feeling very ill, sent an email to the team asking for assistance. I bet her lunch that he wouldn’t respond at all (this a day after a meeting where he went on and on about how willing he is to assist others).
Jackasses.
Well, talking about being a team-player has always been easier than being a team player - just like how talking about how employees are your most valuable assets is always much easier than treating employees well.
I wish people would shut up!
HR has been away for a week and it’s been quiet here. She’s back a day and I am listening to her argue with managers and just stirring things up.
I just want quiet, so I can focus on my work, finish and leave early because I’m feeling weird today. Instead I’m posting here because I can’t concentrate on work because I can hear HR and H&S arguing.
Gah!
It was a tough decision. Love and happiness vs an extra $2.00 a day on my paycheck. The decision was made easier when I looked at my paystub and saw that because of the latest insurance increases and other stuff…my paycheck dropped by about 20 bucks.
If they had valued me that much…it really would have been a hard choice. 
The thief who stole my OCD clerk came to the potluck and looked me in the eyes and told me that she was happy that I was able to be so flexible about staff changes. The bitch stole the only person I trusted to work unattended.
Whatever. That’s my attitude now. I’m leaving. If TPTB don’t care about my precious boxes, I’ll just continue to do my job to the best of my ability. Any messes that happen after I leave won’t be connected to me. I will have new files and boxes to take care of.
And the best part of my new job is that its a new company. Currently, there are only 4 employees and the owner seems to be paying attention to my advice. It might be a mess when I start working, but it will be a small, short time mess. Much easier to fix than what I started with at this job.
Counting down the days until you’re finished with a job is such a stress-free time for me. I’ve had supervisors tell me things in the last days, like, “Make sure you get such-and-such done before you leave.” My response is a nice smile and, “Sure, no problem!” and then do it if I have time, and fuck it if I don’t. What are they gonna do, fire me? 
Reminds me of when I quit Musicland Corp. My last day, 3:30pm, all my work has been completed or moved to other people. My desk is cleaned off, I have nothing to do, so I’m kicking back, feet up on my desk, reading a newspaper until I can go home.
Boss comes by and screams “We’re not paying you to read a newspaper!”
I laugh and say “Yes you are.”
Listen, jackass…the next time you decide to drive the WAAAAHHHambulance into my office, wash your fucking hands and leave the greasy, filthy bolts in your own work area. I don’t appreciate having that shit thrown on my desk. Also, the instructions I had typed for you very clearly stated “scrap, or return for credit”. I don’t get to make that call…sometimes purchasing decides that a part is just too inexpensive to mess with the whole return process. I’m not the one who opted to scrap the bolts, so stop bitching at me.
Sales Manager??? This business is too small and dysfunctional to have the kind of structure that would allow them to have an actual sales manager…what they have is 4 or so people who “work in sales”. There are only about 10 employees total and they company is owned by a guy that is a genius in his technical specialty but has no idea how to run a company or enforce any sort of discipline…there is actually one employee that has come in 2 or 3 hours late almost every day for 2 years…I guess the theory was that if he did it enough everyone would think it was Ok and the sad part is that it worked and the owner is so non-confrontational he won’t lay down the law.
The classic story is that once many years ago some guy that was a “friend” of the company just came in adn took a desk and started working there and actually ended up with a job and a paycheck because no one had the cojones to tell him that he wasn’t hired and didn’t have a job.
The only partial excuse for the salespeople’s rudeness to the customers is that it IS a trade only business and they get a lot of calls from retail consumers so they DO legitimately spend a large portion of each day telling these people they need to take their business elsewhere…and the attitude rubs off.
The interview was disappointing to say the least. The position was second shift, which I hate and swore I’d never do again after several years at a different job. If I had known ahead of time it was second shift I wouldn’t have applied for it.
And the woman who interviewed me looked and sounded like she completely hated her job. Everything I heard about this company was about how it was such a great place to work. I sure didn’t see that in the people I saw there. Everyone either standing around staring at the floor or leaning against a wall looking surly.
Oh and while I’m here…
The boss, who is not a nice person on a good day, has apparently decided to (or been told to) give up caffeine.
Cranky-pants boss + caffeine withdrawal = shoot me now please.
Its honestly wonderful. I love it. I used to stress when all of my bosses had different demands, workworkwork to get it all done. Now, I just don’t care. I’m leaving.
I used to be very careful about where I put boxes because I’d be the one pulling them. That meant the light boxes went up on the top shelves, the boxes that were needed often went on easy to reach shelves and heavy boxes that were never touched went to the back.
When it comes to storing records, there are 2 sorts of people. There are archivists and there are librarians. I’m an archivist and my boss is a librarian. I don’t care where the box is as long as I can find it. My boss wants the boxes grouped by department. We “talked” about this often. Now that I don’t care, the boxes are being stored by department. Heavy often needed boxes go on top shelves. Un-needed boxes are in front of often needed boxes.
This will slow down the work and make it harder for people to find files. Whatever. Not my problem anymore. My last day is set, I am going to walk away with no regrets. I am pretty excited about my new job, I will be the one setting things up instead of fixing mistakes that other people made.
Next week, we are going to start moving the boxes out of the RatKing’s Lair again. The last pallet we moved not only had rat droppings and dead rat pups, but we found pens, sharpies and a pair of big scissors under the pallet. It took a BIG rat to move all that stuff.
Uh, oh. The rats have started scrapbooking.
I have lots of anti-stress drugs. I don’t need them anymore, would you like me to send them to you?
Failing that, does your boss chew gum? If so, get some caffeinated gum and share it with him. Maybe some new soap in the men’s room?
Can floral arranging be far behind?
You guys are scaring me!
You know, I might just take you up on the anti-stress drugs offer. Chocolate just isn’t cutting it anymore. It’s probably a good thing I’m not a drinker either.
Boss isn’t a gum chewer, but the soap might work. 
Actually, they’re setting up a competing record-keeping system for those boxes. The people you leave behind will probably be dealing with the rats coming to the office and asking where the boxes got moved to…
So, is the boss supposed to EAT the soap?
Dude. You are off your game tonight. The caffinated soap lets one absorb the caffine through the skin.
However, Dr. G might like your suggestion better. Bubbles might make the yelling easier to handle. Except…that if Dr G does feed that soap to her boss, he will not only yell with bubbles, he will have extra energy to allow him to yell longer.
He would also look like a cartoon character with rabies!