Already been doing that, but now I’ll throw in some extra bonus deities. I’m talkin’ third-stringers, ancient misplaced elder gods, and those Zoroastrian Git’r Done Guys.
Even better!
I once beat Allstate for unemployment. We went to arbratation and the Judge listened to my story and ruled for me.
I think I won because I was willing to keep fighting. Your boss probably says no, and the poor worker gives up due to time and no hope.
Don’t give up. As soon as you quit, file your claim and say that it was a hostile work environment. You might win.
But more important advice. Just walk out. You deserve better.
Um. Yes, it is.
I agree that it’s a weird way of phrasing their question, though.
I didn’t walk out today. Boss wasn’t in the office, so I figure it’s one more day I’ll get paid for. Tomorrow is another day though.
Did you take some quiet time to forward the nasty emails to your new hotmail account?
I’ll add another yes vote to you looking at temporary work. At my last job, the elections department would hire a lot of temporary people for big elections. The stars almost always got their assignments lengthened and some became perm workers.
After I was discharged from the Air Force, I worked for several temp agencies and got a perm job that way.
The nice thing about temp work is that you know that there is an end to any assignment.
I hope that tomorrow works out better than you expect. When you are in such a shitty situation, it seems to help to just do it one day at a time.
It is a verb! You mean, it’s not a noun.
That was mondo important advice. If I’m any kind of role model (and I am…), you’ll be a entirely different person after you quit*. Oh, and the air will smell sweeter, you’ll understand graffiti, and even circus peanuts will taste gourmet.
*tomorrow, right? Thanks for keeping us posted.
For those of you living where Christmas trees are actually a traditional part of Christmas, what you’re saying (and which keeps getting repeated in these boards twice a week in December and once a month during the rest of the year) is akin to pointing at a Murillo Immaculate Conception and saying “Ishtar!”. Words aren’t the only symbols whose meanings slide around, and whose current meaning can be completely unrelated to the original.
So I have been fighting with what must be the stupidest person in the world.
She called yesterday to schedule a service call for her client’s automation system.
Me: So, what seems to be the problem?
SPITW: I don’t know, that is why I’m calling YOU.
Me: I’m not sending a serviceperson out unless I have some ideal of what the problem is. Otherwise the technician will not be equipped to fix it.
SPITW: Well, if my guys knew what the problem was we wouldn’t be calling you.
Me: I am not asking you for a technical diagnosis but I need to know what device is malfunctioning. Is there a group of lights that isn’t working? Is their a keypad that isn’t working?
SPITW: I don’t know, that is why we are calling you
Me: Well, when your customer called you how did they describe the problem
SPITW: They just told me to send someone to fix it.
Me: Now we may be getting somewhere, Fix what?
SPITW: They didn’t say
(yeah, right )
I take a deep breath and try a different tactic.
Me: When you call you doctor to make an appointment they don’t expect you to know the diagnosis but you DO have to give the doctor a description of what is wrong. Do you have a headache? Do you have a stomach ache? Do you think your doctor could tell you what was wrong with you if you refuse to answer these questions?
SPITW: When I call me doctor they don’t ask me anything I just make an appointment.
Me: ( giving up ). If you figure out what the problem is call me back.
Exactly. Ask any number of times to get an appropriate answer, and if they refuse to comply, advise them to call back when they’re able to answer questions and then hang up.
Fortunately about a half hour ago, it only took me asking for the person’s ID FIVE times before he gave it to me. But if he hadn’t done it that time, my answer would have been to call us back when he’s willing to provide his ID.
(Hint: Responding “My ID!” when I ask what your ID is, like I should just know, isn’t a real answer. Not like he’d given me his full name either, so I couldn’t just look it up. Besides the fact that we’re not supposed to do that. We’re not supposed to just assume that you’re an employee and start providing YOU with confidential information that you should be providing to us.)
Shoulda told her: Okay, I can fit you in at 11:15 next Tuesday. Do you need directions to find our facility?
Let’s not go too far.
I’ll have to second that, those things are nasty!
Still employed. Boss didn’t say three words to me today, so I stayed. Right now I’m just milking it for a few more hours of pay. I’m not exactly being productive. 
One cross word from the boss and I’m out of there so fast the carpet will catch fire. I did clean out most of my desk today. All I have to do is grab my sweater. My absolute drop-dead last day will be December 21st, no way am I gonna ruin my Christmas worrying about that place.
Found out I’m probably gonna start a mass exodus when I do leave. One of the service guys is scheduled to work Christmas Day. He’s saying that’s not gonna happen one way or the other. Office manager will probably be three steps behind me out the door. She’s getting screamed at too. And if OM and I leave, the part time clerk will go too.
So, when you have your next job interview and they ask you how you’ve demonstrated leadership in the workplace - - you have an example!
Dare I say - yay!?! I completely agree with you - no need to ruin your Christmas with worrying about Mr. Crazypants.
I would dearly love to be able to see your Bosshole’s face if, the next time he screams at you, you and everyone else walk into his office, tell him just where he can stuff his attitude, tell him you all quit, and leave. It would be lovely.
Heh - “Bosshole.” 
I predict a new meme!
A mass exodus on Christmas Eve would be a nice theatrical touch, I think.
Yes, I’m sorry. I was so pissed I couldn’t think! :eek: