My minion made a pass at me. Flocking idiot did it with email. Good lord, don’t kids know better than that?
“Um, Hi. What part of ‘this sort of thing gets people fired’ did not occur to you?”
“Hi, I’m the woman your boss is marrying. Idiot.”
shakes head
:eek: :eek: :eek:
Then: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
That was so totally worth losing your job over, maroon!
You just can’t get good minions anymore.
I’m still stuck here. WTF??? Are you going to follow up with HR, or try to work it out yourself?
Sorry if I was unclear; I was commenting on flatlined’s post.
No, I knew exactly what you meant.. I was quoting you because I was also all :eek: but hadn’t moved on to :rolleyes: yet. 
My question about how to handle it was for flatlined.
So I guess I was the unclear one- apologies! 
C’mon flatlined, if we asked you what you were going to do about a feral fluffy kitty, you’d be back with a paragraph in five minutes…
Hmm, some people are less predictable than animals, aren’t they?
(And in this case, with less self-preservation instinct…)
But we’re dying to know.
I am fucking tired of getting paged in the middle of the night on the weekends for bullshit tickets. Sure I get 15 minutes of OT for each call, but there’s absolutely no reason to page a ticket on the weekend when the issue can only be dealt with during staffed hours. Why the fuck do the folks in Bangalore need to know the status of a package that’s been sitting in storage for 3 months…at 2AM on a Sunday morning?
Cats are so much easier than people.
I thought about it a lot. I don’t want to fire him, he’s a good kid, but I also don’t want to be locked behind closed doors with him anymore either. What to do, what to do??? Finally this morning, I showed Bill the email.
Bill agreed with me that minion was probably drunk. Minion is usually a pretty smart kid and this was such a stupid move. Email. I didn’t think that anyone older than 8 didn’t know that anything online is there forever. Good lord. I’m still flabbergasted.
My soon to be ex-minion is going to Oklahoma next week. Keystone is a very big project, that is projected to last for years. While it seems like I’m sending him into exile, its really not that bad. The pay is very good and there are a lot of bennies. Its only a 6 hour drive, so he can come back and visit his parents on the weekends if he wants to.
(I’m also pretty annoyed at Bill’s reaction. I’m in love with a flipping caveman. The proper reaction to something like this is NOT to wrap your arm around me, kiss me on the cheek and say “It doesn’t really surprise me, you are a very beautiful woman.” Troglodyte!!!)
There are a lot of interviews scheduled for next week, so I’m going to sit in on a few and see if there is anyone I want. If I can’t find anyone that way, we will start the entire process of hiring someone specifically for that job.
This is why I like to lock myself in with my precious boxes and files. People can be SUCH a pain!
Wait, flatlined, this is Gormless Guy, right? Wow…
I’m trying to apply for a job with the state, and the stupid online application keeps freezing up. Won’t save, won’t go to the next page. Maybe this is a sign that I really don’t want to work for the state.
Dr G That is a test to see if you are able to do the same thing over and over with no results. Its just part of government work. Keep trying, it will prove that you are enough of a mindless drone to get the job. This is advice from someone who has spent most of her life working for one government agency or another.
flatlined, he may be a Troglodyte, but he is YOUR Troglodyte.
At least you did not have to toss him in one of the gun safes, or lock him in Steve’s cage.
Have you figured out how to web cast the wedding to the teeming millions yet?
Yeah he’s MY Troglodyte and I do love him. Steve doesn’t share his litterbox with anyone, btw.
NONONO to the wedding. Nobody will believe its me. I’m letting my hair grow so I can have an up do. Our current point of contention is pearls vs diamonds. I want pearls.
What I really want is to go to Vegas and get married by a drive through Elvis. Or just live in sin. This Big Fucking White Wedding is pretty overwhelming. I love him. This is what he wants, and its only one day to get a piece of paper that says that the government approves of us. I’m a strong, confident woman. I’m good with meeting people. I can do this. I will look radiant and happy and nobody will know that I’m just indulging him. (so far, it looks like this thing is going to cost almost 8 grand. Its his money and its what he wants. Its only one day. I can do this.)
/rant off/
Bill just sent me about a hundred resumes. I hate the hiring process. I seriously hate it. Frist I have to pick people by their written words, then I have to meet them face to face and then reject them. Most of them are so earnest and wanting to be hired, it hurts my heart to not gather them all under my arms.
OTOH, you folks will be entertained. The last time I had to do this, the best resume came from someone who came in wearing sweats and drinking a big gulp. She said the interview was so important that she dropped her fishing pole to be on time.
Yeah, we didn’t hire her. Another one lit a cigarette and leaned back to tell me all about how wonderful he was. He didn’t get hired either.
There was the other guy who couldn’t type who applied for a data entry position. He didn’t get an interview, but he did come to confront me face to face over it.
I think I’m going to go drink some of Bill’s beer. The more I think about this whole thing, the more I think I should be drunk.
'snot his money. 's youboth’s money, from the moment you said “yes”. Or “oh yes”, or just tried to hug him to death, whichever the case was.
What? I’m a traditionalist, damnit! He’s only allowed to throw money around in ways she agrees with, damnit! Specially when the things she doesn’t want are supposed to be for her benefit! Glares
Wanting to make him happy is one thing, but do remind him that he’s supposed to pay some mind to doing things which are specifically intended to make you happy too, not just be his charming cave-man-ly self.
My job title is bridge inspector not inspector of anything on a highway. So why am I at work on my day off inspecting a freaking sign truss? And why is my team the only team in the office that pulls these bs assignments?
Ugh. There’s a reason we require certain documents to be signed. Scanning your signature in once and then saving it as an image file to just drop on the document defeats that purpose. Whatever. The signature is for your protection, not ours.
Our judges? Electronic signature
Our County Attorneys? Electronic signature
Management? Electronic Signature
Us lowly line stuff? Nope. We’re not allowed. Why? No one knows. Management won’t even discuss allowing it. Wouldn’t be a big deal if we were in office, where docs are printed, but we work offsite up to 90% of the time. We end up storing up affidavits and pleadings until we’re in office and then spend half the day reviewing and signing.
Well, I’m still confused. After telling my temp agency that I wanted the day they told me was my last day to be my for-sure last day (no more extensions), they came back to me today and want me to be available to work two more weeks in April, in case the job isn’t quite finished at the end of March. So, my end date is March 29th, or some time in the first two weeks of April. The job I was brought in to do being done doesn’t seem to be much of a priority, though, since they keep getting me to do other stuff as well. I hope that now they realize that I’m not just going to stick around forever, they get a little more focused on what they actually brought me in to do.