Workplace griping, anyone?

You are making me cry.

I can’t tell you how much this makes my brain hurt. Does the paperless manager have any idea about how electronic documents can be managed? Does he/she even know that hitting the DELETE button doesn’t actually delete anything?

Poor you has to deal with this monumental fuck up every day, and you know how stupid it is. How tall are you? I’m looking for a new minion.

Yeah, that’s all ***kinds ***of messed up, teela brown.

teela, that whole situation doesn’t even make good nonsense. Do they not even realize that printing it out…argh! My headache is coming back! Damn you lawyers!

I’m available! Is 5’8" in shoes tall enough? After this latest snowstorm moving out to your part of the world sounds pretty good.

teela I can’t even imagine… I’d just want to go bang my head against the wall until it started to make sense. You have my sympathies.

Oh teela this is a long thread but you just won it! So sorry.

Reading these posts about printing and scanning reminds me of a coworker who used to print out a hard copy report from the database, and then pull up the same report on her screen to compare them. That’s right, she called it editing.

You’re making my brain and heart hurt, too, Teela. I’m hoping that at some point, when all the old farts retire, we can finally stop printing everything that is perfectly fine in electronic format.

Ugh, my first task at my current job was to clear my desk of a years worth of papers that are now sitting in an otherwise unused file cabinet unreferenced and unloved. They all exist in PDF format on the server but wavy arms we can’t get rid of source documents wavy arms Ugh.

That’s got to be the all-time winner for “most stupid waste of printer ink and worker time”. I’d seen the “print something and scan the printout” shit before, I’ve had clients who would do that every time we asked them for any data - but comparing a document to its own printout… if stupidity had mass, the Earth would’a collapsed around that woman!

Okay, I’m printing documents and comparing them to the document on screen, but in my defence, when I take the style headers off, it messes up all the rest of the numbering so I need a reference to the original document to get the numbering right, and switching back and forth between two docs on screen is a pain in the ass. :slight_smile:

Have I complained recently about people who use everything but a tab line leader to make a line in a document? Bastards. There’s an easy way to do this, that is easily edited and moved around en mass, but no, you have to use objects and hyphens, and hell, I don’t know, drawing with Sharpie on the screen! :mad:

Why am I getting (attempted) FedEx deliveries at my office before 7:30 am? Who the hell is sending me something that urgent when I don’t even know about its impending arrival? I got in at 7:40 and found a “we’ll try again later today” sticker.

They are delivering radioisotopes with a short half-life.

Well, the experiment no one informed me of is screwed, then, because it’s past their stated redelivery time, and I stayed at my desk the whole time waiting for them.

Seriously, we do research, and I do receive refrigerated and frozen meds - and occasionally biological specimens - but rarely anything that shows up at such an early hour.

You say that now, but flatlined moved from “Well, it IS 108 F, but it’s a dry heat!” to a city so humid, other people in Texas refer to it as an armpit. (Sorry, flatlined, but it’s true.)

GACK!

Thank you, asshole in the other office for spraying something orange-scented EVERYWHERE to eliminate that bad smell you found even though no one else noticed it. Now all I can smell is antiseptic citrus. All I will ever be able to smell is antiseptic citrus.

Would turning the fan on and aiming it directly out of my office be too passive aggressive?

If you must eat chips or apples or popcorn or other crunchy things at your desk, would you please quit eating like a barnyard animal?

  1. Put the fucking food in your mouth.
  2. Close your fucking mouth.
  3. NOW you can chew.

Smack, chomp, slurp, crunch. Like a bunch of pigs. It’s like it’s some sort of compliment to the food or something if you make enough racket eating it that I can hear you CHEWING 15 feet away with my music playing.

Does “looking for work” griping go here too?

Dear Idiot in HR: Why FFS do you need my resume resubmitted in Word format when you already have it in PDF?

I know that.

Because they run it thru a computer program looking for the right buzzwords, to decide which people to interview.

Really.
I’m not making this up.

Goddamn it, Clueless George. I’m not in a good mood due to the issues with my mother. You really need to;

1> Stop asking about projects I’m working on and then trying to steal them for yourself, and
2> Stop motherfucking talking through people. Here’s the hint: Someone else is speaking. What you should be doing is SHUTTING THE FUCK UP and LISTENING. Me, our team lead, the person down the aisle who you had some questions for. You were really on a roll today with this “What I have to say is more important than you” bullshit, weren’t you!

Sadly, I believe you.

Just shoot me now. :smack: