I spend 40 hours a week with people that I did not choose to spend 40 hours a week with. They are going to annoy me with little things (same as my spouse does but you can tell him to stop).
Or withhold sex until he complies. Can’t do that with coworkers.
I mean, I am telling you: if Susy doesn’t get her 10:30 orgasm you might as well just pack up and go home 'cause ain’t shit getting done for the rest of the day.
I work in a nearly all-female office. We’d all just be passive-aggressively withholding from each other day in and day out, if the stereotypes are to be believed…
You have my sincere, deep sympathy. My dream job is working with a bunch of guys who don’t give a rat’s ass about interpersonal conflicts - we all just tell fart jokes and get our damned work done all day.
I9 issue resolved: they ‘missfiled’ the forms in their server somewhere.
I am still sick. I am at home sick. Why haven’t I been off the phone or the computer since 7:30 am and why am I scheduling work for all day tomorrow?
Can someone please find my slacker gene - generous reward offered!
Wheeeeee! I didn’t know this thread was here!
Okay, so quick recap from this thread about my stupid job. I essentially coordinate the stuff for publications. Writers are irresponsible idiots who don’t fact check because they don’t cre. VP keeps approving enormously obvious mistakes, like “Barack Obama” being written out as “Barry the Llama.”
Okay, so… One writer, named Lying Bitch, was finally “laid off” because a professional association whose bi-annual magazine we did got pissed off at all the bad info in her articles and fired our company. Lying Bitch had put together crappy research, lied about confirming her sources (citing people she never spoke to) and made up some of her other sources.
So anyway… Months and months ago, Lying Bitch had started and finished a project - 12 experts had been happy to contribute papers. We were supposed to print it this week. When she was fired, the VP was supposed to take it over for the next phase. But it was “finished” so he just let it sit on his desk, un-inspected, until it was time for it to go to print.
After firing Lying Bitch for being a lying bitch, do you think he followed up and verified anything in her project? Nope. So of the collection of 12 papers that we’re supposed to send to the printer next week, we actually only had… 2.
Crisis mode! What does the VP do? Nothing. Panic sets in for the guy who has to deal with the client. He goes waaaaay outside his job description and, by selling his soul to the devil, miraculously finds contributors to cover the missing 10 papers. Submits everything Tuesday.
The table of contents only had to be approved by the VP, and then the project could be sent to me. I needed it yesterday to meet the deadline. VP hasn’t looked at it yet.
Every day that you do not shoot these people, you should receive the Congressional Medal of Honor. Even if you’re not American.
Oh my god, Swallowed, I just went back and read those threads. I could not be reminded more of the most disfunctional place I ever worked, which is also the only one I was ever fired from (essentially, for making a bunch of other people look bad, including my boss and his pet). I was a proofer for product copy on the website of a large retailer, and I don’t know what the rest of the company was like, but our particular corner of our particular department was a wretched hive of [del]scum and villainy[/del] ignorance and incompetence. *Our *writers complained about the proofers using red pen–because, like your writers, it “hurt their feelings.” You know how to not get your feelings hurt, retard? Write it right the first fucking time.
Or just don’t take it personally. The corrections aren’t made to point a finger at you saying “You SOOOOO stupid!” The proofreader’s job just to make sure the little things that get flubbed are caught. Anyone can make a typo or can be the victim of malevolent spell check (e.g a typo that said “understading”, missing an ‘N’ got spell-checked to “understating” — wrong word altogether. Naughty spell check! Fixed by proofreader.)
There is really no point in fighting with us over stuff like that. You just look silly saying “It’s supposed to be that way!”
But there really is no excuse for the plagiarism and related bullshit. I have gone on a few interviews. So hopefully something will pan out soon.
ETA: And don’t get me started on Stompy again.
As an (occasional) professional writer, I am SO glad to see that at least one of SWC’s terrible coworkers got fired, and wish the rest of them would stop making my profession look bad.
Well, another quit. That’s nice for us. This person did not hand in one particular assignment at all and I had to write the damn thing. Another assignment was so bad that after the VP sent it back to her three times, we just threw up our hands and gave up. I re-wrote it and the CEO tried to implement new policies for copy submissions.
She left to write copy for an advertising firm. They created the position for her so they could hire her. I think you should go find her and bludgeon her to death with a Thesaurus.
Really what we need is for the copy submission guidelines to be enforced. But that’s the VP’s job and he doesn’t actually read the copy he approves. 90% of our problems would be eliminated if he did.
ETA: Oh, and Mr. Plagiarism quit to pursue his dream of being a figure skater. (No, really!)
Can I use my Norton Anthology instead? It’s heavier.
Which Norton Anthology? I think I own approximately a hojillion of them (I’m convinced I personally put the Norton kids through college).
Wherein all his routines look suspiciously like Brian Boitano’s.
All of them. It can be like a cluster bomb.
But but but the poor books!
I submitted this database access request two and a half weeks ago. I assumed it was approved, since I provided an eminently valid business reason and received no response. Today, I actually needed to use the DB and… Oh, hey, I can’t get in! So I email you guys, the database owners, and what’s your response? “A request for approval was submitted to Person XYZ with no response.”
Here’s a fucking thought: If Person XYZ is the one approving the fucking requests, **MAYBE SHE SHOULD BE THE FUCKING DATABASE OWNER. I need Author with Delete access: that should be a fucking no-brainer approval. If I ask for some level of Editor or DBAdmin, *then *you fucking kick it up the chain. Do you know how I know this? BECAUSE I FUCKING OWN OTHER PROJECT DATABASES. Christ.
I’m picturing you as Scruffy (the janitor) from Futurama here, though in his case the magazine was ‘Zero-G Jugs’! 
Though, I’d be grateful if only people would stop accosting me as I’m actively heading into the bathroom. The door is open, my foot is inside the door, please don’t grab my arm for a chat.
It’s as if they think ‘She is trying to pee. Why, this is the perfect time for that meeting!’
If they knew your username, they’d never do that!
Ha! 