Shit. Thanks, Cheez Whia and flatlined, for the reminder: my own is out of date and I need to get stabbed before I get, well, stabbed.
Nice automated message yesterday someone left on the printer;
Batch ID xxxBATCH does not exist and will never exist. While IDs for application xx may begin with xxxB, the “ATCH” portion is non-typical.
I used to be a rat-battler box-puller like you, but then I took a paperclip to the thumb.
Hope the thumb’s hurting less. Have you tried any manual labor with it yet?
Thanks for the sympathy, everyone. This was a first for me too.
This made me laugh. 
Its really not that sore. I think it went through callus. Yes, I did try manual labor with it…maybe. Well, actually, it was on the same hand that has my “magic finger”. That’s the one I use to point at a box and a location and the box magically moves to the proper location. 
Youch. Closest I have come to that was when I was using a cordless drill to run in some wood screws and somehow slipped the bit off the screw. Caught my ring finger dead center of the pad and came out beside the nail.
Knew my shots were up to date but slapped a bandaid on it to control the bleeding and rode the motorcycle in to the ER to get it x-rayed in case there were any metal shavings embedded in the wound.
Now I have this lovely X shaped scar on my finger. Should make for a raised eyebrow if I ever need to be fingerprinted again.
:eek::eek::eek:
My story is very minor compared to yours. That must have HURT! I just had a slender paperclip stab me through the callused part of my hand. Bled like crazy, though.
As to fingerprinting, the last time I did it, there was a bit of a problem because I had worn several fingerprints off while filing. Privately wonders if Cat Whisperer has fingerprints on her strong hand. It was mostly an “oh, no, this didn’t work, lets try something else” sort of problem
Anyhow, there was a place on the form to note new scars or other reasons that the print wasn’t clear. The fingerprint guy wrote “file clerk” and I got my CCW permit.
I’ve noticed that my fingertips get awfully shiny sometimes, but I didn’t realize that I was actually filing my fingerprints off! :eek:
Hey, do you put tape around your cuticles to prevent them from getting jammed and split while filing, too? I only figured that out recently, after waaaaaay too many damaged cuticles.
Maybe the Atch is silent.
Ah yes, the “I can never commit a crime because of this” fingerprint. I have one of those. Swiped my hand across a hidden piece of broken glass when I was washing a truck one day. Now I have a lovely hook-shaped scar on my communication finger.
Have been fingerprinted 6-7 different times for various Security jobs and for my current job. Once at the headquarters of the state BCA.
Gloves. If I decide to commit a crime, I’m going to need some gloves.
Is this bizarre to anyone else? This morning we had a pre-scheduled fire drill – as in, an email was circulated almost a week ago informing us that we would do this. In addition, I work on the 20th floor. We were instructed to go down three flights of stairs only and then wait there for the duration of the drill. (Apparently nobody informed the denizens of the 17th floor, who were staring at this herd of strangers that suddenly appeared in their office like they were scared wildlife.)
Pre-scheduled drill? Three flights of stairs? WTF?
They do the same in our building. We had a drill a couple of months ago.
Except they decided that we needed to go across the street instead.
A little issue of the DEA* having secured offices on the floor three down from us.
- We’re like 3 blocks from the Federal Court House. Pretty sure some of the DEA people who come in and out are doing undercover. Saw a guy come in one day looking like a 70’s drug dealer with the open shirt, gold chains, etc. Next time I saw him he was in a suit. Another day he was in jeans, hoodie and shaggy backpack.
The location I work at is on a ‘campus’. When we have fire drills, you go out to one of several locations and ‘badge-in’ at posts stationed there. This gives them a record of everyone’s location. Kinda cool technology, but I wish they’d schedule them on cooler days rather than full summer.
When I was a teen, my father made me swear a vow to never get a tattoo. I thought that it was because he didn’t want me to be seen as one of THOSE girls, but it turns out that he was afraid that my tattoo would be like someone else’s, and that this someone else would commit a crime, and be IDed by the tattoo. Apparently this had happened to a friend or acquaintance of his. Shortly before he died, he released me from that vow.
They *could *toss us out in the middle of a 10F day with a heavy wind instead. When you’re in the other building without your coat.
I finally get to start my new job on Monday! I’ve been waiting on the background check to be completed for about a month.
Yay! Best wishes for a good job with good people. 
Goddamn it, Clueless George.
I hate being accosted early in the morning. And I fucking hate it when people act like pompous jackasses who look for conflict in every fucking word.
I’m working on a request for someone. What they’re requesting includes sensitive data, so they were asked to fill out a form. They refused to do it and asked for a version of the data without the sensitive data. There isn’t one. I told them that. CG decides to come over and lecture me, 15 fucking minutes into my day, about how the whole thing works. As if I don’t know, as if I wasn’t the person who trained him on how this works. Seriously, SHUT THE FUCK UP and go back to your cube. I can handle this. It is an extremely minor issue.
The worst part was that as I kept answering him or brushing him off, he kept trying to find things to push harder on. I seriously wanted to scream at him to get out of my fucking face already.
Have you not perfected the “Shut up or FOAD” stare, Chimera? I have a coworker who does the same as your CG, and I’ll go with it for a minute or two - then she gets the “I understand what I’m doing, THANK YOU”. If she still yammers, I back up and just look at her with the “Shut up or FOAD” face. It does take her another minute or two to clue in that I have withdrawn from the conversation and am actively plotting her demise. It always works.
Yeah, I have a look that stops ordinary mortals cold.
There’s a reason I call him Clueless George.