I’ve actually seen (and heard) much worse…there’s the manager who almost always starts conversations with my supervisor in a raised tone of voice, or the inspector who tends to literally toss things onto my desk when he’s distressed about a problem, or the manager who thinks that the cube farm is much more productive when he occasionally screams at one of the residents…
When I type it all out like that, my workplace doesn’t sound very happy. My own department is actually very civil though.
If I reach for a phone for work on a off day, it’s 3 hours, minimum. If those 3 hours cost work 4.5, their problem.
Good thing, Emily G., we have workplace recycling Nazis at my company and you HAD BETTER NOT FORGET IT!! 
Hey, I’m one of those afore mentioned recycling Nazis, FEAR ME!!!
When I started my last job, we were dumping all of the shredded paper into the landfill. 2 dumpsters full twice a week. The lights in the block sized warehouse were always on during working hours.
A couple of months later, the lights were only on when someone was actually working in that room. The drop in the electricity bill was noticed.
I contacted the Lion’s Club about the shredded paper and they lurved us. They aquired a huge trailor just to pick up our paper. Tossing those 50 lb bags into the trailor was too much for a bunch of retired guys, so I got the Probation Office to send people on community service to do that.
I have letters of appreciation from the Lion’s Club, from the guys who supervise the community service people, and mentions from the Board of Stupids because we were saving money and it looked to be green.
Never doubt the power of a recycling Nazi!!!
My husband took over a new group a couple months ago and was appalled to discover that the entire team was on call all the time. 24/7/365, including their vacation days.
He immediately began collecting information to set up an efficient on call schedule so that people could have regularly scheduled time off.
Unfortunately for the team what he discovered is that in the 18 months the entire team had been collecting on call pay they had not answered a single call. So, they now rotate the oncall responsibilities and he’s the evil bastard manager that “cut their pay”
You don’t sound like a recycling Nazi to me. You sound like an environmentally-conscious public servant. Of course, that means you can never get yourself elected to office.
When I’m at work, I move cans from the garbage to the recycling bin (which are always right beside each other - I’m never going to understand why they can’t throw it in the right one) and take my own recyclables home. I’m not even close to being in your league. 
Oh. Oops.
That’s fucking hilarious.
Next time they whine he should suggest that they should be grateful the company didn’t ask for any of it back, issue warnings or say ‘no raises for that team’.
Grins. I’m way too smart to run for public office.
Thank you for doing that. Every little bit helps. I also grumble at finding cans in the trash, but have managed to frighten people so much that it rarely happened at my last job. At my new job, my reputation preceeded me. Its already known that I will look into trash cans and call people out.
I went back to work today, after our epic journey and my faithful minion had put all the new wasps into a different jar, then spread them on my desk so we could count them. 57 in 10 days.
Tomorrow, we are going to start going through all the boxes to see if we actually do have a wasp nest in the paper. We don’t think its possible, but stranger things have happened.
Oh, I totally get recycling, and typically take stuff home for the recycle bin, but the Nazis I work with are prone to pulling the recycling OUT of the box and saying “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??” Or “You should save this and make scratch pads out of the other side!!!”
So I take it home.
But I get annoyed when the recyling Nazi at work pulls a couple of sheets of paper out of my trash and with great emphasis, puts them in the recycling. And sighs heavily.
(Told before) One of the ways in which the Spanish government has cut down on expenses is by taking a look at “bonuses” and “pluses”. My sister in law, like every other doctor, got a plus for es pikin Inglis; a few of them even happen to speak English, but it’s not her case. She was complaining about it to a common friend who’s self-employed and the friend said “excuse me, but isn’t one of those bonuses you guys are not getting any more for speaking English? Why should I pay you a bonus for doing something you cannot do? Isn’t there another one for getting to work on time? In any other job, you get fired for being late! :mad:”
SiL hasn’t brought it up again. And now when she’s whining about, for example, how her boss was supposed to cut on their hours but he hasn’t done it because he’s a lazy ass and she so wanted the extra vacation time… my brother says “English bonus. And by the way, doesn’t this mean you’re getting more hours and therefore more pay than if he had done his job?”
Hair elastic broke; can’t find a replacement.
If you need me today, I’m ***that ***woman: the one with the BINDER CLIP in her hair. 
Bosses, if you’re going to scold me for getting nine days off on vacation (due to my days off) because only seven-day vacations are “allowed”, please do two things:
a) make sure this policy is known to all and not just something that comes up at the last minute when I’m scrambling to get my schedule changed due to noncancellable plans made when I thought that I would get next Tuesday off.
b) make sure the person scolding me is not the one who, due to his days off (Monday and Tuesday), *consistently *gets nine-day vacations.
I never take days off. My sister is visiting and this is the first time anyone in my family has visited me up here since I moved to this end of the state four years ago. I requested Tuesday off several weeks ago. We are going to Do Something that day. Give me this one goddamned Tuesday. I’m offering to work a six-day week for this. This Monday and Tuesday I’m getting off? Are my weekend. I’m not getting paid for those days. I am getting paid for the vacation days which follow that Monday and Tuesday.
(I finally got the day off but DAMN. I’m going to come back to a mess, I know it.)
I bet your bosses know it too.
Yep, they do. I’m the only one who gets things organized around there. I come back to a mess every single Tuesday that takes me half the day to clean up. People hate it when I go on vacation. Fuck 'em, I need it.
Time to ask those bosses for a promotion to the new position of office administrator, with a corresponding increase in salary!
I have a three day weekend, which sounds great right? except for the fact the place is going to go to hell in a handbasket while I am gone and I am going to have a mess to clean up on Tuesday.
Let your hair down then?
I wish.
Today I finally got my annual evaluation. It was very good except for two things:
*I found out that the Ferret is a tale-bearing little viper who talks shit about people behind their back.
*She Who Must Be Obeyed saw fit to add a veiled threat to my evaluation. Squirrel AGM said “I’m not sure how to interpret that.” Oh I do. I shall respond by doing what I was planning to do on my vacation anyway: by polishing up my resume and sending it out into the void.
Ok, this rant might not make much sense to anyone but me, but I had a long and frustrating day… so here goes.
When we have new agents who need to get contracted to sell insurance we have a new accounts team who is supposed to make sure that all the agent’s info is in the computer system. Then and only then am I supposed to get the contract requests. I can work around a lot of missing things but the one thing I absolutely have to have is a signature page from the agent. Can’t do a damn thing without it.
Today I had seven different agents who I couldn’t get contracted because there was no signature page for them. Seven. After #5 I got pissed, after #6 I wanted to cry, and after #7 I was ready to hurt someone.
I went to my boss and clued him in as to what was going on so he’s at least aware of the situation, but there’s not much he can do about it other than going to the new accounts team leader and complaining. It’s up to the new accounts team leader to smack her people around. We’ll see if she does.
This makes me look bad because the contracting is still sitting there and I’ll be the one who gets yelled at by the case managers because I’m the last one to touch it.
Dammit! Do your jobs, people!
I’m also pissed because a rep brought in several dozen cookies for the office and by the time I got to the break room they were all gone.