Yesterday I told He Who Should Wear Iron Shoes “if you’re going to play at being a radio, could you at least get some music on?” Twelve people in a room, he was the only one talking, and he was talking about his dog, the movies he’d watched over vacation, the stuff he’s got waiting to be watched, his preferred pirating sources, the convoluted way in which his home network is set up in order to prevent NSA or equivalent from spying on him, and generally other things that would make my eyes glaze over anyway. Dude lowered his volume, but did not shut the hell up.
Judging from past behavior, heavy workloads make his mouth run endlessly. If you see a headliner about “consultant kills colleague over inane blabbing”, wave hi!
Me, too. Unfortunately, my job was moved to an open floor plan with a bunch of over-caffenated, over-nicotined folks with no brain/mouth filter.
Worse, three of them have severe sinus honk issues and constantly snurf make noises that sound exactly hrrrnk like a little boy making fun of pig noises.
Now why didn’t I think of that? :smack: I do have a cabinet next to my desk that is plenty big enough for a small cooler. And I have a drawer full of snacks. I had to share the location of my snack stash with my co-workers in case my blood sugar goes wonky. I said, “If you find me on the floor, feed me peanut butter!” I’ve only ever gotten that bad once, but I figure better to have someone else know what might be wrong. A lady in my department has some severe allergies, and she taught us how to use her Epi-Pen just in case. Again, better someone else knows what to do!
I got my first paycheck as a “real” employee today. Too bad no one told me that the first check is always a real physical paper check, rather than the direct deposit I signed up for. I was panicking when my DD didn’t show up in my account, and my boss was panicking and swearing up and down he submitted my time card. We were both in full freak-out mode until the payroll manager comes over and hands me the check. Thanks for telling me, guys! :eek:
First full paycheck for me. No insurance, 401k or any of that deducted yet, so it’ll drop by about $300 next time. But dayum, it’s nice to get a 2 week paycheck where the take-home is more than 5 full weeks take-home from the job I was doing only a year and a half ago. And Monday is my first paid holiday in nearly two years.
If I have to bitch about something, since this is the pit, we have an AA who can’t for the life of her figure out how to properly fill out requests, and she’s been doing it (badly) for better than six months. Keeps using an old, obsolete form that we’ve only asked her to stop using something like six times now. We have to check every bit of information, because she’ll take one person’s request and change the name and email address, but not change their employee number, phone number, manager, etc. Monday I emailed my boss and asked what we can do about her since she’s shown zero improvement despite our best efforts to educate her. I got no response. Today we got another raft of requests from her and every goddamned one of them had something wrong with it. Then I got a “What the hell is this? This link is broken on your form!” email from one of the managers she supports. I explained that she was using the wrong form (again), here is the web site where the correct one is, here is a direct link to the form itself, and here the link to the new data agreement that replaced the obsolete agreement link on the old form that she really should stop using.
My company changed the software used to do payroll earlier this summer, and they have been screwing up part of my check ever since. It’s not a huge amount right now, but it’d be great if they would fix it before the mistake will have a bigger affect on my paycheck.
That’s actually a pretty minor complaint in the face of everything else going on at work for almost two years. I spend most of the workday upset/anxious/depressed but get just as upset and depressed when I look at my resume or try searching for another job.
I’m sure you’ve thought of this and been stopped by some idiotic bureaucratic requirement, but it sounds like it’s a web form. Can you make the old one disappear? She’d certainly stop using it that way.
Put a link on her desktop and it goes to the old form? Yup, that’s my guess, too. A person with an actual brain would update her desktop after the first person noted it, but that doesn’t sound like Chimera is dealing with someone with an over room temperature IQ here.
Yeah, break her link - if she can’t get to the old form, she can’t keep on using it.
It’s a Word doc. My co-worker her provided her the proper (new) form at least three times and I’ve provided the link to the new form at least twice - in maybe six months. Stupid bitch keeps pulling up old ones she has on file and then failing to change all of the pertinent details for the new person.
Unfortunately, we’re not allowed to reject it for that, although I did say that from now on, we would return forms with too many errors or when she needs multiple forms for one individual and she sets them up in the most inefficient way possible. Like two I got a couple of weeks back, where both forms requested multiple things from two different teams, split across the two forms so BOTH FORMS had to go to THE SAME GODDAMNED TEAMS to be approved. I re-jiggered them so I wouldn’t have to do that, but said in the future, we would reject them.
Also, we only handle requests that include one or both of two Lines of Business. But we’re also allowed to handle any other shit not from those two LOBs as long the way. If the request doesn’t have those, it has to go through another team. I rejected two requests from her this week because they didn’t include those LOBs. She got pissy with me saying she had no way of knowing if what she was requesting was in those LOBs. I pointed out that the LOB is in the fucking name of anything you would be requesting from them. :mad:
This rant is about one coworker of mine. I will call him Y.
A lot of guys give their friends shit, but I have a hard time doing it to people I like. I give Y lots of shit because I really dislike him, but I think he thinks I do it because I like him!
Y is an idiot who almost sliced his arm off his first week in the warehouse. He constantly goes to the bathroom to avoid work. He’s our worst worker and everyone knows it. He is under extra scrutiny by our supervisors.
I’m unofficially in charge of one of the areas of the warehouse. A lot of my favorite coworkers are friends with the piece of shit. Y is often sneaking off to my area just to socialize. Luckily, the supervisors don’t want Y working in my area either, so they quickly send him elsewhere whenever they catch him.
We work swing. There is a coworker on graveyard who hates Y’s lazy, whining ass, even though our shifts only overlap by ninety minutes. I vented to the graveyard coworker that our mutually hated coworker also casually uses bigoted language. That didn’t bothered his privileged ass. However, a Mexican-American coworker mentioned to me later that he really thinks Y needs to watch his language.
Why haven’t you taken management courses?
Because it’s been made clear that I’m not management material.
How do you know that?
When a manager tells you that you’re too outspoken to be considered for promotion…
Oh. You should still think about taking classes.
Ugh. Why is simply liking what I do not enough? I have no desire to get into management, which my boss just cannot comprehend.
I was bumped up to middle management for a couple of weeks. Utter hell. I was taken away from the work I was hired to do (presumably because I was good at it) and the customers I related to.
Instead it became clear I’d be spending most of my time being a shill for the bosses, trying to sell their shortsighted policies to their ‘minions’. And punishing those minions when they saw through the BS.
Made it back to Getting Actual Work Done just in time (told my boss I’d end up strangling her if I didn’t).
I use a distinctive font. Well, in fact everyone on my team uses a different font. That makes it easier for us to immediately distinguish who the email belongs to before we even get to the sig line, when sorting out our group box. Scroll down, see the font, flip the email into their box.
My font, which I have in fact been using for personal stuff for over 10 years, is a little different in that it doesn’t have differentt looking characters for capital letters v. lower case. They’re the same except for the size. Which is obvious in any sentence, especially in a business with a ton of acronyms. SQL, IM, etc for generic IT ones, let alone the internal ones.
Today, for the second time in the year and a half I’ve been here, someone did something stupid, got a response from me, and immediately went running to my boss about how I was yelling at them with all caps in my email. Boss came over to talk to me, said “I know you’re probably expecting this”, to which I answered ‘yes’ (but had in fact been expecting a different complaint - see below).
Demonstrated that it wasn’t all caps by highlighting and changing the font to show, then I changed it back and also demonstrated through the appearance of capital letters and acronyms. Then also demonstrated that I have been using the same font all this time through our IM program with no complaints. Then pointed out that really, I was expecting her to find something to complain about me over, because I had caught her doing something really stupid and she didn’t like it.
What did she do? Well, she’s a person who has filled out a bazillion access requests over the last two years or so (and so should know better) and she sent me a request for what amounted to full read/write/delete on the entire production environment for a new contractor. Then when I denied it, she asked how the person could get ‘read’ access to everything. :rolleyes: (I dunno, be a DBA? Because otherwise, you’re not getting it.) My response was to explain just how large the environment is (non-snarky) and ask her to be more specific about what this person really needed.
Yeah, the Big Boss just could not understand why I wouldn’t want Mo’Powah, Mo’Bux, Mo’Heartburn. According to The Amurr’can Dream, I was supposed to jettison all my values for a “Supervisor” title and a primo parking spot.
Humorous epilog: The morning I went back to my old job (handy that even though they hired two people to do it, they had both crashed and burned and quit) it took the boss a whole nanosecond before he called the accountant at home to cut my pay back to my original level. But he never thought to change my title back. A week later my business cards finally arrived with “Creative Supervisor” on them. And that’s what my resume says to this day.
There’s no logical world in which I should be prepping premeds on the MCAT instead of prelaws on the LSAT. My numbers have suffered. My boss chews me out regularly because my numbers have suffered.
Moving me back to teaching primarily LSAT is something that no one seems to think is a reasonable solution.
Oh my Lord and Sonny Jesus, shut up shut up SHUT UP! You have been nattering on nonstop since seven o’clock in the og-damned morning! You have in that time said absolutely nothing of substance. You are being entirely too loud, too judgemental, and too fucking stupid to be on the front desk where the customers can hear us!
You know what? I hope one of them does hear you make one of your little judgemental comments about them and calls you out on it. I hope they demand to speak to a manager about the way you run your fucking mouth and I hope you get in trouble. In fact, I bet you will because your 90-day review is coming up and I know you’re going to get your ass chewed about your attitude.
Only thirty more minutes I have to be here with this bitch and then I’m on my well-earned for today only weekend.
