Being passive-aggressive would be sitting back and acting like everything’s fine and then jumping down their throats as soon as they try to go through with it. You’ve just been (seemingly unwillingly and unhappily) playing shitty office politics.
Corporate lingo moment – today a guy was making a presentation and he said that instead of “reactive response” we will be the organization that “proactively responds”.
IDK, English is not my 1st language but isn`t responding almost interchangeable with reacting – he could’ve said “responsive reaction”; i.e. you cannot proactively respond - can you “proactively prespond*****”? So, not only did he 1st use tautology, he then used oxymoron?
Was my chuckle justified?
- not a word but still
Absolutely justified. The idiot’s just spewing meaningless buzzwords.
Please hang on as the absent-minded asshole distinguished linguistics professor can’t figure out how it’s possible for the same arrangement of letters to have two unrelated meanings!
But then, I’ve watched him have a couple of mini-strokes. I’m sure he used to be smarter.
Later in the day he will write an email to management about how incompetent and unreliable I am.
If he’s mini-stroking in front of you, you should probably report that to HR. *If *you know what I mean.
At this point, I think I’d be at flat-out passive. I’d make “Whatever” my new mantra.
Gee, I’m so glad I made all that trouble about not killing myself at work; I was only expected to 95% kill myself today, instead of 100%. Got the cold pack on my back, soon to be followed by the heating pad. I’ve come to the conclusion that I hate this fucking contract, and therefore it will never be over.
Dammit Work-From-Home-Guy, I AM NOT YOUR GODDAMN SECRETARY. I’m used to this guy calling to get me to look up part numbers, or whether we’ve sent certain reports to customers, but today’s call pissed me off. Since he doesn’t like driving over an hour to his office to look things up, he decided that it would be a great idea to make copies of the documents he needed on a regular basis. Apparently, however, he ony made copies of parts of these documents…his call today was to get me to go in search of some massive, hundreds of pages long report to make copies of four pages. He was not able to give me a report number, author, or any other information…but he seems to think he knows exactly what pages he needs! :mad: And based on the information he’s describing, this report probably dates back to the mid '70’s or so…the information in it applied to the originally supplied component, and in general does not apply to the things we sell now. I have no idea why he wants this information; I’m not entirely sure he understands either.
Are you in a position to tell him in a polite and businesslike manner to fuck off and do his own goddamned work? “I’d love to help with that, but I’m afraid I’m working on Project X.”
For the love of god, stop fucking blindly returning calls. If you don’t know who called you from the number, don’t just call it back. Stop and check your voicemails, your emails, etc. If it was important, the person will have left you what we call “contact information.” That way, you don’t call me and announce, “Someone called me from this number.” Newsflash, you retard, I’m not psychic, I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know who might have called you. Just check your fucking messages so you can call them back directly, or at least have a fucking name to ask for.
See, caller ID is a scourge on humanity, just like I predicted.
Heh - I basically told a co-worker today that I’m not her mother, and I’m not at work just to clean up after her. I thought that someone else had left the boxes out in the aisle of the file room where I work, and was ranting about them when I found out it was her who had just left them there. Hee hee. I feel so guilty about that. 
ETA: This is the same woman who told me that she puts the boxes back on the shelf in any order she feels like; she doesn’t care if she puts them back in order or not. Jerk.
That’s pretty much what I’m going to tell him. He really shouldn’t have all those uncontrolled documents anyway.
He dropped a new one today: he knows I’m in the process of writing a report regarding a certain part, and is now demanding to see a “rough draft” of the report before it goes through engineering review. Did I mention that this guy is in sales? Yeah, I’ll let him see the report…right after my supervisor signs off on it. 
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Only a week. Doesn’t seem too stale.
High ticket in work queue this morning. “Labels printing upside down on paper.”
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I’m trying to hold tight till I go into labor. I’m 36 weeks pregnant tomorrow… if only the new board member can suppress his desire to patent everything under the sun for another month, I’ll be able to coast…
Till then, I’m getting through weekly meetings using a combination of hypnobabies and Lamaze breathing.
Suggested solution: stand on head.
1.) I get a panicked call from one of my people this morning who’s at another office.
2.) She’d asked someone in that office to help her reserve some meeting spaces, but they never got around to it, so could I please take care of it.
3.) I open up the meetings and… there are already rooms reserved.
4.) After missing my initial (immediate) calls, she calls me back and says thanks.
5.) She calls me back *again *and says that the rooms don’t have the A/V equipment she wanted (a large monitor for her laptop).
6.) I call our meeting services group at that office, because we’re down to an hour before the meeting, to see what they have available.
7.) The woman gives me the name of a room that has the monitor and is open all day… but then tells me to just reserve it through the usual system. (When the system itself tells you to call meeting services this close to the meeting time. :rolleyes: Whatever, lazy.)
8.) I look for the meeting room in the list of options… and I see that it doesn’t appear to have the requested monitor, either.
9.) I call back meeting services and get a different person, and I ask her to confirm that the recommended room has a monitor. Her listing, like mine, doesn’t show one.
10.) Sooooo I pick another room that is listed as having a monitor and reserve it for the two meetings.
That’s at least three people I’m annoyed by. Possibly just two if my person didn’t tell the admin reserving the rooms what she actually needed, in which case it wouldn’t be the admin’s fault.
I am on holidays this week, that I have to take before the end of March. I have only worked here since September so I should be thankful I get holidays. People with more seniority have booked the whole month of March off, so I don’t get to take the time in March. This week. End of story.
I don’t want them. I have 8 hours of reading to do before a course next week and some of them require me reading things I cannot take home from work. So I will go in on Saturday to read them.
I didn’t get to do the reading last week because some of my staff, who are in their 50s and 60s are fighting like teenieboppers who wore the same t shirt and I had to have meetings with HR and unions and things. When I get back next Friday I will have a buttload of work waiting.
I like the vacation time, especailly since I have a head cold today, but I wish I could just roll it over and take it in April.
How well do you get along with your manager, or whomever would approve your vacation time? There may be no *official *way to roll over your vacation to April, but if your manager likes you, it’s possible that you could record the vacation time this month for one or more days when you’re actually in the office working, and then actually take the days in April, when you can afford the breathing space.
Good thinking, and my manager actually thought of that. On the other hand, she has HER marching orders from the regional office. Also" she figures I need “a break from the romper room” for a week. Her exact words.
I love my boss. She is awesome.
Oh and Shot from Guns, your situation would have me banging my head against a wall for the pure relief from the meeting room situation.
Nothing will make or break a job like the quality of the person you report to. A good manager can make a toxic situation tolerable; and a bad manager can turn a fun office unbearable. Glad you got one of the former!