Look co-worker. You’re here until 4pm, then I’m alone after that. Did you ever think that I might want to make sure to use the restroom before you leave? Hmmm??? Because it seriously pisses me off when EVERY MOTHERFUCKING DAY, you disappear into the restroom yourself somewhere around 3:45-3:50pm for the entire last 10-15 minutes of your shift.
Count yourself lucky I’m not your manager, or we’d have a serious (disciplinary) discussion about this sort of thing.
Oh, and when I take lunch before you, don’t complain when I sometimes get back at noon - because every place you want to go is swamped - because when you take lunch before me, you INTENTIONALLY work to end your lunch at exactly noon because “it makes it easier to remember when I have to be back”. :rolleyes:
In a lot of physical pain right now, so I’m a bit bitchy.
Well, I just meant that I impressed them with knowing the whole alphabet (the bar isn’t terribly high for temps), but yes, I do know how to file all those things.
I also made an impression as a temp in a filing position. They made me an offer for a full-time job as a filer. This was about 15 or so years ago. I declined the offer, felt I was too old to be a filer.
Then I had another temp job as a filer and the drawers were so tightly filled with thin papers that I had to jam my fingers in there and got paper cuts on the daily. Hated that assignment!!
You know, I don’t even care as long as “Mc” and “Mac” are filed in the correct approximate location in the file room. I can understand, say, “McDonald” and “MacDonald” getting mixed up in there. But our bozo filing guy would put BOTH files under “D.” Which I think all of us AND our adorable children would recognize is kookoonuts.
(FTR, I’d probably find “de la Cruz” under “Z” in our file room. I’m scared to go look.)
Those Women are the ones who have known the owners (in this case, four brothers) since they were wee bairns, or even since before all of them were born. She was the company’s first employee; she’s been watching the comings and goings for decades, and can get away with adressing Mr Jones, the CEO, as Bobby. She refuses to use several of the company’s key pieces of software, but she gets away with it because, hey, Bobby would be upset if anybody proposed taking disciplinary measures against her and when Bobby gets upset the person who upset Bobby is in Trouble.
Whenever there is something the Controller (Int’l.) can’t find because it still hasn’t been processed because it’s in Her inbox, he reminds himself that “at least she alphabetizes her inbox properly”.
After several companies where things could be filed under I if Inc., B if Bros. or C if Coop., that is quite a positive trait to have.
SHUT UP. Yes, I know I have gotten several packages over the last few days. SHUT UP. This is because I got my Christmas Club money and have started my holiday shopping. SHUT UP. I have my stuff delivered to work because IT’S ALLOWED, my neighbors are thieves, IT’S ALLOWED, both my husband and my daughter are “peekers” who know where I hide all the presents, and IT’S ALLOWED. SHUT UP. I don’t need to answer any of your questions about what, why, or who regarding my deliveries, and you shouldn’t even be asking them. SHUT UP. Just put the stuff in my mailbox or bring them to my desk or call me and let me know they’re here and SHUT UP.
Your big fat stupid mouth is the reason why nobody ever invites you to anything. SHUT UP.
I’m convinced that IT departments use Magic 8 balls to determine who gets promoted and into management, and who doesn’t.
I got promised a promotion, then my boss’s boss (“M”) left the company, and the Wicked Witch CIO shit-canned my boss (“J”) because he spoke too truthfully and didn’t kow-tow to her (“M” and “J” were a real team; the more candor the better).
So not only did I not get promoted, when the Wicked Witch brought in a new clown to replace “M”, this asshole moved me into a technical position and proceeded to try and put me out to pasture because he brought in his own people to be management over the rest of us peons.
My job is a 9-5 type job. But, we are allowed to work anywhere from 5a-6p. Sometimes, because I work from home and run errands, etc., I don’t get 8 hours in and want to work past 6p in order to do so. But I tell myself, no, that wouldn’t be fair, if there’s no work to do. If it’s after 6p, then there is no chance that anyone else is working and would be in need of my assistance. So I end up using PTO.
Lately, my co-worker who usually starts work at 5a, has started to work earlier sometimes. Like at 2a, 3a. There is no one else in the company who is on at that time, AFAIK. I’m pretty sure she has no work to do, so isn’t that like working for Starbucks, and going and sitting in the parking lot before your shift and claiming to be working? Well, this morning, I log on at 7:00, and she tells me she is off in an hour!! She started at 12:30??? Are you kidding me?
I don’t know if our boss would go for that if he knew. Very strange and yes, I’ll say it, very questionable…
Yup, been driven out of a couple of places because someone got promoted or brought in and decided to force out existing people so they could hire their cronies.
Decided that if I ever owned a company and saw that sort of thing happening, I’d stroll down and fire that manager on the spot. I’d also make it part of New Manager Training. “You were hired to manage the existing team. We are not a club house for your friends. If you try to drive people away to hire your friends, or if you try to fill all your future openings with those friends, I will fire both them and you and start over.”
Wow. My boss just told me to tell everyone that I’m working a half day today. Does that mean that co-worker should tell us that she started work at midnight and will be off before some of us even get logged in for the day? Or tell us that she’s not ever coming into the office ever again? Hmmmmm.
At least he doesn’t open the boxes before notifying you that you have a package…every time I’ve had something shipped to my workplace (product samples, replacement parts, etc…nothing personal), the box shows up in my office with the top slashed open and the contents spilling out. I think the people in receiving pretty much work on auto-pilot though; they just open the boxes and figure out where stuff goes later.
