I am a man and I work in an office (small office) with 6 women ranging from 21 to 60.
Every fucking day I have to hear about how cold it is in the summer, and how they can’t waer their summer fucking clothes, and how it’s bullshit.
Then in the winter, it’s too fucking warm and they can’t wear their fancy winter sweaters.
I can’t wear shorts to the office, so I am usually hot. (Men are restricted to polo or dress shirts and long pants, which pisses me off when it is 99 in August outside and Little Miss Shorty Skirt is running around the office in her flip-flops bitching about how cold it is in here…“Brrrrr it feels like a meat locker”…) I am usually hot anyway, but the office is almost always a “comfortable” 72-75 degrees.
One day it’s too hot, the next day it’s too cold, according to these bitchers.
Shit. I am so glad Busybody and her minion are out of the office today. I just found out why their sales are failing: they are somehow (whether willfully or because of complete cluelessness) missing approximately 5,000 leads they could be contacting in just one department. They’re contacting less than 1/3 of the referrals from that department than they’re supposed to.
This is just fantabulous. They kept bitching and bitching that they had slow sales. “Marketing just isn’t doing anything,” they claimed. Then when I brought them recommendations, they refused to implement them. So I talked to my bossy (also Busybody’s boss) and his boss and they asked me to do some statistical analysis of where are sales are and where they should be. Conclusion: Either Busybody and her minion are extraordinarily lazy, controlling bitches, have some sort of concern they’ve so far failed to voice or are stupider than I thought.
Now I have to send my findings up the chain. Monday will suck.
And the space heaters. Don’t forget the battle of the space heaters. Tiny girl (nice but completely useless in her job) and menopausal over controlling admin assistant who secretly runs the whole place share adjoining cubicals. Tiny Girl has a fucking quilt and a space heater at her cubical, and Admin Ass. (Don’t get me wrong, I get along fine with her, I just don’t trust her…) walks around with a beet red faceand sweat stains under her pits. they have built a wall of file cabinets between them to sort of climate control the area. It looks hideous and I am not sure what Head Office would think of all the tiny space heaters plugged in around the place.
We have a freezer that stays at -40 all the time. If you are so damn hot go hang out there for a while.
Space heaters have been banned at my workplace due to the risk of fire.
As a female in an otherwise all-male department, I have found it’s in my best interests to dress just like the guys…khakis and polos in the summer, cords and sweaters in the winter. I’m always amused by the ladies from the other side of the building floating through our department in their wispy skirts and fancy tops as they complain about how cold it is.
My office used to be hot in winter - leading to short sleeves inside - and cold in summer. Now it’s just cold year-round, as our thermostat doesn’t work and it blows cold air regardless of what’s done to it. Meanwhile, an unused office in our suite has a properly working thermostat - sometimes we try to crank the heat and leave the door open, but it really doesn’t work.
Sold out means we do not have any rooms available even if you are a brand card member and want to throw your weight around. If you are willing to build additional rooms onto the buildling, maybe you can stay. But they have to be up to code and they have to match the decorating scheme of all the other rooms, down to the tiniest detail.
No we do not have a list of people to call if there are cancellations. You do realize that if we did have such a list, you would be at the bottom and still roaming around shit-out-of-lucksville, right? Especially since people have until 6 tonight to cancel? Yeah, nothing to build any solid plans around.
I am not being hostile just because I’m telling you something you don’t want to hear. We are SOLD OUT. If you wanted to stay the whole weekend, you should have booked it. The fact that you couldn’t should have told you we were SOLD OUT TONIGHT and don’t have any more rooms that we can possibly shove you into. There’s a dumpster out back you can sleep in if you’re that desperate.
Oh, and people holding a bluegrass festival this weekend, thanks for the heavy advertising campaign alerting locals to the fact that there’s a bluegrass festival this weekend. It really doesn’t help us at all when people ask why it’s suddenly so busy on a February weekend and we can’t find anything going on other than a craft show and a few small concerts. We had to have one of our affiliates do a detailed search through the bowels of small-print scheduling at another hotel to find out there was a festival this weekend. There was nothing in any of the local papers about it until yesterday when the festival started.
YES. I want this engraved on bronze plaques above every cell phone store on this planet. People who do this are idiots. Business people who do this to other businesses are fucking idiots.
My husband’s company does a lot of things very well (employee-owned and operated), but I recall a couple of years ago (it was probably late 2008 when all the fiscal shit hit the global fan) when they reduced Christmas bonuses because of the financial state of affairs. The dividends came out in February of 2009, and the company apparently did not take much of a hit in 2008. They either think people don’t notice when they’re lied to, or they don’t think people will remember. Jim and I just make it our basic policy to never trust an employer, and that seems to work fairly well.
How do some people keep their jobs? I work with a woman who I consider a good friend, but as a coworker she sucks ass. She leaves for a large chunk of the day, saying she is making her time back up, but I know she just leaves her computer on. How do I know this? She’s told me she puts a book on the space bar and lets it go. Come Friday, she shuts down at 11am, trying to say she’s done her 40. Bullshit. She’s proud, PROUD, of the fact that she doesn’t do any proactive work. It allows her to come out okay when the sups run reports for handling our cases timely. Of course she’s handling them timely because she isn’t doing a shittin’ thing! She constantly asks how to do simple things and snips at me when I say “It’s in the manual”. She laughed when she was locked out of her computer due to not docking it in office for 60 days. Two full months of not bothering to drag her ass into the office. She gets people in office to do stuff for her, or she blows it off. When her clients bitch, she blows them off.
In some ways I’m glad that she spends a large chunk of the day away, so I don’t have to deal with her. Then I feel guilty, because I know I’m one the few friends she has.
Her supervisor is pretty easy going, so I know she will not get hit for lack of work, against the rules internet streaming, lack of client responses unless someone says something to her, and I do not want to be the person who does that. On the other hand, I work for a micromanaging bitch. I have received snottygrams reminding me that to be considered an optimal drone, I cannot have worklists more than 10 days old. So what if the worklists I have that are older than 10 days are populated automatically and I can do nothing with them. I have asked wtf I’m supposed to do with them - she doesn’t know. Why doesn’t she know? Because she has no clue what we do. Before being promoted to supervisor, all she did was scan applications. But I still get dinged.
And some side notes to clients, just because I’m cranky:
*No, we cannot just go pick him/her up and throw him/her in jail because they’re a month behind.
*If you don’t like our timelines, file your own damn motion. The courts are not sacred, they’re for the people.
*You chose to have a child with a gang banger / party boy(or girl) / felon / person of diminished capacity. Why are you shocked that she/he is not in compliance with your court order?
*I hate to tell you this, but nothing is an emergency. Seriously. And, when you call 10 times in as many minutes, demanding a call “RIGHT NOW OR I’M CALLING YOUR BOSS!” but don’t bother to leave any id’ing info or phone number? Good luck with that.
*No, just because you don’t like the other party you cannot terminate your parental rights.
SpazCat, I work in the reservations office for a ski resort. This is a big weekend for skiing, as all the kids are out of school Monday, if not for the entire week – no fair, I never got a winter break, lucky little bastards.
Oh do I feel your pain. The hotels are sold out. Yes, both of them. No, I don’t have any rooms at the Inn (The second of our two hotels.) There are no goddamned rooms at the fucking Inn or the Lodge tomorrow night. Call somebody else. You really think I’d say call elsewhere if I had a fucking room?
FUCK!
Thank God(dess) I’m off until Tuesday now, when the rush is over…
I’m feeling your pain, SpazCat and whiterabbit. Nope, we really are sold out. There are no more rooms available in this area. Nearest room that I can find is about 15 miles from here, in a little town off the beaten path. Nope, really - I got nothing.
Also? Housekeeper calling at 11:15 pm to let me know that you won’t be in tomorrow, or ever again? On a sold-out weekend? Thanks. Classy of you.
MissTake, I suggest when you quit or retire, you do what I always told my ex to do. You don’t have to do it to a real client, but on your last day as you are leaving, pick up the phone and yell:
I’m always amused by the ladies from the other side of the building floating through our department in their wispy skirts and fancy tops as they complain about how cold it is.
