She’s exaggerating more than a little, actually, and doing it to poke me, to boot <makes a face at Boggette>. I left only one thing that had to be done after trying like hell to get it done by COB Thursday, and it wasn’t my fault it wasn’t done before then.
I went alone to the midnight showing. I’d have asked her to go; but ever since she’s had two kids, she’s gotten kinda boring about doing things like that. And I’ll be doing it again NEXT YEAR. So there!
Well, my jaw just dropped. I don’t think I’ve ever* chimed in on an interpersonal issue here, and then had the “other party” show up! Or even be a doper.
Well, you caught me trying to get Boggette to stand up for herself (and, yeahhhh, bad-mouthing you…). Glad to hear you didn’t dump a whole day’s work on her and run off with your ‘funner’ friends.
But now you owe her one, and hey, Boggsy! Take Morgyn up on going out. Make her take you to a movie, or out for a drink. Parental types have to make an effort to hang out with adults and have fun.
*And I’ve been sticking my nose into other dopers’ business since late '99…
It’s alright, digs. There’s no actual issue, here. She only posted that to tease me.
I’m trying to think of a suitable revenge. 
So… then I don’t get to have my undies in a bundle?
But I 'spose, if I didn’t like that bundled feel, I wouldn’t be refreshing all my “Pit” windows every hour all weekend…
You could always get your knickers in a twist, instead.
New employee at another institution: I know you’re new, but it should have taken you much less time to notice that no one else on the conference call was making little comments of acknowledgement after every point made in the webinar presentation. In fact, for once, just about everyone else had their line muted. Which just left you making little “uh huh” “yes” etc. comments until you finally got the clue.
Huh…that made me think about the people where I work who insist on acknowledging every point on each safety meeting slide with something along the lines of “yes it is” or “that’s right”…I wonder if that’s the only way they can stay awake.
Nah, they’re just narcissists who need to make it all about them.
I get needing to stay awake, but do that with a muted line.
At least they had a web portion where everyone’s names were listed, so they didn’t have to take attendance - unlike the last call, where there were a couple dozen interruptions of boo-doop “Who just joined?” (repeat ad nauseum)
On our last conference call our COO was scheduled for a 45 minute presentation. News of which was met with much wailing and gnashing of teeth because said COO is notorious for random outbreaks of “umm, uhh”.
Prior to the meeting I downloaded a click counter app for my phone.
The final tally? 121 umms or uhhs in 45 minutes.
Where’s the stabby smiley?
In the continuing saga of the website that doesn’t like people, I received an email from a site that’s unable to log in . I sent an email asking what OS and browser she’s using. The response? “WINDOWS 10. We have been using JAVA.”. I have this sinking feeling this is going to be a gotomeeting issue. I hate gotomeeting sessions.
Windows 10?! Does Microsoft know about it?
I’m half-tempted to email and ask if they’ve put the start menu back in yet.
“I’m sorry, but we are unable to provide support for Windows 10 since it has not been developed yet. Please contact Microsoft. They may be interested in an advance copy of a product they likely have not even started designing yet.”
Hehe, this is bringing up horrible memories of my computer-illiterate co-worker. She somehow got convinced that Internet Explorer is called Java. So when she got notifications that Java needed to be updated the IT guy had to physically come to our office to update it (she doesn’t trust him and insists on ‘supervising’ any work he does on her machine).
She hit the roof when she saw that he was using Firefox to download the latest version of Java. Nothing the poor IT guy said would calm her down, and she didn’t stop complaining about it for a week. I had to go to HR after the fact to make sure that my co-workers complaints didn’t get put on our IT guy’s record.
Naturally the entire incident ‘proved’ to my co-worker that out IT guy is a lazy, stupid, know-nothing who will have to be watched even closer whenever her machine needs work:smack:.
Who else here has had to explain the difference between an email address and a website address i.e. you cannot email www.google.com … and you cannot go to name@whatevz.com in your browser (whether or not you have Java :D)?
I think big honkin’ steaks are in order.
I was supposed to have a half day that day. The boss was late sending me the assignment. Seems he’s in the hospital and on meds and had the audacity to not be online to send it to me. Between her work and mine, I was forced (Forced, I say!) to work till 5 on a Friday. I’m full of woes.
Alarm went off this morning. Ugh. First rational thought was “Oh shit, it’s Monday” - meaning the realization was hitting me that it was only the first of five days in a row when that bastard would be waking me up. :smack:
As I’ve said before, you could pay me a million dollars a year and require no work except that I show up every morning, and throw in a daily blowjob, and I would still curse that alarm clock each and every day.
Oh, no, you’re not sucking me into your mythical relationship problems again…
Our Holiday Lunch was last week at a cheap steakhouse on the outskirts of the town next to where we work. An hour after we placed our orders, my half of the table still hadn’t been served…when the food finally arrived, I was only able to eat about half of it before we were dismissed to return to work. That was probably for the best…my chicken was burned beyond recognition on one side, the sweet potato was stringy (but otherwise cooked properly), and there was a slice of what appeared to be buttered, lightly toasted Wonderbread on the side. The salad bar and its huge bowl of iceberg lettuce didn’t offer much relief either. This restaurant was the site of a gastroenteritis outbreak earlier this year; I’m guessing that management has told the kitchen to just cook the hell out of all of the meat. Oh, and it turns out that management thought two waitresses would be sufficient for a party of 75 - 80 people. :rolleyes:
Last Thursday, I was told that one of our inspectors was being sent to a vendor on Monday to inspect some assemblies before their shipment to our facility. I had to drop everything to assemble a checklist and other paperwork for this guy, who needed this stuff before he left on Friday afternoon. Shortly before lunch on Friday, I was informed that the inspector would not be visiting the vendor after all, and that our company wasn’t interested in shipping the assemblies this year. Fine…I stopped work on the assemblies and focused on other budget-driven tasks. This afternoon, another inspector wandered into my office and announced, “Hey, I’m leaving for the vendor’s plant in 30 minutes…what am I supposed to be looking for on these assemblies?” :mad: Way to keep me in the loop, people.