If he lives in an apartment building where there are shared washers and dryers he probably doesn’t want to abandon his clothes for the day. Note that I am NOT defending him; just explaining the rationale behind not just using another set of clothes.
Same guy I talked about before just addressed himself in a reply to an email. “Hi Robert,” Bob wrote, and then launched into his point.
No one else on the team is named Robert or Bob or anything close to it. And no one else in the entire email chain had even strung together the letters “Hi Robert,” before then, so it couldn’t have been simply a sloppy reply formatting job.
My SO wants me to move desks because he says this is how serial killers start off.
My minion just eloped. I’m really, REALLY ticked off about this. When I got married, minion got to buy a cake and have an office party. Minion just went off and got married with no party or cake or anything.
So have one when he gets back. Better yet, make it a surprise party, particularly if he hates surprises.
When he gets back, present him with a cake that has little plastic wasps on top. 
Spaz, you owe me a new keyboard. Wife wondered what that noise was…
Or real ones. 
My work here is done.
BWHAHAHAHAHA!!! I am SO going to do that 
I didn’t find any wasps, but would bees work?
Dude, you’re a senior member of this group! Why is it that most of the documents I have to send back for a signature come from you? For the second time in as many days, I had to return a very important document because you forgot to sign the thing. No telling how many others at my level have to return your documents because you forgot to sign 'em. Maybe notifiying your supervisor will help you remember.
I had a Very Bad Night last night but my supervisor is back in the office today and will probably want to go over my yearly performance review. Of the worst year of my life. I’m puffy faced and under slept and frankly partially bc I was worrying about this, which turned into a glorious downward spiral of sleeplessness.
I’m going to go wash my hair and put on my happy face, and we’ll see how today goes, I guess.
Best of luck, purplehorseshoe, and anyone who doesn’t treat you kindly today will have US to deal with. GRR.
The interview for the job down south is on Thursday and thanks to my condition I am in epic panic meltdown mode. If I can just make it to the interview (thanks to the weather) and if I can just get from the hotel to the interview building (the person who was supposed to be my point person for parking passes and the like isn’t returning phone calls) then I might be OK. But instead I feel like I’m being kicked in the head repeatedly. Ugh. 
I have to work tomorrow and already have a nasty case of the Don’t Wannas. For some reason this project has had me running QC on the client’s QC people (who were supposed to be my direct clients and to run QC on me) and on our own logistics people (“Mary is the best” my left buttcheek; they’ve created upwards of 30 interfaces and had never run a test involving anything other than “a single box containing a single product” - as soon as quality and production started doing things we started finding errors in those interfaces); we’ve had these auditors who hadn’t even read the standard they were supposed to apply and who kept asking us for definitions, not to make sure that we knew what we were saying, but because they didn’t. Really, you don’t know what a “sample” is? Or a “batch”? I’d say you’ve got to be kidding me but no, apparently it’s possible to get a college degree in a scientific discipline without knowing that.
Three weeks to go, then I get to bitch about a new job 
ETA: sends Cognoscant one of those padded helmets used in boxing and kickboxing
I heard back…and even they’re concerned about the weather. So at least they’ll be sympathetic if I’m stuck–I know some companies wouldn’t be as much. Crisis averted.
Performance review scheduled for 90 mins. from now. I made a lighthearted joke to my supervisor when she added it to our calendar, like, “Haha, should I be up all night worrying haha… ?” and she was all “Nooooo, I’m always pretty laid-back about these things.”
We’ll see.
In the meantime, long story short we received some pictures that are too small for the rigid website template we use. I politely asked if the client had larger versions and, if not, she can select from our lovely selection Vanna White arm sweep of charming stock images.
Response: “I do not know how to get a bigger picture?”
:smack:
A teammate suggested I tell her to get a bigger camera.
I got a nice review! 
But I gotta bitch about something, so: what’s worse? That a guy who sits near me came in with pinkeye … or the fact that he was shocked (SHOCKED!) to learn it’s contagious, and was genuinely hurt and perplexed when we started telling him to go the hell back home. (He didn’t.) I just made the sign of the cross with my fingers crying out, “Unclean! UNCLEAN!” and then hoped to hell he’s not a chronic eye-rubber.
Not all versions of conjunctivitis are contagious. But I’d bet that way just to be safe. Scrub the hell out of everything with the best cleansers you have, too.
Yay!
Boo. Do you not have the internet in your office, so he could google Pinkeye and see how contagious it is? What a maroon! (A quick google search gives the result of, yes, it is highly contagious.)