Bwa-ha-ha-ha! **You **are awesome.
the speed of gossip is terrifying.
No, you.
Thanks for being a good example, the Raptor of The Workplace.
PLEASE tell us you snapped a photo before you ran screaming into the good night…
Alas, I did not. I wish I had, because that was possibly the highlight of my 10½ year career in that place.
You do have contact info for people there, right? So get someone to snap that pic and forward it 
I’m assuming that velociraptor will be up there for an epoch or two. Giving hope to generations of suffering minions.
In all seriousness, it’s pretty lame to superglue anything to a cubicle. Doing it on your way out may get you a bill for the damage. Although if you planned for that contingency, can afford to pay for it, and don’t mind the damage it could do to your professional reputation, then kudos.
<snerk>
In all seriousness, don’t be ridiculous.
Kudos.
Early this morning, I heard from a friend who still works in my old department that one of the longer-term employees had given notice today. (I asked how, as the manager typically isn’t in for another 2 hours…) He’s hoping it will be merely the next in a line of dominoes of people deciding to GTFO.
I flew into town last week after long travel delays for the interview. Didn’t make it to my hotel until past midnight, tried to get ready for 4 hours of interviews. I worked as hard as I could. I prepared man, I prepared like crazy. I knew where every interviewer went to college. I knew the sales figures going back five years and their planned figures for the next five. I smashed every question back at them like a tennis pro against a novice. I’ve never been so worn out after an interview. The hiring manager said he’d get back to me late this week about the next steps. He hinted I’d be talking to HR to talk about salary negotiations and to talk to a “real estate agent”, so that sounded awfully good.
The company called today. I guess Monday is late in the week. That was good news.
The bad news was that they wanted to call me in for yet another round of interviews. Five hours’ worth. And they wanted me to do it Friday. THIS Friday. Because I have this wealth of time I can just be disappeared from the office without anyone being suspicious. So I had to scramble to book a plane ticket that leaves at 5:30 am on Friday, gets in at 10:45, then jump in a rental car and drive to the interview location before 1 pm, then go through five hours of interviews straight through till 6.
If I do not get this job after this I am going to be SO FUCKING PISSED. I keep thinking, “there is no way they are going to fly me down here twice, spend over a grand on me, and hint at salary negotiations and then not hire me.” I mean, it can’t happen, I keep telling myself. But then they flopped on me, the hiring manager told me I’d be coming down to essentially seal the deal and then they refer to it as a “third round of interviews” with some of their top guys. So, I could see it happening too. All I can say is that if I don’t get the job I am going to be completely destroyed. Too much has gone on at this job and too much has gone on with my health. I’ve feared that something might tip me over the edge and this might be it.
Yes. I would give my left nut for a regularly paying job like that.
But not my right one. I need that one.
Cognoscant, I see some invasive medical tests that you can’t talk about Friday…
I doubt the company would bill me for the damage, and I don’t think that being slightly petty and vindictive on my way out the door will hurt my professional reputation any more than being associated with this particular company already has, especially since I’m completely changing careers. But this is actually a fair point. I don’t necessarily condone this sort of behavior as a general rule, but at the same time, I have zero regrets in this instance beyond not taking a picture. (I’ll admit that I have assholish tendencies from time to time, but I think that if you had actually been there, you might understand this particular act of civil disobedience.)
I can see the humor. But property damage is where I draw the line.
I was always the boring kid in school. Guess this is why!
Does it make you feel any better to know that these cube walls go beyond “institutional gray tweed-like fabric” into something more closely resembling “disgusting oatmeal-paste adjacent sort of burlap”? No?
Ah, I had a little more pressing matter that came up last night, namely that a close family member is dying. To be honest I don’t know if she’s going to make it to Friday. I don’t think anyone’s going to be arguing against me taking a personal day, especially as I have over 30 vacation days and 6 personal days floating around.
Well, work has become very boring/interesting this week. Boring in that none of “my” production units are running (I’m the process chemist). Interesting because of some rather hair-raising chemistry issues… and I’ve been learning all sorts of new stuff about oleum.
Last week’s subzero temps froze up the process water, and no one noticed there was no dilution water going into the sulfuric acid scrubber. They thought the pH probe readings were off because of the temp… not because the 96% sulfuric was being concentrated into 98%, 100%, 102%. Oops, now the oleum was subliming SO3 vapor… which froze up in the scrubber. And in the line to the sulfuric storage tank.
So that unit stopped last Wed, and it supplies the raw material for the next unit which stopped on Sat, and so on until everything was down yesterday. There is 300 ft of 1-1/2" pipe plugged with solid SO3. And they’re getting me a sample to find it’s melting point (pyrosulfuric acid has three polymorphs with wildly different melt points) and what it’s soluble in. This should be “fun”.
Relax. The paper will pull away from the superglue, leaving only glue chunks on the fabric. Maybe with small paper fragments stuck to them. Hardly end of the world stuff.