Aww, shucks, you guys …
Another happy birthday wish to you, digs.
Now that I’m heading into my last week of work here, I’m looking on some of the things that encouraged me to leave with bemusement rather than fear, anger, and depression. The most current outrage involves a credit card verification system we are using for a very small part of our program. First off, I do not understand why the vendor we are using for this part of our program can’t use the CC verification system we already use for everything else, but the vendor claims his software can’t handle it. OK, fine, whatever.
What’s caused the big kerfuffle has been the stone wall thrown up by our accountant. All of the rest of us laid the groundwork, put together the necessary documentation, and signed the paperwork for the verification system. All that’s left is one signature from the accountant. And despite pleading from me, the director in charge of the project, the VP, the EVP, and even the CEO, he refuses to sign and has thrown up every excuse in the book.
–“I can’t sign this, the attorney says we need a separate contract for this.” “No, the attorney did not say that and we do not need a separate contract.”
–“I wasn’t told about this project and all the details.” “We met with you two weeks ago and told you all the details of the project.” “I didn’t know I needed to sign anything.” “You’re the person who keeps saying we can’t sign it on our own.”
–“I can’t sign this, I don’t know about liability issues because I don’t have a contract.” “We don’t need a separate contract and the liability issues are covered in the contract with the vendor.”
–“I don’t like it when I’m kept out of the loop on things and then told to sign something.” “We’ve told you all the details of the project from day one. And, again, you’re the one demanding to sign it.”
–“Are you sure we don’t need a separate contract for this? I think I’m going to call the attorney.” “Well go ahead, the attorney is going to say the same thing she’s always said.”
–“If we don’t need a separate contract for this why do I have to sign this?” “Because it’s an authorization form attesting that the information we’re sending them is correct. I have to sign authorization forms pretty much every day attesting the veracity of info, this is no different.”
And on and on and on. The funny thing is, I used to work with this guy’s wife and she would probably sign her own death warrant if someone asked her to do it.
I walked into the washroom at work (single-toilet room) and it stank. I lifted up the toilet lid and there was an unflushed turd in there! I fled the washroom, hoping nobody would think I did it. :mad:
Come on, flush the toilet! It’s not like it’s broken or anything. :mad:
So did you flush it? If not, why not?
I dunno, I guess I don’t like flushing other people’s shit. I just went to another washroom. It had been flushed away when I later went back into the first washroom.
You had already touched the toilet by lifting the lid, what difference would it make to then flush the damn thing? Seems odd to me, I guess.
Looking back, I think I was also afraid that the toilet might’ve actually been broken, and then if I flushed it, the shit would still be there, and people might think I did it. I dunno. At least that doesn’t happen often at work.
I suspect what happened was that someone had a flush-defying log. At any rate, I’ve flushed many a poo not my own with no ill effects. It’s a bathroom and people go there to poop. NBD.
If it won’t go down the first flush, throw a lot of toilet paper over the top of it, let that soak up water, and then flush.
Was it a floater or a sinker?
Holy god, man, are you trying to get a clogged toilet overflowing all over the floor! :eek:
I don’t envy you your hassle, that’s for sure. I do frequently count my lucky stars that I’m not in a position with more responsibility and hassle and less reward, or god forbid, working retail.
There is one significant drawback to my job, though, and that’s the high likelihood of my clients passing away. It’s happened to at least two just in the last few months. Keeping enough emotional distance to avoid being broken by it will be difficult. It’s an unavoidable thing, though, considering my client base is elderly and most likely at or near the end of their strength given that the whole point of my project is that they can’t do their own gardening any more. Several of them so far have come into the project in what amounts to palliative care, or nearly.
Oh well. Hazard of the job, I suppose.
Hey hey, not THAT much toilet paper…
Our warehouse has two different inventories, each in a separate part of the building. One is a traditional inventory – it’s where things for customers are stored. The other is a sort of temporary storage area; if a part is awaiting testing, or the warehouse people aren’t quite sure what to do with it, it ends up here. I had to track down a part today that didn’t have a very clear status – I wasn’t entirely sure if it was still in limbo, or if it had been returned to the actual inventory.
I quickly found out that both inventories use identical labeling systems for the rows and shelves. :smack:
I have nothing to complain about today. I just wanted to pop in and say that I am about 1/4 of the way through my student teaching right now, and except for being flat-ass broke because I am not getting paid, it is the single greatest thing that I could have ever done (professionally speaking).
And I just LOVE sending random emails to former coworkers to let them know how happy I am with my life right now. (Yes, I know it’s not-so-secretly bitchy. No, I don’t care. And yes, I am legitimately happy.)
That’s great, rockle. I’m glad to hear it. 
Wait, what? The inventory system doesn’t identify rooms as well? That’s insane.
I’m working from a friend’s home for a couple of weeks. It seems as though I trust my minion’s judgment more than he does. Today, he called me about decisions he’s been making for a year because that’s his job. Once I knew I could trust him to do it right, I stopped checking his work unless he asked.
I don’t know if he’s lonesome and wanting to talk (which is fine, he can call me any time for that), but he really doesn’t need to call me to ask if he should use petty cash to buy more coffee because we are running low.
He certainly didn’t need to call back 10 minutes later to ask if he could do it on company time. Part of his job is to do that sort of thing on company time. He’s my minion, its part of his job to deal with coffee emergencies.
I don’t care that he’s the only one who will be drinking the coffee for the next couple of weeks, a coffee emergency is important and needs to be dealt with right away.
Where I work, coffee emergencies can result in riots. The area of the building where our coffeepot lives is being remodeled, and at some point the coffeepot is going to have to be moved. I’m not sure how we’ll survive.
I have eye-rolls. Lots and lots of eye-rolls. I’ve had times where I’ve rolled my eyes so hard, I’m surprised I didn’t sprain something.
The latest: my supervisor had to go out of town unexpectedly on a day when we were having a big meeting. About a half hour before the meeting, I found out that:
- She hadn’t arranged for the equipment we needed for this meeting,
- The room was too small, and
- We couldn’t make conference calls from that room.
The whole point of this meeting was a web conference with an outside vendor, so we ended up cancelling the meeting, about 30 minutes before it was supposed to start.
I don’t think our department head would believe anything negative about my supervisor. She also doesn’t deal well with problems, and it’s more the type of situation where I would be seen as the troublemaker. And I don’t want her job—we do different types of work. Basically I have no way to move up, which isn’t really a good thing.
I appreciate everyone’s good advice, and I’m going to try the tactic of emailing her to confirm what she wants me to do. That way she’ll have the chance to tell me to do it a different way if she changes her mind, and I’ll have a paper (email?) trail. One of the big problems is, she’ll change her mind about how she wants something done, but she won’t tell me. I guess she just expects me to read her mind and know what she’s thinking. So then she gets upset because I didn’t do what she wanted me to do, when she never told me that was what she wanted me to do.
I work in a warehouse that runs 24/7. As a safety incentive, the supervisors promised a pizza party if we went a full quarter without a time-loss injury. We’ve gone nearly six months. They’re throwing the party this coming Wednesday when the fewest people are on the schedule. I’m one of the people who has Wednesday off. I am vegetarian, so I probably wouldn’t eat any pizza anyway, but I think giving the crew their reward on a day when most people aren’t working is a shitty thing to do.
Do you think this was deliberate or just poorly planned? Either way, it’s not much of a reward.