Seriously yummy. I’d recommend the un-battered version tho, they’re too crunchy for me.
Sounds like you need a lockable lunch bag. Sad but unless you have cameras, there’s no way of knowing who the thief is.
Doctoring a bottle with Picolax would leave a trail of evidence. Follow the brown footprints… 
Obvioulsy this would be dangerous and a good way of shortening your career. 
Man-traps are illegal. Although making a very spicy, super-salty sandwich is not. 
Or add a substantial amount of blue dye to a coke. The dark brown will cover the extra blue. Then just watch for the coworker with the telltale tongue.
… or listen for the person who poops and then goes, “What the he — ?”
My gripe: I work for someone who cannot pronounce the word editable. Our websites are not edible, ferchrissakes!
Or, maybe they are. The blue dye helps, I’m told.
Do you think you could get them to lick the monitor? It’s a scientific experiment.
I have a co-worker who cannot pronounce the word “variable” We offer fixed-rate products and variable-rate products. I’m not sure what a “variedible” policy is, but she seems to think we offer them. You’d think after having to explain to people multiple times what it is she’s saying she’d figure out that she’s pronouncing the word wrong. :smack:
One of my co-worker’s pronounces* supposedly* as supposably. Now the entire office pronounces it as supposably just to mock her. Her response has been “Oh, fuck off.”
We have two test environments based on the same server platform. We have explained this not less than 50 times (no exaggeration) to this one person who is singularly incapable of grasping that they might both be running on the same box.
He’s not in this particular office, but I haven’t been exactly quiet about asking HOW this guy still has a job. The most ardent defense of the man I’ve heard yet was a “Well, he tries” (in a “You and I both know he’s a moron” tone of voice).
The South of the Mason-Dixon version of that is “Bless his little heart.” I bless people on an average three times a day.
Since there’s been more than one complaint about habitual mispronunciations, I’d like to point out that there’s arecent threadabout that. In case you want more.
Subbed. I remember when I worked for other people. Smh
Today was a bad day at work.
Reason number 1: It’s Sunday, enough said.
Reason number 2: Stupid scheduling, which had the new person opening by herself-- I’m not sure what she spent the first two hours doing, but she was drowning when I got there.
Reason number 3: Member of management who decided today was a good day to be a busybody.
reason number 4: Other member of management who snapped at me (us) over failure to accomplish something that there were not enough hours in the day for.
Reason number 5: Other other member of management who thinks that one day’s training (tomorrow) will be enough to get new person properly trained.
Reason number 6: New person had to be the brains of her old department.
Reason number 7: New person is the mother of someone who was having a bad day, and kept bopping in to whine, complain, cry, and generally take all her mother’s attention. (in case it isn’t clear, this person is an adult).
I could come up with more reasons, but at some point it just becomes ridiculous.
Today wasn’t much better-- I hadn’t gotten all the way down to perky and peppy from cranky by the start of the work day.
And while most of the frustrations of yesterday weren’t really in existence today, I did have a member of management nitpick my uniform.
Where was my team spirit t-shirt?
So I ended up acquiring another t-shirt, just to make the manager happy, and possibly the bigwig who was coming to the store later (who probably didn’t see me, although I saw him, and if he did see me, there was bright t-shirt and not boring polo shirt sticking out from under my smock).
At least t-shirt was free. And now I have two! So I can always wear a t-shirt until the season for them runs out.
At the start of my contract, I realised that there was a lot being done on paper that would be better done on a spreadsheet. My colleague Mabel was having none of it. Any time you suggest an improvement, the response is a terse “I’m no interested.” And when I suggested that I had thought about replacing one of the diaries with a spreadsheet, the answer was hostile.
Well on Thursday I had completed a task that involved a load of data entry and had a bit of time to kill. Quickly, I created two spreadsheets that would eliminate a pile of work for my job - or it would have been my job if Mabel hadn’t taken it off me.
On Thursday afternoon I set my plan into action. I arranged a quick meeting with boss and grandboss and showed them my work so far, what I would like to do, and what my vision for the future could be. They were impressed. Although there was an awareness that Mabel may present a problem.
On Friday and Monday I got my head down and buried myself in Excel. when Mabel asked what I was doing, I replied “some spreadsheet stuff for Boss” - the menthion of any spreadsheet is enough to make her glaze over.
What I am doing is at the ragged edge of my Excel knowledge. I have spent time performing dedicated research (Google) but my head is nipping.
This afternoon, Grandboss and boss happened to be passing my desk, and they asked how I was getting on. Mabel got up from her desk and wandered round to be with the gathering crowd - nothing like being subtle. I was editing a macro at the time, so the display of code made it look like I was doing something highly technical. While I gave a demonstration of the work so far, boss and grandboss were impressed. Nothing but silence from Mabel.
Tomorrow, before boss and grandboss arrive, I have no doubt that Mabel will question why I was doing something that will replace a perfectly good paper system, (because it’s lousy) and why I didn’t consult her (because you’re not interested).
Well done!
I’ll say! If this goes right, you might just transcend the Wheel of Workplace Griping, and ascend bodily to the Nirvana of MPSIMS!
We’re gonna miss ya, kid. (sniff)
Is there a word for people like me who hate everything about their job, but can’t be arsed to find a new one?
Normal.