So two weeks ago I was laid off from the company where I worked for five years on an MMO, right?
Last night they killed my free account. I can’t even play the game I worked on for five years of my life without paying for it. Most of my coworkers who worked on games even ten years ago still have their free accounts.
And I just found out that the next patch will remove from the credits the names of everyone who was laid off. I won’t even be in the credits anymore.
I feel like I’ve just been disappeared by the politburo.
The dude who kind of supervised my portion of the work I’m doing left the company. I put in my bid for the position.
I’ve gotten the rejection letter, but apparently so have the other candidates. Which if true means that
I get to do whattheheckeverIwantto on quite a few issues, since I don’t have someone telling me “you can’t” just because “you can’t” (a line of reasoning which is very, very dangerous, as there are three instinctive responses* and the directive is to choose whichever one will screw the sayer most).
When this project is over and I leave, they’ll need to find someone yesterday, because they won’t have anybody to support my stuff.
But hey, at least I will leave documents, something which was nonexistant or might as well be, since people don’t know where any documents are and several members of the supervisory team are the kind of person who Never Reads The Manual. So far I’ve documented several preexisting processes that nobody was able to explain, after three of us newcomers working together managed to figure them out.
Take into account that my skillset is about as common as hen’s teeth, there might be less than a score people worldwide who have this specific pack. When positions open for this I can tell which agencies are subcontracting which ones, from the order in which they call me.
I’m not particularly unhappy, but I just find it confusing that they are pretty much letting me loose. That… can be dangerous. Specially if you’re the kind of person whose response to any change request is “no”.
We allow a non-profit to share some space in our building, and one lady’s cubicle is right outside my office. She’s probably in her 60’s, has a sweet voice and overall a “grandmotherly” disposition.
The charity has something to do with giving financial assistance to veterans who are having trouble ends meet. They also give out scholarships of some sort (but I don’t really know much about the details - whether it is for children, vets returning to school, etc.)
So, they are in the middle of a fundraising drive and I hear her on the phone, soliciting donations. She’s in the middle of a call and all of a sudden she says, “What’s the matter? Don’t you support our troops? After all they’ve done for you, you can’t give back?” I’m sorry, but that kind of emotional manipulation is completely uncalled for.
I assume the person on the other end of the phone felt the same way, because the call terminated shortly thereafter.
Nah, I’m saving to buy grandma’s house… even in a state of “needs to get every single trade called in”, Barcelona prices are pretty high. Roomier than a yacht
Thank you. I have a feeling that it’s inevitable, but at least it won’t happen for a few more months. I’m not sure how long I’ll survive.
The burned fish was heinous, and she never even apologized or anything. It was like a physical wall of stench. I had to hose the whole hall down with Lysol the next day to make it bearable.
I thought about getting an Annoyatron, but then I realized that my office is right next to hers, so it would probably bother me more than it would bother her.
That is awesome! Do any of them involve bagpipes?
That’s harsh. They could have at least let you keep the account. Good luck with the job hunt!
I actually don’t remember! The marching band version was bizarrely wonderful though…it starts out as a brassy mishmash, like a bad high school band, then suddenly you can pick out the melody.
One thing worse than burned fish in the microwave: old fish in the microwave. XP Even the industrial-strength deodorizer from the restrooms didn’t do anything for that stench.
I’ve never heard an Annoyatron, so this is just a WAG, but ISTM that for similar reasons to those accounting for the fact that you can’t tickle yourself, the knowledge of where the Annoyatron is would prevent it from annoying you.
And if she left her office for a significant period of time, you could slip in with a memo to put on her desk, and turn it off. And turn it back on a couple of days after she returned.
One pf my coworkers is prone to exaggerate - I think it’s MEANT for comic effect. …It doesnt work. He complains about things that don’t quite seem realistic. The other day, he bitched that he never thought he would be doing this particular job for minimum wage. I was hired at more than a dollar above minwage- and he has been there lots longer. I was a bit confused - and when I asked him - he grumbled “well, 50 cents more than minimum wage.” A) Thats not minimum wage, words have meaning dude, and B) I know for a fact that he makes at least 2 dollars more that that. Still crap pay, but shit.
if he didn’t catch what you said, or pretends not to, he will distort it - again for “comic” effect. Did you say the client will be in soon? He will “hear” the client will be a 'toon soon. If you repeat your statement, he’ll go, “the client will a spoon?” That sort of thing. Im tired today? I died I say. No, I’m TIRED TODAY! You were fired yesterday? What are you doing here?
When I was a medical biller in an office, it would not have even occurred to me to call our billing software company if I received a letter from a payer denying a claim. I would call the payer, and ask WTF they mean.
So why do so many of our clients insist on calling us (me) at the billing software company and asking me why they received this letter from the payer? Call the goddamn payer yourself and ask. This is not my problem. I mean, if you wrote a novel using Microsoft Word, and you received a rejection letter from a publisher, would you call Microsoft to find out why the publisher rejected your novel? No.
Being a support analyst at a small company which prides itself on personalized support can lead to all sorts of calls that fall under the “not my monkeys, not my circus” umbrella, but use some Common Sense, please. (Which isn’t common at all.)
“Hello, I was talking with a member of my team and they said that they got locked out of the system doe to too many failed logins. Could you explain how that might have happened?”
“Umm, they tried to log in one too many times with the wrong password?”
How is it possible that my company has money in the budget to replace the furniture in the lobby, yet can’t be bothered to replace all the burned out lights in the building? To make things even more interesting, there’s an entire panel (four tubes) burned out it the lobby.
Secretary to Demanding Partner has been on vacation since last Wednesday, and won’t be back till the 29th. She also called in with a “migraine” on the previous Monday, and only worked about six hours on the Tuesday before her vacation. So needless to say her desk was not caught up when she left.
I was informed that I, with the help of another secretary “when she had time” would be handling DP’s desk, along with my own, which consists of a very busy associate and the firm calendar. Because I"m “competent and reliable” you see. Lucky me.
In fact, the previous day I had had a nice conversation with our HR person, informing her that if DP wanted a different secretary permanently (which may be coming, he’s getting fed up with his current secretary), I would walk out the door if I was assigned to his desk. I get along with him just fine, but no way on God’s Green Earth will I work for him, he’s too high maintenance and disorganized. I don’t need the stress. HR lady understood. And apologized when she informed me about the temporary arrangement while “C” is on vacation, and assured me that it was no way permanent.
Since C’s been on vacation, I’ve barely had time to do my own work, because she left DP’s desk in such a mess. Helping Secretary got stuck dealing with a crisis on one of his files yesterday, as well. HS and I both came in on Saturday for overtime, and we’re both still swamped.
And on Friday I forgot one of my most important rules when dealing with Demanding Partner - don’t show off. He wanted a short letter faxed to opposing counsel, and told me vaguely what he wanted it to say but didn’t take the time to dictate it. I re-wrote what he said, and added an important point, and asked him to look over it before I faxed it. The look of delight on his face at the well-written letter was truly scary. I won’t do that again! Oh how I wish I could be barely competent sometimes.
The Saturday manageress at my charity shop has just resigned, which I’ve been waiting for, for over two years now (she was working 5 days a week elsewhere, I knew she wouldn’t last forever). I’ve let the authorities know I was interested - yesterday they mmm-ed, and said it would have to be advertised formally. I said excellent, bookmarked their vacancies page and started brushing up my CV.
Today when I started figuring out who was going to be on the panel, so I could ask the other staff to be a references for me, they said it was likely going to be advertised internally first. And I got the impression they meant to current hired staff, not volunteers like me
It’s the difference between capital expenditure and expenses. Capital expenditure doesn’t count against the level of management that is getting the furniture (probably) but the expense of replacing light bulbs does. Capital spending can be amortized over several many years so it doesn’t look so bad on the books, expense money is all taken out at once.
Or something like that. I’m not an accountant but these are the kinds of things I hear all the time around my workplace. My company is re-modeling huge hunks of the building in the hope that it will someday improve the bottom line. But the real estate budget and capital are separate from the business capital and expense budget, which is tighter than a cat’s ass, always.
Two of my cow-orkers – both PhDs planning to retire this year – are screaming at each other down the hall about how to follow one of our safety review procedures.
Their boss – another PhD who is indifferent to doing actual managing – has finally stepped in, so they’ll all be retreating to their offices for a nice sulk and maybe I don’t have to close my door to get some work done.
… I was just getting used to working with the office door open, since Loud Personal Phone Calls All Day Long guy moved to a different job last month. Yay, “professionalism.”
When I started my first job, I thought it was completely normal for meetings to erupt in shouting matches, and thought nothing of it when I heard one manager tell another to go fuck himself.
