Which e-mail client do you use? While I certainly haven’t tried them all, the clients I have used sort of automatically “open” the message and mark it as “read” as soon as I click the subject in my inbox. Which I sort of have to do before clicking the “Delete” button.
Granted, this is okay with my preferred, long-time mail client. It’s a bare-bones, plain-text-only client, and I don’t think it even does receipts.
I work for a manufacturing company at the corporate office. Last week, I did a little bit of work helping one of our plants find a company that could do some specific maintenance work for them and not I’m being invited to all the meetings and getting all the emails. I’m not really sure why. Early this morning, I got a email from the plant containing an incident report of a so-called near miss. A woman was injured while leaning over a wheeled cart that was not locked into place. I’m not sure what exactly happened because this is the worst incident report I’ve ever seen. But the worst part was that this report was sent to all the plant and a bunch of corporate people with the woman’s indentifying information on it, including her address, social security number, and birthdate.
I am not even sure what I should do.
Contact the author of that email, and suggest that her name is sufficient ID, and for privacy reasons, the rest of that info should not be sent to lots of people.
That plant you helped has added you to an email list --Contact them, and tell them you don’t need to be on that list. Just contact you directly when they have a similar problem in the future.
P.S. How does an actual injury to an employee count as a “near-miss”? Were they aiming for several employees?
Thank you. Those two have been taken care of. Unfortunately, I don’t know if they have to redo the report for being so absolutely terrible. Like you said, you can’t mark down an incident as a near-miss when someone gets actually hurt and goes to a hospital for medical attention. That’s the part I’m not sure how to handle. It is not something I think I can criticize them on.
No but you can ask innocently. You was JAQ, you know! How good are you at channeling Miss Piggy and/or Hello Kitty?
I use Gmail, and you can click a box next to an email link in the inbox without opening or ‘reading’ it, and then click ‘delete’.
So one of the senior software architects at my company just flat-out told me to my face, in so many words, that the work that I do provides absolutely no value to the company. I mean, it had been clear for years now that management feels that way, but it still hurts to have somebody out and out say that to you.
Yeah, it’s definitely time to update the old resume…
Just out of curiosity, what is the work that you do?
I’m a software developer. My main duties are integrating our application with a piece of open-source (free) software. Management is of the opinion that if we switch to a competing piece of open-source software, that the integration work will be free and everything will be sunshine and rainbows.
Basically they’ve been sold a bill of goods by a couple of of the big-picture guys, and they never bothered asking the grunts who actually work with this stuff for their opinion. I’ll admit that I’m biased on the subject, but they clearly have no interest in hearing negative feedback.
What kills me is that my dad has worked for 20 years with the competing software, doing exactly the same job that I do. The supposed savings are entirely imaginary. There’s nothing particularly wrong with the software: it would be a perfectly fine foundation for building our software on, but what we have now meets our needs now and in the future. I expect the company to waste at least a year on the porting effort, only to wind up in exactly the same place they are now.
Dear usually-works-from-home co-worker:
Now I know why you usually work from home. No one else can stand your presence in the office. The ALLCAPS, red lettered, huge-font e-mails are bad enough, but when they turn into ALLCAPS, red lettered, huge-font telephone conversations and over-the-cubicle consultations, I can get really cranky, really fast. When you up the irritation factor by bringing your 24-year-old daughter, who seems to have the social graces of a toddler, into the office so you both can go Christmas shopping later, I am ready to blow a gasket. Sitting draped over a chair, playing YouTube videos on a smartphone at full volume, putting incredibly inane and pointless conversations on speakerphone in order to continue a manicure (smelly nail polish and all) and addressing a parent in a tone of voice and vocabulary suitable to a four-year old does not make this “child” welcome. For the record, this young person is a fully functional adult and does not have any condition that makes her behaviour remotely acceptable.
Between your ear-bleedingly loud conversations, lack of even basic technology skills, and stunning obliviousness to your surroundings, I am ready to go into berserker mode. Only the knowledge that you will not be back in here for at least another month keeps me from leaping over your cubicle wall, tape gun in hand, wrapping you up like a cellophane mummy and shipping you to the furthest reaches of Canada’s North.
Well, there’s also the fact the the shipping rates to that part of Canada are pretty iniquitous this time of year…
I’ll put it on her cost code, there’s enough money in her budget. I want her to be eaten by a polar bear. Slowly.
I could, but it wouldn’t help in this situation. I don’t need to prove that I sent her the first email (and if I did, she would accuse me of “playing gotcha” and she doesn’t like that either :rolleyes:). I just get tired of having to do the same thing 3 or 4 times. I’m about to start another round of getting quotes and ordering things. Yippee. To make the whole thing more frustrating, they will never tell me how much they want to spend on something. I’m supposed to get quotes on things without having any earthly idea how much we can spend on it. Then when I get the quotes, it’s always too high, so I have to get new quotes, but they still won’t tell me how much they want to spend. :rolleyes:
Good luck with the job hunt!
My last assistant quit because he was offended by the Cluthlu fish I have on my car. That’s rant worthy right there, its a well paying job with very good bennies…I’ve never once talked about my personal belief system with him, I’ve never talked about my fondness for HP Lovecraft with him.
But…that’s not my rant. Now that he’s gone, I’m finding all sorts of stuff that should have been shredded a long time ago hidden on the shelves. I want him back just so I can fire his insubordant ass!
And, now I’m doing interviews. I really hate this. All of those hopeful people who seem to be wonderful and I can only keep one of them.
We had a paperwork hoarder at my workplace too! Only ours was supposed to be reviewing and closing out the documents…instead, he hid piles and piles of stuff in one of the huge file cabinets out in the inspection area. I was present the day one of his colleagues was searching the file cabinet and came across the ‘hidden’ stash. Interestingly, this guy’s colleague was more pissed off about the situation that his boss.
(background - volunteer in book section of a charity/thrift shop)
Seriously people, I’ve only been away for a week - when I left, all the donated books had been sorted, the usable[2] ones priced and stacked neatly in boxes labelled either “kids books - sorted and labelled” “fiction - sorted/labelled” or “non-fiction - sorted/labelled”, with the boxes tucked safely under the counter in the back room.
One week later, I pop in to find all the newly donated books dumped in a heap on the counter, and once that counter was covered with books sliding off the heap onto the floor, some genius has been shoving handfuls of them under the counter randomly on top of and into the previously sorted boxes. It’s an effing tip. I couldn’t even grab some of the books that had been processed to quickly re-fill the depleted shelves, as they’d been so thoroughly buried.
Hopefully I’ll be back at work tomorrow, and once I’ve got it under control again, I’ll just get a massive empty box with “NEWLY DONATED BOOKS GO HERE” and hope that solves the problem 
[1] and not picking them up
[2] The unusable ones get boxed up and sold per kilogram to a private book seller. I choose to tell myself he sells them onto a loving home and definitely does NOT recycle them into pulp.
What are ‘unusable’ books? Ones that smell? Are damaged? Or wrong subject matter? Or simply way too common?
Now that I have a job, I feel like I can get away with some workplace gripes.
Hey bosses - you can’t have things go faster AND cheaper. Faster means more expensive. Cheaper means slower. Exceptions: none. And definitely neither of those things will ever happen if all you can tell me about our budget is, “we have as much as we need but don’t use more than you absolutely have to.”
Just out of curiosity, what is there to the interview besides,
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[li]Will you show up on time?[/li][li]Can you lift 50 pounds?[/li][li]Can you feed reams of paper into a shredder without getting your hand caught?[/li][/ul]
You know. Twilight. 50 Shades of Gray. L. Ron Hubbard. 
Most of the above - apart from too common (we had about six copies of the Da Vinci Code at one point). And apart from wrong subject matter, I may have muttered about self-hating fellow women when I received an entire archive box with a copy of ever diet book ever written, but we kept them, and most sold in the run up to Christmas.
So yeah, generally over-yellowed, bent, broken spined battered books with missing/ripped covers get sent away, plus ones that have been out on the shelves for over a month unsold (a lot of our customers come in every week, or every day, so if its not sold in about 4-6 weeks, its never going to sell).
In practice this often means taking one set of copies of the Da Vinci code or 50 Shades off the shop shelf, just to be replaced the next week with a near identical set from the back room…!