I am very glad that I’d read j666’s response before reading your post. I’d made sure to put the glass and any delicate stuff out of reach. Bloody hell, your coworker really is from another planet!
Security work attracts all types. You got your former military types who like the structure and order (half of whom can’t do anything else). Your college age kids doing it for extra money. Your people in transition (like I was) doing it until something better comes along.
Then you have the idiots who can’t even tie their own shoes and think it’s awesome that they get paid to stand around and not do anything.
Just wait, he’ll be fired for incompetence, or start down the disciplinary path, and then start complaining about how hard the job is. :rolleyes:
My micro-rant is about getting off early on Christmas eve. I need to, as my apartment complex office will close at 5pm and they’ll have half my Christmas gifts sitting there in Fedex and UPS packages. I work until 5pm, unfortunately. Two years ago, our then manager cut us loose at 3pm. Last year the VP on our floor cut everyone loose at 3pm, but our manager stepped in (since we don’t report to that VP) and demanded that I stay until 5pm to cover. I ended up doing fuck all nothing for that time.
This year he’s on PTO and I’m hoping I can go to his boss to allow us to fulfill the VP’s directive to go home at 3pm.
I’m bored.
Ohhh sooo bored.
I have heard maybe a handful of clients in the building so far today, none for my department.
I’ve already eaten my lunch, taken a break, finished my phone calls and completed the “Must Get Done” stuff, now I just have a few random reports that I could mess with.
I’m here for another 4.5 hours…
I think I may have to set an alarm in case I drift off.
We lost power at work today-- about an hour before I left (at my scheduled time, more or less), and two and a half hours before we were due to close.
Just what the day needed.
OK, it wasn’t really a horrible day, but my department was oddly scheduled because of reasons, and then management kept stealing people to help out in other departments, and then fussing at us when we didn’t have enough people in one particular sub-department . . . and some people have no idea what reasonable expectations are.
And some of my co-workers are LAZY.
Sigh.
Note to self:
I know there are no cars on the road at 3:30 in the morning. That doesn’t mean you should be driving with as much icy crap on your windshield as you left this morning. Better to be late because you spent a couple extra minutes defrosting the windshield than be late because you were dealing with a car accident that was entirely your fault.
And in other news, I’m scheduled to work on Sunday, which annoys me, but it shouldn’t actually be a major problem, and I can (and will) ask for the Sundays that matter off.
And in other, other news, I hate the way that certain members of management think we need to be All Christmas All the Time until 5:30 Christmas Eve, and then by 9 am the day after Christmas, be all done with Christmas.
So I got to undecorate some parts of the store, which shouldn’t have been my job, but the people I trust to do it were either not scheduled or busy doing stuff I didn’t want to distract them from…
After 15 months working as a cook in a retirement/assisted living facility, I have come to the conclusion that the strength of one’s desire to help the elderly is inversely proportional to one’s intelligence. I’ve worked in foodservice — an industry not known for workers with high levels of intelligence or education — for three decades, but I have never seen such consistent denseness, ineptitude, and lack of common sense as I have seen amongst the CNAs who work as caregivers here. Doesn’t earning a CNA require some sort of college education? How does one complete a college program whilst being unable to correctly spell the most basic English words? Or spell people’s names correctly? Sure, I cut our “English as a second language” caregivers some slack when it comes to spelling, but come on, even the Spanish version of “Dorothy” (Dorotea) has 2 “O’s”.
Our receptionist overheard me mocking some of these spelling issues and said, “You know, people would be embarrassed if they came back here and heard you saying that.” I replied, “I’ll bet they’d be even more embarrassed if the residents saw how they butcher their names and complained about it.” Especially Virginia, and the other Virginia. I pray they never have to see their names spelled “Virgina” (say that out loud).
I’ll confess that I’m a bit touchy about getting people’s names right. It comes from growing up in the 1970s-1980s with the name “Richard”:
“Hey, DICK!”
“Shut up!”
“Hey, it’s just short for ‘Richard’!”
“Yeah, that’s what you meant. SHUT UP!”
I just kind of feel that getting somebody’s name right is one of the most basic ways you can show respect.
“They call her a name that they never get right / And if they don’t nobody else will” -Elvis Costello, “Veronica”
As someone whose name is not Maria, Marisol, Mary Sol, Maricruz, Maite, and definitely not Pilar (I’m still trying to figure out where than one came from), and who would never introduce herself as Mrs. De, I totally agree.
I sympathize. I can (almost) understand Shannon, Shawna, or Jeanette from my name, but I’ve also gotten Sharon, Cheryl, or Cindy. Huh?
I know a Mexican-American woman, who I got to know as “Maria”.
Her name is actually “Criselia”.
My city is an agricultural town. We have apple, and peach, and all sorts of other tree fruits. And most of this is harvested by Mexican migrant workers. When I arrived here, 31 years ago, the migrant workers showed up, picked the crops, and moved on. 31 years later, a lot of them have stayed. Criselia’s family stayed 31+ years ago, and Criselia grew up, as a 2nd-generation Mexican-American. And attended school. One of her first teachers, when she was a little girl, couldn’t be arsed to learn how to pronounce “Criselia”, and declared, “You will be known as ‘Maria’.”
And so she grew up being known as “Maria”, and that’s how I first knew her, when we were both in high school. Eventually, as an adult, she said, “Fuck that” (okay, she didn’t actually say that, because she’s a lady) and said, “My name is Criselia.” And that’s what I call her. Because that’s her damn name.
I’m going to have to look up the context of those lyrics, but, Your Majesty, I stand in awe of your user name 
Just got an office-wide email with the following subject line:
URGENT: RESTROOM ISSUES
:eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
The last time we received a missive like that, we had the Phantom Shitter on the loose. It was such a sad day when she quit.
It makes you wonder how office workers always looked busy before computers.
I don’t have a rant, but I do come bearing an invitation to a rat king. 
May your workplaces all be rodent-free (of both the two- and four-legged variety) in this, the** fifth year **of this thread. throws confetti
From the “Damned if I do, Damned if I don’t file”: We top out at 280 hours of vacation. If you don’t use, you lose, and hell if I’m going to lose. I’m at 277 hours, accrue 6 hours/biweekly. So I requested three hours leave today.
“You know you’re behind on X, right?” Yes, I am aware I am behind in that area. We’ve been providing a lot of coverage lately to the expense of our own work.
“You should really consider catching up, it will mark against you” Okay, maybe you should hire people who can do the job so we’re not spending half our day covering for other people and the other half attempting to do our own work ALONG with training the few newbies we have who have not received adequate training from management.
“Well, if you feel you can catch up, you can take the time off” Gee, thanks. Bite me. Three hours off is not going to break me, ffs. Be glad I didn’t take the whole day off so coverage wouldn’t have to work my stuff. Next pay period I just might.
An email was sent out this afternoon to announce that we will be having our final assessment meeting of ***2014 ***on Thursday.
:smack:
Gah! Stay the fuck home if you’re sick! Co-worker R called in yesterday with the flu, which meant I had to cover her desk as well as my own. I was bitching to my husband this morning that if she had the flu she’d most likely be out all week, which meant I’d be helping out with her attorney all week (she’s the new gal assigned to Demanding Partner).
Much to my surprise, a visibly and audibly sick R is at her desk when I got in this morning. I really, really can’t afford to get sick, and if my husband gets the flu it could put him in the hospital. Yes we’ve had our shots, but still…stay the fuck home if you’re sick!
I thought “Ms. De” was the only acceptable title these days. Isn’t “Mrs”/“Miss” considered sexist anymore?
Who decided that? If don’t know a woman’s marital status (or their title preference), I’ll default to Ms, but if I do, why is it sexist to address correspondence to Miss or Mrs.? It’s still part of polite communication or am I missing a memo somewhere?