Heh, in the office I used to work in, I climbed up on the desk to loosen 2 of the 4 tubes because I couldn’t stand how bright it was. Every so often maintenance would ‘fix’ it for me, and I’d climb up again and put it back the way I liked it.
I answered phones and worked on a computer, I didn’t need an operating theater! 
I’ve removed bulbs if the person wanted less light. Dont know why they didnt do it for you.
Per company policy, replacement of fluorescent tubes in the office requires lockout/tagout of the wall switch that controls the fixture. As a result, it’s very common for maintenance to wait until a significant number of tubes in one area have burned out before doing any replacements.
The guy I knew started at the Armored place at the same time as me. Making $11 an hour in 2006. Claimed to have been Kenny Chesney’s driver just before that. In our firearms training (for CCW so we could be armed), he dominated the class asking questions and talking constantly, claimed to have been an Army sniper. When we finally got to the range for our test, he proved dangerously incompetent at handling firearms and almost got kicked out because of it. He would have been fired if that happened.
His name became a synonym for wild, boastful and completely unbelievable claims around the shop. After about 3 months, he quit, saying that he had taken a job as Maintenance Manager for a major trucking company in town and claiming that he was going to make about $80k a year doing it. Since it was abundantly clear that he was completely new to large vehicles when he got to us (and thus had never been a bus driver and certainly didn’t have the license for it), we knew this was a big fat lie.
One of the things he did while with us was to try to lecture our mechanic - who had just celebrated his 40th year with the company - over the diesel engine in one of the trucks. :smack: Yeah, that didn’t work out so well. But it was funny for the rest of us.
A story, in smilies:
:mad: ← My supervisor, upset because I didn’t see an important email right away
← Me, suggesting that maybe she could mark important emails “high priority”
:rolleyes: ← My supervisor: “ALL of my emails are important!”
← Me, because sometimes my job sucks
She sends me a ton of emails, so it might really be helpful to know which ones are more important. Sometimes she sends me not very important emails several times but doesn’t send me emails that have critical information that I need to do my job.
Today sucked, but for other reasons. I’m trying to hold on to this job until summer, but I’m not sure I’m going to last that long.
Act II: She sends me many emails with many things I need to do. I ask her when she needs something done, and she says, “No rush!” I can pretty much count on her asking me if it’s done the next day (or sometimes by 4 pm the same afternoon). :rolleyes:
Today’s contributions:
“I do not know how to set favorites in the internet! I do not know this!”
The same guy (henceforth Gully) who for some reason is convinced that we need mo-Ron promised to teach him how to set favorites in explorer so he can find our work documents. OK.
He’d previously claimed that he hadn’t been working on those documents because “I have to log in to get them!” Gully: “yes, so does everybody.” “But I have to log in!” Gully: “yeeees, you and I and Helpful and Nava and everybody. We need to log in. It is how the shared files system works, you have to log in.” “But I have to log in! Every time I come here, I have to log in!” Gully: “…”
Y’know, they could transfer him to a department where he never has to log in.
The “Formerly Employed by this Organization” department. I’m sure that would make things better for him. 
Or you. Six of one, half-dozen of the other.
What I like to do in similar situations, is get the first e-mail, and fwd it to them again.
Just a very subtle way of saying… here it is AGAIN!
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My team leader refuses to plan ahead. He actually believes that taking even a few minutes to plan out the day’s work won’t make any difference and so refuses to try. Most days he won’t decide which job site we’re going to that day until we’re pulling out of the parking lot.
That may not work in this case, where the original email had current prices – they may have changed since then.
The OP should check that those prices are still available before re-sending that old email. Otherwise she will get blamed if her supervisor now orders them, only to find out that the prices have changed.
1.) Words have meaning.
2.) Copy-paste is your friend. Manually re-typing introduces an new avenue for potential errors.
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I was in a budget meeting with about 10 managers and staff. We are all sitting around contemplating a budget that is under-spent and how to spend it before the fiscal year comes to an end.
I haven’t been involved in the project but I suggested moving some of my time into this project.
Manager 1: I’m going to talk a while without telling you if you should do that.
Manager 2: I agree with Manager 1. We should talk a while without providing you with direction.
Kelevra: Look, it’s just a suggestion. If it isn’t kosher that’s fine.
Manager 1: I really would like to talk a while longer without providing direction.
Manager 2: I concur.
I looked around the table, pulled a dollar bill out and asked the guy next to me to pass it around the table. People looked at me strangely as I encouraged them to keep passing it around. When it got back I said “Well now that we’ve passed the buck around, I’ll just make the decision for myself.”:rolleyes:
That’s a good suggestion for normal people, but with my supervisor, it would be like poking an angry bear with a hornet’s nest full of large and very pissed-off hornets in its mouth. Of course that brings up another story, which I may have told here before. I’ll see if I can find it, and if not, then it will be time for yet another story. (For everyone who’s been participating in this thread for a while, you know how many stories I’ve posted, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. There’s a lot more that I haven’t told yet.)
Squirrel AGM, the nasty hateful woman wanted to speak to you. Deal with the situation. Do not try to pass it off on me. You are the assistant general manager. I am the peon. They do not want to talk to me. They wanted to talk to you. Put on your big boy panties and be a fucking manager.
I knew I should have hidden in the back instead of going up front to help Wilbur out on his side of the desk.
I’m pretty sure I’ve told this one before, but I can’t find it, so here we go again. I apologize if it’s a rerun and anyone is bored. I’ll give you all some new tales of woe soon.
A little background: I’m on a committee at work that my supervisor is not involved with in any way, shape, or form. I’m also on a sub-committee of the big committee.
I was out of the office for a family emergency, so my supervisor got CC’ed on some emails for a project of the subcommittee. Since I was out of the office, someone from the committee had emailed her for help with something that I would usually do, and after I came back people kept including her on emails. The subcommittee had come up with a budget to pay for some projects. We had based this budget on getting a certain amount of money from an outside agency, and then the person who had told us we would get this money forgot that she had told us this and we had no idea if we were going to get this money or not. So I found an email from this person that said that they would give us money for this project (not how much, but at least some is better than nothing). I forwarded this email to the committee, and my supervisor freaked out. She went on a rant about how I was playing “Gotcha” with this person and god knows what else, and all I really wanted to do was clarify where the money was coming from and whether we were going to have to cut out some other things to pay for this project if we didn’t get any money from the other organization. So this email was CC’ed to my committee (a subcommittee of the larger committee) and also a few other people on the larger committee who had nothing to do with this project. I tried to explain to her that this fell under my subcommittee and the other people shouldn’t be involved in making that decision (2 or 3 other people out of a much larger committee), and she just didn’t understand the whole concept of a committee and why these other people shouldn’t be involved in the conversation. I can’t even describe the sheer lunacy of this conversation. It was absolutely surreal.
After what happened today, I think it’s time for me to start looking for a new job. My supervisor is deeply dysfunctional and I’m very tired of dealing with it. I’m thinking about how much I want to say, because I don’t want it to be too recognizable, but on the other hand I really need to bitch about it.
Great story. How did the actual event sit with everybody?
This one is late in coming and I started to write a TLDR post on it but decided to just get to the point. After working a ten hour shift Christmas eve with assurances that my job would be relatively safe after the new year, I was laid off January 5th after one day back. Fuckers.
That both blows and sucks, Baracus.
Indeed it does, Baracus. Hope the rest of 2015 is an improvement over that.