And I’m up at 2:30am writing about it when I have to get up at 6:30am to start my work week because I’m having a multi-hour stress reaction/anxiety attack about having to go in and deal with asshole customers AND a boss who is too stupid to know how to manage people.
It was COLD in my office. Today it’s at 74 and my office is comfy.
Also, the higher we in general can tolerate the thermostat setting, the less the company pays in HVAC costs.
They can not keep the friggin AC working in this building! It’s been breaking down at least once a day for weeks! For hours at a time! Sometimes it’s all freakin’ day!
In case anyone doesn’t understand, I’m in Houston and we’re having record hgh temperatures! It was 105° yesterday, and 105° the day before that. Expected to be over 100° again today.
Fix the fucking air conditioner already!
So, I assume that means they don’t want to spend the money?
Apparently, my office shipped to your office our brand-new-but-already-defective compressors. The ones they had to get a city permit to shut down the street to crane onto the roof. Why they sent 'em over to you I do not know, but I can tell you they don’t work for SHIT.
(I’m in Dallas, Dolores. I understand. I really do.)
Ah, now I see - too MUCH AC! Yeah, an office doesn’t need to get down to 70ºF in summer - getting it down to bearable is enough.
You remind me of a chronic peeve - temperatures in retail stores. They’re smoking hot in winter when we all have -30ºC parkas on, and frigid in summer when we’re all wearing light summer clothes. I…I think they hate us shoppers.
I really, really hate it when people schedule meetings with subjects like “Quick Update” but otherwise give absolutely no indication of what we’re being updated on, and then get annoyed when people ask for more information. (Double bonus points for not knowing how to use the calendar and scheduling the meeting for 3:00 AM, and then rescheduling it for 3:00 PM yesterday, before getting the time and date correct.)
I should bottle up our 70° office and ship it to you.
Hey, we do postcard swaps, Secret Santa gift exchanges, V-Day cards … why not a SDMB office-A/C swap?
Good idea. I’ll swap 4° x 1000 square feet of chill. What you got?
Um - humidity?
Yeah, but the screaming tends to attract attention. Head first, it stops pretty quickly and you can tell the busybodies that SG dropped a box on his foot and he’s now in the back of the warehouse sulking because you laughed at him. Busybodies go away, and you can go back to enjoying the view of feet flailing in the air. 
Follow up: Was it really necessary to have this “Quick Update” meeting at 3:00 on a Tuesday when there are people on staff who usually leave at 2:00 – was it really necessary to have this meeting at all – just so you could tell us that someone quit, when we all figured it out already anyway, since said someone hasn’t shown up for work in more than two weeks? You couldn’t have just sent an email that said, “XX has left the department and ZZ will be taking over her responsibilities effective immediately”? We needed to have a meeting for that? Really? And then you had to complain throughout the meeting that you didn’t have time to answer any questions so don’t bother asking?
Oh, if you’re worried about the noise, a little duct tape over the mouth will do wonders. Duct tape on the fingers will prevent him from peeling the tape off the mouth.
Dude, why the fuck did you invite yourself to lunch? I’m glad I wasn’t driving today. Heck, I wasn’t even the one who organized the lunch and called in the orders…why did you ask me? Also, I find it very hard to believe you’re having that much trouble comprehending the difference between a component and an assembly.
And a belated rant to another asshole: In the future, do not preface your questions to me with “hey, you didn’t add this right”. I showed you where the numbers were printed in the catalog, and I told you what tolerances I had selected (and why). This catalog is available free from the manufacturer’s website; you could have looked the dimensions up yourself. I’m starting to develop a very good idea of why you keep questioning everything I put on paper…just fuck off already.
I got 58 degrees in my office this morning… :mad: Tomorrow morning I’m gonna start burning the ugly orange office furniture. Now what did I do with that lighter fluid…?
I really, REALLY like how you think 
My anti-rant…or how SG dropped a box on his own foot:
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He told my boss that I always let him take a 15-20 minute break every hour because he’s old.
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He said the spare change in my desk drawer was shared because he is po (and said she should put some there because he used it for sodas).
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Said that Opal doesn’t exist.
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Said that I had told him that boss would buy coffee and snacks while I was gone.
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Somehow, the pick-up and pull lists disappeared, so she didn’t know what needed to be done. Of course, this meant SG was able to sit around and check sports scores on the computer.
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Ate her lunch, and when confronted said he thought it was food I had left and he didn’t want it to go bad and stink up the fridge.
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Spent 3 hours picking up 40 boxes from a site 2 miles away, and then boss learned it was because he was in their break room, noshing on potluck food everyone had brought in for lunch. They were not happy about it. They are nice people and had he done it after the potluck, they wouldn’t have minded nearly as much.
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Managed to put more miles on the delivery van in 2 weeks than usually happens in 4 months.
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Never once cleaned the coffee pot, and left his half filled coffee cups all over the place. When boss confronted him about that, and the used cultery in the sink, he actually said he never washed dishes because that was women’s work. Now I’m wishing I had answered her calls and emails, just so I could have laughed about SG’s idiocy.
In other words, my boss is trying to find a way to get the other departments to send people over to do their own shredding and will happily watch the carnage when I put some mexican food in the hopper and SG dives in to get it. She will probably help me shove him in feet first if that’s what it takes! 
(I’m not sure how many frozen lunches I left. I think I had 4 and there was only 1 when I got back, but I didn’t count them or take pics, so he gets a pass on that.)
Wait, what? SG has a brother?
Oh, these are all classics. But at least you’ll have an accomplice, or an alibi, if you ever DO decide to feed him into the shredder.
The only way that this could possibly be better is if he bummed money from her to gamble with.
I’m betting those extra miles were him heading to the casinos using government gas. And does anyone else think he actually shredded those pick-up and pull lists?
Too bad you didn’t send them to boss lady in an e-mail, saying you’d left them in hard copy for SG to make use of. Then boss lady could have printed them out for him Every Day. And asked him how he kept losing them.
Do we start a betting pool on how much longer he lasts, now that boss lady has some direct experience with what a chooch he is?