Preens. When I saw the results, my first thought that was “I’m so going to post this at SDMB!”
I ride a harley myself. I know that they are just wanting to share the sound of their toys because I know the warm up procedure. They are just hurting good machines by doing this.
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll go put a note on old guy’s door. Or not. He’s bothering nobody except a couple of passive/aggressive people. I like the music and I know that nobody can hear it in their houses. I can’t hear it when I’m in my office and standing next to the window, and my window is the closest one to his garage.
I like the randomness of walking out of a dusty warehouse into a bleak alley and hearing piano concertos.
I say if you like the music, don’t bother telling him. The cops were around and I’m sure the Noisy People would have whined about his music, so if it was actually a bother at all the cops would have told him.
Listen here coworker who likes to pretend she is my boss: when someone calls you to ask a question that I could easily answer and you know I’m at my desk please just transfer the call to me.
Do not tell them you’ll check with me, hang up, and then email me that they called and insist that i get back to them asap.
The reason I can easily answer these questions is because they relate specifically to the work of the department I manage. The reason you can’t answer them is because they have nothing to do with your department. Plus you are stupid and have no idea what goes on outside the loud phone voice radius of your own desk.
Also-cc’ing your boss (but not mine) on these emails probably does have the desired effect of making her think you have to help me do my job, but she’s stupid too, and it’s only a matter of time before …well, you’ve got me, because I need this job to pay my bills and so far I can’t find another one and I’ll probably just die hating you.
I’ve actually gotten a job lead or two in the last couple of days. Jobs that look as if they might be decent fits for me.
Too bad they’re all over 100 miles, one way, away from me. Hell, one is over 175 miles away from me. <sigh>
I will flip burgers before I spend 6+ hours a day in the car for a job. Especially since they’re all contract jobs. The one lead for a job within 50 miles of me that I am applying for is through a contract house that’ll do W2 (yay! no paperwork for me!) but does not offer benefits of any sort. If I get it, I could afford to pay for insurance.
Except no one will sell it to me, because I’m a fat middle-aged woman with pre-existing conditions, and until 2014 there’s no hope of self-insuring, apparently, and I’m not sure if it’ll happen even then. (NB: I’m losing weight, damnit, because I want to, but it took time to put it on and it’ll take time to take off. Fuck the insurance companies! Fuck the for-profit health care system! Fuck the Republicans who think it’s peachy for people to not have health insurance. Fuck the Democrats who caved on the whole thing. Just fuck the whole thing, in general.
Yes, I’m off my meds. Because I can’t afford to see a doctor to reissue the prescription for them. Who’d probably want blood tests run to make sure my liver’s ok, and I probably can’t afford THOSE tests either, so just fuck fuck fuck.)
Morgyn, for any of those prospective jobs, is it work you could do remotely at least part of the time? A long commute only once or twice a week while working from home for the rest of it might not be so bad. Or could you find a cheap apartment/sublet/room in the city where you’d be working and just stay there during the week?
Remote work is very specifically not available in both cases. Even if it were, I’ve never worked well from home. I need the structure of an office environment. Plus, I have two cats. Leaving them alone all week, every week, for months on end isn’t an option, and finding someplace where I could bring them is unlikely. I’m not saying it’s not do-able, just that the probabilities are so high against it that I can’t see accepting a job while hoping I strike it lucky on the cheap housing front that also accepts two pets.
I hate to be That Guy, but if you have two pets when you can’t afford your own medical bills, it might behoove you to consider giving the cats away to someone who can better afford to take care of them…
She’s not stupid, but she’s quite fearful of difficult conversations. I have spoken to her and she agrees that it’s a problem, but also admits that she doesn’t have the balls to do anything about it.
Let me see if I can make this ridiculously long story short. My boss has always been difficult, to say the least. When I started standing up for myself and my frustration started bleeding into my interactions with him, he ultimately responded by talking trash about me in front of all my co-workers and his boss (“Carol already came after me this morning!” at lunch at a managers’ meeting. And later that night at a staff mixer, a total non sequitor, “You know how Carol likes to pick fights!!”) Of course, I am to take this as a joke. Right? I’ve worked for him for a decade, and this new passive aggressive behavior coincidently shows up once I stop being a doormat.
There is much more to this story, but this was the final line that he has crossed with me. I couldn’t sustain the fake warmness with him anymore, so my attitude noticeably cooled. And that’s when he started shutting his door. I realize that my behavior was passive aggressive when this all started eight months ago. I’ve been asked why I don’t address this directly with him now and why I didn’t address his bad behavior back then when it happened, but to be honest I have addressed (and many others have addressed) issues with him in the past. He’s one of those that will insist on following the letter of the law, not the spirit. He may never again talk trash and will open his door, but he will find other ways to demonstrate his underlying lack of respect for me. It’s pointless. It’s like playing whack-a-mole.
Like I said, I know this is a very incomplete picture, but this is a cumulation of years and years of incidents and bad behavior on his part.
She probably had the cats before she had the money problems. And it’s EXTREMELY difficult to re-home adult cats. It’s hard to find people who will take in adult cats, and it’s hard on the cats to be re-homed, and it’s very difficult to give up cats when you might find a new job tomorrow.
Why must every file you send to me be turned sideways? It’s not that it’s so difficult to rotate PDFs, it’s that every single goddamn one has to be rotated. Damn you, woman.
Note: this rant was not intended for either of the Cs above me, or anyone else on the Dope. You people are ok. Well, most of you.
Complaining here seems to have triggered the universe’s karmic helper. I have yet another lead, this one for a job within 15 miles of me. The pay would be decent, and I’d at least get medical benefits. Plus it’s a long term (as in one-year) contract with options to extend.
That’s two viable leads in the last two days. Here’s hoping.
Besides, I love them. It’s not like some old clothes you just drop off at Goodwill, you know. I’ve had Neko for 15 years, he’s seen me through two relationship breakups, several moves, and the death of another pet. I am very much his human; he is frightened of anyone else. Shiva is 8, and he’s comfortable with other people, but he’s still my baby. He nurses on me. They’re the only company I have, and they help keep my depression under control.
Don’t you love it when there’s a **MANDATORY **meeting in all caps and bold and one person doesn’t show up? The one person who was the reason the **MANDATORY **meeting was put in all caps and bold?
The good news is that the writing appears to be on the wall for the one person who didn’t show up. She’s on such thin ice that just not showing up for the meeting may be enough to break it and send her plummeting.