At my workplace they won’t let ME come in if I’m sick, much less bring sick kids in. That’s insane and stupid.
The collective IQ of the human race would have gone up about 0.000000392?
Ok, you made me snicker.
ETA: But imagine the cleanup!
Oh, y’all are gonna love this:
Another girl here has her birthday tomorrow, and grandboss has been going to these mommy’n’me ceramic classes, so naturally, she made the birthday girl some sort of ceramic bowl with “Keep Calm and Have a Cupcake” written in the bottom. Her handwriting isn’t the best, and she’s one of those who gives you a gift while simultaneously telling you how piddly and awful it is* so she hands it over while saying, “Sorry! It looks like a four-year-old with Tourette’s wrote it!” and I nearly bit through my own tongue. I’ve never heard someone inadvertantly describe themselves so clearly and yet so thoughtlessly.
- Seriously. She ALWAYS does this. Makes Secret Santa time suck even worse around here.
I’m thinking Psychotic Grandboss needs her own thread, like Shredder Guy and Ron. There’s enough material and potential material to write a novel about her crazy.
This must be a slang I’ve not run across before because to me crook = thieving. 
Crook is Australian slang, yes. Not a crook, just crook 
The problem is that a whole lot of the folks on the floor that I work on are breeders. Either their partners are pregnant, or they’ve just had kids, or they’ve got a passel of kids at home. So it’s a “Family Friendly” workplace.
I’m thinking a 75lb Malamute counts as “family” and I’ll bring HIM in next week.
BAWHAHAHAHA!!! SG ticked off a taxpayer yesterday.
We have the old books from the Recorder’s office going back to before Az. became a state. Deeds, mine claims, marriage and divorce info, all sort of cool stuff. We also have researchers who will want to come in and look at the books.
This is why the warehouse can’t close down for lunch. Researchers aka taxpayers might want to look at the books.
Said researchers often want copies. Its not that complicated a process, unlatch the spine, remove the pages, open the lid of the copy machine, lay the page on the glass, close the lid and hit the start button. If its a negative image, hit black/white reverse. Push the start button. Do the same for the rest of the pages, then put the pages back in the book (in the right order), give the copies to the researcher, collect money and offer a receipt. Last step is to put the numbered book back where it belongs.
Last week, SG was covering for my lunch when a researcher came in. The researcher already knew what book and pages he needed. According to the very angry letter my boss’s boss got, it took 45 minutes to get 3 copies. I saw the letter and could almost see the steam coming out of the writer’s ears.
I don’t know what happened, I wasn’t there. I do know that when I looked at the book, SG had mixed up the pages. Of course, I pointed that out to my boss.
Now, they are finally going to get me a warm body. Rubs hands together happily. If warm body works out, I might, just might manage to get SG out of my hair.
Hey, I can be first in line to wish you the best of luck with this outcome! Although I will miss the stories…
Roddy
Y’all have needed a workplace camera anyway, right?
Moohoohahaha.
I can’t see how anyone they’d hire could possibly be worse.
:smack:
You did it! You went and tempted fate! flatlined is screwed now.
Fffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Actually, I CAN think of people who would be worse. As bad as he is, SG isn’t actually malicious. He’s not TRYING to stir up trouble between people or departments, and he’s not conducting illegal activities at work. Or at least that’s my impression of him.
I wondered when I would start taking heat from busybody and minion for their recent losses. It seems that today is my lucky day.
So this morning I was called into my boss’s office. He asked that I close the door. Uh, oh. Closed doors are never good. Apparently busybody had come to him with a convoluted tale of he-said, she-said where I apparently told one of her employees that she and her minion were going to “get it” if things didn’t improve. Right.
Now, I try really, really hard to be professional. He knows that. However, I’d be the first to admit that I absolutely talk trash about her. I’m not a saint. But my primary vehicle for doing that is this message board.
Anyway, my boss knows that what busybody was saying was flat-out untrue. He also talked with the employee I was supposed to have said this to, who backed me up 100% and then some, then told him she was sick and tired of busybody and that she felt that busybody prevented her and others from doing their jobs.
So, here we go again. Just like a few months ago when the whole world exploded, only five times more volatile because busybody is now involving her other employees who aren’t providing her the support she must have anticipated.
God, I’m sick of this. Can’t I just fucking do my job? Must busybody always be this dense? I mean, c’mon – last time she tried to be underhanded, it backfired totally and she wound up on the call center floor instead of her posh office. Now she’s trying to lie about things I’m saying? To what end? Lying isn’t going to improve her team’s sales. It’s not going to make her look better. Her employees hate her and won’t back her up at all. What’s the point?
If she’s hoping to turn me into a bigger bitch than I was before, though, she’s hit paydirt.
I know it’s shitty to have someone telling lies about you to your superiors, but it’s kind of delicious when the lies are both (a) not believed and (b) absolutely verifiably untrue. My only question is, how is this woman not fired yet?
That’s what I’m wondering, too. How much more trouble does she need to cause before management cuts her loose as the toxic employee she is?
So remember the cunt who brought her walking disease-vector in with her last week?
Her child who was wandering around, coughing and sniffling and putting hands everywhere and hanging all over everyone?
Guess who’s come down with a tonsilly-headcoldy thing that started towards the tail-end of the weekend?
I kinda wish I had gone into work today so I could walk over to her desk and drop snotty tissues and cough and sneeze germs all over it.
That would make me want to cut a bitch, Sierra - I hate getting colds, and I especially hate getting them for stupid, ignorant, selfish reasons.
I’m doubly pissed because I was supposed to go to my mum’s house tonight to help her by feeding her dog, walking him and getting dinner ready for her, while she’s at the hospital visiting my stepfather who’s in there for a pre-transplant checkup so he can be put on the liver transplant list.
Oh, did I mention he’s immune-suppressed because of the liver failure? So I can’t go and help my mum out, because I don’t want to pass this crap on to her, because if that happens then there’s an increased risk she’ll pass it on to him.
And I took two days leave tomorrow and Thursday, to help mum out and just to have some time off to de-stress and chillax a bit. And now I’m going to spend it all being sick. RRAGRH.
I can’t decide who deserves to be pitted more in situations like that:
1.) The inconsiderate parent who brings a sick child to work.
2.) The boss who sees it happen and doesn’t immediately put a stop to it, explain to the person why it’s completely inappropriate, and make them understand that it ever happens again, there will be consequences.