Were the trashcans watertight? If so, …
And in the meantime it smells horrific.
So don’t hang around in the bathroom. (Frankly, they don’t smell that good even when the water is working!)
If I had to pee badly, it’s worth putting up with a few seconds of a bad smell.
Somehow I am not surprised. I think our File Room Jerkass might actually be Shredder Guy, or a long-lost relative, or something. I already know he’s the guy who keeps stealing forks and tea bags.
Now, look; I have no doubt that purplehorseshoe is quite presentable, and could probably even be said to be decorative; but somehow the image of her standing outside the Ladies and contriving to pee into an oversized trash bin* does not strike me as one that her employers and co-workers would treasure, in a “Let’s make THIS picture the one we put on the front cover of the Annual Company Report!” sort of way.
*or even an ordinary wastebasket-sized one, if it comes to that
Dear people who don’t understand credit/debit cards: Please stop using them. Now.
If a business (such as, say, a hotel, since that’s where I work) authorizes your card, your bank will hold that amount of money away from your use until either that charge is made, or until the authorization drops off (and the timing on that is usually decided by your bank.) The entire purpose of an authorization is to make sure that you can actually cover your bill at the time that the charge is made. Get it? So don’t be shocked when you use a card to check into the joint, and then can’t use the money you’ve pledged to pay for your room at some other establishment. That’s just how it works…
And another thing: If you make a hotel reservation, for example (could just as easily be a rental car reservation or somesuch,) and you put your card as a guarantee for that reservation, and then don’t show up to check in (or pick up your car, or whatever,) and don’t cancel your reservation, your card will be charged. You know why? Because we turned away other business, in favor of holding your reservation that your yourself made and guaranteed with a credit card.
Also? If you check into a hotel, having used one card to guarantee your reservation, and a different one to check in, and the hotel can’t get authorization on one of those cards to cover the amount of your stay? Don’t be really shocked when we charge the one that actually has an available balance, especially when you can’t be bothered to answer telephone calls to your room, notes left under your door to see someone at the front desk, nor calls to the phone number you gave us. When you signed that registration card, you signed a contract to pay us for service. That’s kind of how it works…
Dumbasses!
There were big storms by me today & some places lost power. When that happens in some places, some people call me. Now, I didn’t cause this. I didn’t shiny up peoples power-poles & strip their ground wires with my leatherman.
I didn’t stand atop my building hurling lightning bolts at people’s favorite dead trees with one hand while doing an Uru-Hammer toss & butt-shimmying dance routine. I just handle the after math of storms & try to get resources from A to B to get it all back in order again as quickly as possible.
But some people will still insist that ‘I did this to them’. :rolleyes:
“Yes, Ma’am. Yes, I know you can lose breast milk w/o refrigeration. Yes, I know you can’t buy it in a store. I am sorry. Power is out because of the storm. Two trucks are there already & working on it.” Well I guess that today I was just a slow learner because it took me the better part of an hour,
sitting on my hands and taking verbal abuse that no one should ever have to take, before I realized one simple fact that most of you already know.
There Is NOTHING ON THIS EARTH that can soothe a woman who has been deprived of 34 pints of breast milk. :smack:
“Hey kid…don’t drink the milk!” “Why not…?” “Its Spoiled! Pass it on…”
34 pints!?
Who the frack was it? Dolly Parton?
You have my sympathy. Does FRJ miss file things and then say that its not his fault that the system is so complicated? Bonus points if the filing system is numerical instead of alpha.
And what’s with the forks? I could understand taking home 6 or 8, but every couple of months, I’ll notice that there aren’t any forks and will go to a thrift store and buy a handful. I’ve been doing this for 5 years. Why in the world would anyone want over 150 mismatched thrift store forks?
My work rant…the AC went on the fritz today. Summer in Arizona, a large brick building with no windows. The AC probably won’t be fixed for a few days and the bricks and parking lot will just soak up the heat to share it after the AC is fixed. It will take a week to get the temp back to tolerable levels.
You know, I was thinking about that. I picture a topless woman with a harness & twin vacuum cleaner tubes on her chest. On the floor is a machine that rattles & shakes like a paint-shaker in a hardware store. In her right hand is a TV remote; her left…a pack of Lucky’s.
A lit cigarette hangs from her lower lip. Suddenly, the lights dim and go out. Sparks stop flying out of the machine on the floor as it and the TV fall silent. The woman breathes out a cloud of smoke & 2 words form on her lips: “Damn You…!” :eek:
I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or call Tuscan Dairy…
The system is alpha AND numeric, both at the same time, and FRJ INVENTED IT. It doesn’t make any damn sense to anybody on this planet except him, and even that is questionable. I think he just made up the most ridiculously complicated system in the world so that he can pretend that he is irreplaceable. But 50% of the time, stuff is missing, and the other 50% of the time, it’s misfiled (with an additional 15% where stuff starts out missing and then when it is found it is located in the wrong file, which is also somehow missing).
I work with contracts. Being unable to find this stuff is sub-optimal, to say the very least. Also: they keep hiring temps for him, to “help” him “work through” his “backlog,” and yet those poor temps are the only people I ever actually see filing anything. Every time I have to go into the File Room Pit of Despair, he is “tweaking the system to improve efficiency.” Yes, he really talks like that. I want to punch him in the teeth. But I can’t do that, because he has also somehow managed to get himself in charge of ordering office supplies for my department, so if I ever want to get another Dixie cup full of paperclips (because heaven forbid he ever actually orders NEW ones) then I have to not assault him.
Our forks are plastic. So at least they’re cheap and disposable. It’s still obnoxious when there are, like, 10,000 spoons in the drawer and no knives or forks because someone was having a picnic over the weekend or something.
For a very reasonable fee, my cousin Vinnie will punch him in the teeth or anywhere else you’d like. And Vinnie will then grab his hair, get right up in his face, and explain, in words of one syllable, that FRJ/SG is expected to improve his work ethic, and also expected to order office supplies in a timely manner.
Vinnie is not all that bright, but he’s capable of getting the job done, and also capable of making sure OTHER PEOPLE get their jobs done.
I think I would like your cousin Vinnie very much. I think there need to be Vinnies in every department of every division of every company everywhere, ever. (This is probably why I will never get promoted to management, but oh well.)
Fixed that for you. 
Not a rant, just a sad. I found out today that two very well liked members of the credit union here passed away over the weekend. Unrelated deaths, one had cancer so it wasn’t really a surprise, but the other was relatively young. I handle the death claims so I’m the one who has to deal with the families, and it’s even harder when I liked the person a lot. It sucks when the nice people die. 
Ok as I typed this I came up with a rant. For God’s sake co-workers, you know when I go to lunch. Same time every day. So stop calling me! I don’t answer the phone when I’m at lunch, I never do, so stop it!!
You’ll make an exception for me, though, right? Because I’m special and all that shit.
We rotate phones at work - I usually end up having them 2-3x/month. We are supposed to do our darndest to handle each call rather than passing the client back to the assigned worker. One of my poor co-workers ended up with a dilly of a client who demanded to speak with me NOW, telling coworker to get off her ass and drag the phone to me pronto. Coworker attempted to explain that I was not in the office, she could not drag the phone to me, and asked how she could assist. Client kept wailing about the necessity of speaking only to me, &c. Finally, coworker told her I would be on phones in two weeks, she could call back then.
Guess who had a sudden change of attitude?
I may have several jobs available for Vinnie…
We have a secure recycling bin–it’s locked, and when it’s picked up, the contents are shredded by the vendor. So why did some moron use our countertop shredder to shred a bunch of paper documents? (This is one designed for things like CDs and credit cards.) Furthermore, why did they not think to stop and empty out the tiny bin even once? I went to empty it out after shredding some old ID cards, and I almost couldn’t get it open, shit was jammed in there so tightly. Bonus: I had to run through several sheets of paper to clean out the teeth once I was finally able to get the bin free, because there was so much shit jammed up in there.
$5 says it’s the coworker getting the secret divorce who’s been having all of their correspondence from their divorce attorney sent to the office.
Not necessarily. The baby could be Callista Flockhart…
Wait, what? Secret from who? The person they are divorcing? Because I think you have to tell them at some point..