fucking object cleaner is such a condecending bitch! If she actually did a good job I wouldn't mind so much. And the most annoying this is that I was in the right, but failed to articulate it properly!


Also, if everyone knows that those people smoke at the store, and that they'll get sacked if Directorate find out, why does no one tell them that everyone knows they do it? I feel bad about it, even though they are smoking in a) a workplace (illegal), and b) a museum store (fucking stab-worthy).

*kicks things*

Yes, we have every single contact for you, jerk. But we also have 465 students. If yours got overlooked, I'm sorry. But that's no reason for you to be a bitch to me about it.

Ha! People make me laugh. I've got a pair who are disgruntled because they got in trouble for punching in and then leaving the premises to go pick up breakfast. Now they are out to get everyone who bends any rule. In fact, their main objective seems to be to disrupt the work of others in order to whisper and hiss about their perceived injustices.

So, I run a simple report of all sales they logged in the sales database, and I run another of all of the actual sales that occurred in our customer database, and guess what? HUGE discrepencies!

What a shame. I guess now they will have something else to think about.

ooh, that's kinda evil! I likes it.

and my workplace rant is not for me. it is on behalf of the husband. so he works in a printing factory. the factory has weekend work often enough, but his press has been fortunate enough to have every weekend off for the past month. but then, on a holiday weekend, they decide that now's the time to make him work a Sunday. aaaaargh!

to the builders in my office..

it's a small office. it's bad enough that you're here, drilling and shunting and generally making buildery-type noises. it's even worse that because you are here the kettle is not. it's also not good that you have your radio on (playing shite music, may i add).

on top of all that, i really, truly do not want to hear your womanising gossip, your beery reminisences and your plans for the weekend.

plese hurry up and finish so you can go away.

dear Higher Ups -

okay. this is whats going on:
1. it is the USA's biggest holiday outside like Christmas and Thanksgiving, yet the contract is fully staffed.
2. 12 of us had to sit in a tiny room for 2 hours with the worlds most annoying and hypocritical Quality Monitor.
3. after this morning of complete and utter pound-my-head-on-a-desk boredom, you expect us to write our final exam.
4. while writing this final exam we discover that one of our tools isn't working. we can deal. we can use the backup.
5. the backup tool for that tool isn't working either.
in short, this was the most retarded day on record. and its not over yet!
-me

Uhg.

So not only am I hating this having to come in at 6am after two 12 hour shifts, I have to go to the "corporate" building which doesn't turn on its HVAC systems until 7am. Which means its stuffy and the air is off. It gives me a headache and makes me sleepy. I sit here and try not to nod off.

I mean, its great that they turn off lights and other unnecessary systems when no one is in the building normally, but damnit i hate this.

I'm pretty sure that today was "welcome, assholes" at my job.

First question:
Woman: Hi, I want a shower pan, but I don't like any that you have in stock, what do you have in special order?

Me: Well, this is our special order catalog, and pretty much all of these companies have their own styles, which are pretty much all the same thing. Shower pans don't have to much in the way of stylized differences.

W: Well, fine, I guess I'll just sit here and look through all these until I find something I like.

Me (to myself): Thats normally how you order from the catalog.

Next:

Man: Hi does _____ work here?

Me: Yeah, let me find him really quick.

after calling for him: I'm sorry, he just went to lunch.

Man: lunch? its 10:30 in the morning, who goes to lunch?

Me: well, he has been here since 6 this morning, so accounting for lunch usually being halfway through the shift, his lunch would actually fall at 10. Can I help you?

Man: well he had helped me with this order and he knows everything about it, what can you do for me.

(about this time I realized nothing I could say would let me help him.)

Me: well I'll see if I can get my department manager back here, I'm sure she'll be able to help you.

Man: well what can she do?

Me: As she is the department manager, and as such is my boss and his boss, she will actually be able to do more for you than even he could.

Follow up, a couple hours later, apparently even though my boss was the most qualified person in the store to help this guy, it still took her a good half hour to convince this guy that she could help him. oh well. I've decided that people here "her, she, (insert woman's name here)" and since I work in a major home supply store that women don't know as much as men. I always try to emphasize it to make the customer feel bad. "Well She has been here longer than I have, She is the manager of this department and She will be able to assist you better than I will." Makes them kinda shrink down.

There were about 4 more I can think of, but I'm tired of writing and this is getting really long. Well one more:

Man: I just got this fixture and I need a light that goes with it and looks like the one it comes with.

Me: Alright, well we don't carry that brand, but I can show you the lights we have that will go with that fixture.

(show him to the light bulbs [technically CFL's, as thats what the fixture calls for] and show him the one that works)

Man: That's not the same bulb.

Me: No, its a different brand, but it will fit in your fixture and work just the same.

Man: The box says it uses a 23 watt CFL. Thats a 26 watt.

Me: Sir, they its the same bulb, and 3 watts won't make a difference. They are both the equivalent of a 100 watt incandescent bulb.

(after a 5 minute argument over whether or not 3 watts really makes a difference, I call another associate, who then spent another 10 minutes arguing about 3 watts. Needless to say, he left huffy and we were like "idiot")

*hugs for everyone dealing with eejits*

It would be super nice if the Boss would let me know when he makes exceptions for people regarding their tuition payments so that I don't send them invoices and then they call me all pissed off saying he told them he didn't have to pay it until August.
If you want everyone to pay the rest of the tuition by July 1st, you can't make exceptions for people without telling me!

To the Boss Peoples at the Big Machine-

I really don't mind being with you guys, because right now there's a screaming need and I get to see old friends and he'p them out as well.

However....do please try to pay more attention. Coming to get me so I can drop what I'm doing and take a delivery to another part of campus in another part of town is fine....not even opening your mouths about it until the damn thing is already late?

Not so much.

Also- whatever y'all spilled in the van- ripping out the carpet didn't do the job.

It stinks, there are fruit flies.

It's summer.

FIX IT!

Your not-so-obedient servant.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Can we do without this verbal abuse?? It's a simple decision, people! Why can't you be nice to each other??

It's fuckin idiotic to be afraid to ask your boss for any decision BECAUSE YOU KNOW HE'S GOING TO YELL AT SOMEONE EVERY TIME IF YOU DO.

Really, you are grown-ups. Don't yell at one another. And not in front of me.

I feel I have to shield people from my boss! How stupid is that?

I didn't think it could...but it just keeps getting better and better.

Question I just asked Jocelyn:

Hypothetically, if I had to go to Taiwan soon, when would I need to be back?

quote:

Originally posted by Tongster:
Question I just asked Jocelyn:

Hypothetically, if I had to go to Taiwan soon, when would I need to be back?

*is glad my company is on travel restrictions this "wedding summer"*

I used to have to shield people from my boss, and put said boss in a happy mood when she was in a foul one. "Thank gods I'm in a new job."

Now I work with a bunch of females who are convinced they're still in high school. Both sides of the work place bitch and moan about each other to other people and never bother going up to anyone and telling them what's bothering them until they let it bloat up inside. In which case it explodes out and we have an argument on our hands. New girl wants to do more but is too common-horse-senseless for me to let her, so she's out doing yard work for the boss's bitchy wifey. Sunburnt to high hell and she (new girl) wants ME to put some lotion on her? What. The. Fuck. Can I curl up and die yet? Please?

And how is it that people who've been working around horses longer than me know less on how to care for them? All granted I AM the queen of the elements- chemicals, toxins, bodily functions- and medical things in all living creatures are... well... how I live.

Look. It's SUPPOSED to soften the foot and draw shit out.

Look. It's SUPPOSED to dry the shit out.

Look. After the shit is dried out? They're OKAY! They can go back to work!

LOOK! Do you even KNOW what epsiom salt, hydrogen peroxide and rubbing alcohol ARE? DO YOU?!

Let's not even talk about tails. I'll write an idiot-proof book about it all someday.

~hugs Chlisher~
hey, you've not been round for a while...
& you've lost your bunneh ears!
Hope things get better for you.

My apologies to any Chemists that belongs to the Board but....

Suppose you have two ways to determine the composition of a fabric.
Suppose they are both as easy.
Suppose one would cost the client 50 euro while the other would cost 16 euro.
Why on earth would you choose the 50 euro option?

Oh, I know because you are a stupid Chemist that knows shit about Textile Technology and you introduce your self as a scientist while when you first came to work here you prepeared dense sulphuric acid solutions with bare hands, because latex gloves were cumbersome!

That must be the answer!