Yeah, people think I'm younger than I am too (somebody yesterday thought I was 24 - I'm 28) but at least they usually figure I'm over 18.

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Originally posted by St.CountZero:
Yeah, people think I'm younger than I am too (somebody yesterday thought I was 24 - I'm 28) but at least they usually figure I'm over 18.

For me, it's the opposite. People think I'm at least 16 (I'm 14) since I say "Sir" and "Ma'am" and use proper English.

it's trickled off lately, but all during my 20's I would get carded everywhere. Once when I was about 25 I stopped to buy a bottle of wine and had my ID out 'cos I figured he'd ask for it. He did. Then he thought it was fake! I finally said, look outside, see that red car? those are my parents. Why don't you go ask them when I was born!

I guess I must be lookin old, nobody cards me anymore...

i hate new people at work. specifically new people who never come to work.

i mean. seriously. you've been at the job for less than three weeks and you've already called in sick/not showed up for 7 shifts.

i have had one "i'm stressed and won't be a good server day", one "i misssed my ferry day, of which i warned you about a week in advance may happen" and one day where i went home early. in a year. not a month. a year. gah!

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Originally posted by Marvinmarymac:
The next person who takes it upon themselves to ask me my age, and then argues with me about it is getting the death of a thousand cuts inflicted by receipt roll. I mean it.

I know how old I am.
Really.

How old are you?

*snickers in preperation for his response*


Actually I have the same problem too. No one believes that I'm only 24, they all think 30 or something... I am geniunly shocked whenever I get carded.

23. [ETA to fix '24' typo: my mother's insistence that I'm a year older than I am is starting to affect me. help]
And OK, I know I don't look it. But seriously, arguing? How mad do you get that you will argue with the cashier about her age?

[teasing]23? Never, you're oooobbbvvvviously 17!!![/teasing]

But yeah, that is pretty darn weird arguing with you about your own age! I usually mess around with people and shoot way over my age, like 35 or so. Then after they call me on it, I tell them my real age, they still don't believe me because they think I'm just messing with them and am just undershooting it this time. Sooooooo great to mess with people

Sodding Manchester branch!

Why do they have to check my reports? WHY!!!

They think they're so great and almighty and are so bloody patronising.

Let us not forget who it was who changed the entire 'Charity Contact' field on the company database to one person...hmmmm? Yes, someone from the Manchester branch. And who had to change it all back, the rest of us!!!#

Gah...pains in my ass...

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Originally posted by St.Barbarella:
Sodding Manchester branch!

Why do they have to check my reports? WHY!!!

They think they're so great and almighty and are so bloody patronising.

Let us not forget who it was who changed the entire 'Charity Contact' field on the company database to one person...hmmmm? Yes, someone from the Manchester branch. And who had to change it all back, the rest of us!!!#

Gah...pains in my ass...

GGGGRRRRRRRRRR freaking idiots checking your projects......GRRRRRRRRRR

New uniform at work.
The manager failed to order the X Small size for me, even though I very kindly asked hinm too, not out of vanity but coz the Small size, being a male's shirt, looks so frigging huge on me it's a miracel people take me seriously. It goes down to my knees and you could fit two of me inside. As a result, there's more shirt tucked into my trousers than out of them hanging in bags around my sides. The "short sleeve" is just down past my elbows.
The new apron is full body, and I have to wrap the string around me 3 times.
And, finally, we're supposed to keep the money in the front pockets that are "conveniently" closed with velcro -which means that a) it's a pain in the arse to open and close; b) the hard velcro scratches your hands HARD, imagine when we do that, what, 100 times a day? 200? c) it's impossible to SEE the coins or notes, we have to take everything out and then see what we've got and what we give back. Again, note this has to be done a undred times a day. Finally, all the weight from your money is hanging from your neck.

Now, fucking managers and owners fo the fucking place: have you even spared ONE thought about how practical this is? have you actually tried it JUST ONCE to see how good an idea this waS? Coz if you ahd you'd have discarded it.
So, now, I'm assuming you didn't and that you took your decission based on looks and money, basically, with not one single thought for all your employers all over the country. So, please be so kind to tell me now WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I GIVE A MOTHERFUCKING FUCK ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS???

You won't be seeing me there long, that I can tell you.

We had training for work- learning about the measuring and administering of medications.
The kids that I work with have multiple, complex support needs, such as: just about any type of epilepsy that you could care to mention, hormonal imbalances, gastrostomy tubes to be fed through, severe learning disabilities, mobility problems, communication difficulties, deafness, blindness, etc. (Conditions like cerebral palsy often mean that learning disabilities will go hand in hand with epilepsy and visual/hearing problems, because when the brain doesn't form properly all of these things are affected.)
SOOoooo all of this requires a whole cocktail of medications- to keep their conditions stable, relieve some symptoms, stop things getting worse. Medication is always a tricky thing to decide; you need to find a balance of effect and side-effect, and sometimes decide if the side-effects are worth the cure. Sometimes they ain't.

It's not the kids who make that decision- they can't. In fact, often it's not the families of the kids. Tests are done in hospitals, and a consultant decides which drugs would work best. The families rarely question those decisions, because, well, what do they know about shit like brain chemistry?
But it turns out that maybe consultants aren't always making the best decisions. We give children mixtures of meds that have clinical warnings saying that you SHOULDN'T mix them. We put drugs in their gastrostomies that were never designed to be poured down a tube. Sometimes, we have to give them drugs that we really, really shouldn't.
There's nothing we can do except fight. We CANNOT refuse to give a child those drugs. Usually the child's parents are too exhausted to fight, or question.
One of my colleagues has been working in the care industry for 20-odd years. Watching her face told a whole, tragic story; she says, "the consulants decide: what the hell, the kids are disabled, they're going to die young anyway. We might as well give them the drugs." She says, "you fight for so long, and then you just give up and join them."

1) Our computer - system broke down completely a few weeks ago and my boss insisted that that was just not possible: "Can't be. We didn't do anything wrong." Well, that may be, but still nothing was working. You can't make a problem go away by simply denying it!
2) Computer working, telephone out of order. 3)Telephone working, but only so that we can make calls, not receive them.
4)Receiving callls, but not able to make them... (to be continued)
I suggested to put up a sign, a sort of check-list: Things that don't work today (One day that's going to be me...)

Ahem, shoppers!

Your kids should not, ever, be climbing in or around the cages and tubs of new stock that we wre trying to tag and put out.

And if Tan or I have to remove another one of them from said cages or tubs, we're going to hit them with drop-kicks that would make O'Gara proud.

You got me?

(ARGH. I hate bank holiday weekends.)

also, neither kids nor parents should venture on top of ladders twice my height that have big signs saying "employees only". similarly, public restrooms are *not* located behind the big grey doors that say "employees only". when you go through those doors and see a stockroom, it means you're in the wrong place, dumbass

Speaking of toilets, customers from the world, please, use your FUCKING COMMON SENSE when you want to go to the toilet.
Be adventurous -try and find the toilet BY YOURSELF beside coming and asking. Coz it's not around a corner, it's not hidden, it's the damn freaking huge door with the massive sign that says "TOILETS" right behind you. If you had bothered to turn your head, you'd have seen it, but no, instead it seemed more intelligent to stand up, walk half the length of the restaurant (it's a HUGE place), stop us in the middle of something and say "Where's your toilets?" with that kind of disgusted look that's almost saying "Where did you bastards put it again?". Right behind you, dumbass.

Also, please, you can read, fine. Now can you UNDERSTAND? the sign says "We'll be close duntil 5". You can stand there by the sign looking cross all you want, you can throw us dirty looks, you can ask us "Are you rally closed until 5?" as many times you want. We're still damn close duntil 5. What part of "we're closed until 5" is so obscure really?
And I'll mention that this is a restaurant, as in, a private business. not a frigging public service. We don't HAVE TO be open for you. we don't HAVE TO feed you. There's other restaurants in the centre. Even if we were the only ones -if we're closed, we're closed. Moan and grumble and swear and whatever. And get the fuck over it.

so true... I love it when customers walk aimlessly in the middle of the fucking store, looking for restrooms. yes, we put our restrooms right there, in the geometrical center of the building. that makes sense.

Content filters SUCK! So do incompetent IT workers.

when a meeting has been aranged over a month it's really really bad practice to cancel attending the night before - especially when you don't tell the person who arranged it!

can we say aarrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRGGGGGgggggggggg, sure we can

My supervisor is a fucking incompetant asshole and I am so tired of pulling her butt out of the fire and the ONLY REASON I keep doing it is I still think this project is worthwhile and don't want to see it go down the tubes.

And if she keeps giving me fearful Bambi eyes every time I try to explain something technological to her I may just puke all over her some day.

- Cho, who missed lunch today because of this same pea-brain

Reviving this thread to bitch about the newspaper I work for again.



Straight from my blog:

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It's a Dilbert world

PANEL 1:
Top Boss to me: Drop everything and come up here IMMEDIATELY to take notes on this excellent training I'm getting from this great media consulter. I want an article in our paper about it ASAP, you understand me?

PANEL 2:
Media consulter: ...and our findings tell us that online, small ads in menus have as much effect as big banners. In print, half page ads for 12.000 Dollars are actually MORE successful than whole page ads for 25.000 Dollars. So I'm wondering what happens when the advertising world gets to hear of this.

PANEL 3:
Top Boss (glaring at me): Over my dead body.

Me: Er...that means I can leave, right?

He has pointy hair, too.

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