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My job sucks more than yours
#46
I'm in Chicago for a meeting. The temperature when I woke up was 7. With the wind chill, they say it's -17. Last night I got snowed on and it's supposed to snow more today.

Until the cab comes to take me back to the airport, I'm not leaving the hotel unless held at gunpoint.
Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
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#47
Go Bears!
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#48
This didn't happen to me but I saw it and could relate.

As I drove through the intersection near the black hole of my second house, a pickup truck came through the intersection in the opposite direction. He hadn't tied his lumber load properly. As he accelerated when the light changed to green, the plywood, 1x3's, and drywall slid out of the back of his truck into the middle of the intersection. Ouch. Oops Very sad. Nothing makes the day like scrambling to put ten sheets of plywood back into the truck while you have succesfully blocked the entire intersection.
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#49
I like poking people with needles... So let me at them.
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#50
I had that happen to me once. Only we were carrying risers, not plywood. And when we dumped the load, it was on the railroad tracks that go from the Santa Cruz mountains down to the Boardwalk. And as soon as we dumped the load, the oncoming train blew it's whistle.

Now, how many times have you seen that train go through town?

Exactly.

But it had to pick just that moment. Sheesh. You've never seen a couple of college students work faster than we did at that moment to get those risers off the railroad tracks.

Of course, we were laughing our heads off the whole time. Certainly made the work go faster.
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#51
Yeah, I once had a hostage fall out of the back of a stolen van we were using. Talk about embarrassing!
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.
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#52
Had to go out to the Lowry house to clean up blood left behind by the shooting company. It was supposed to be Set Dec's job, but they baled. Losers.
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#53
Spent the day upgrading one my notebooks from XP to Vista. Kept running into error messages saying there wasn't enough disk space. Couldn't figure it out and then I realized that these cheap bastards I work sent me a notebook with a 30GB hard drive. Sheesh.
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#54
What an exhausting week. Never thought I'd have to compose a letter like the following:

Hi <manager>.
I have worked closely with Deborah for the past two weeks. My observations over that period of time make me question her suitability for this project.
1. While she may be a skilled editor, her basic computer knowledge appears deficient. She is prone to putting all files that she receives on her desktop, not in folders. On one occasion, I strongly recommended that she put a number of image files in a folder (after she had cluttered up her desktop with them). She then put them in the root of her C: drive. Her argument throughout was that if she put them in a folder, she would lose track of them.
2. Her knowledge of Framemaker is not what we had hoped. While she can do basic formatting and editing, she has little understanding of how to convert Word or pdf files to Framemaker in an efficient manner. In particular, she would type in tables from scratch rather than copy/paste as plain text, then convert to table – a far more efficient approach. Likewise, she did not know how to import images by reference. The fact that she does not understand folders (see point 1) means that explaining the use of an Image subfolder (for imported images) will likely be time-consuming.
3. In terms of temperament, she has complained at length on a couple of occasions about unfair treatment – some related to the workplace, some more general, and some rather disturbing. I hesitate to use the term persecution complex, but that’s the sense I get. This has been a significant distraction to me.
All in all, I question her value to our team and fear that she may hinder more than help us in meeting some very aggressive deadlines.


Cranefly again. Ever have to teach a new hire, and soon into the proceedings you realize you have a nutcase? One hint: a 2-hour tirade (on company time) against past employers who had mistreated her. Another: a 1-hour tirade (company time) against Indians and all companies that hire them – in particular, our company. Others on the team were equally disturbed by her. She complained of unfairness at every turn, accused us all of not being writers (only she is qualified), and complained about us taking our lunch break without her. Things got so bad that our manager ordered us all to document our experiences. I did so as tactfully as I could.
I'm hoping she is soon gone. Working with her has been an ordeal, and we're further than ever from making our deadlines.
I'm nobody's pony.
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#55
Laid off on Wednesday.
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#56
Well, CF, why don't you hire me? I may not know any of that there fancy computer stuff, but I am relatively harmless and can write a sentence. I also know enough to put things in files and label them. Whaddaya say?



PS: I like Indians and can eat lunch by myself.
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#57
Sure you are suffering the ennui of the midlife. But has a cat done this on your desk?Twice?

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#58
She just came back from a trip to Beijing/Chicago sick as a dog. I've heard from the promoter of the Chicago tourney and she said everyone on her crew fell ill after with strep or some other 'god awful flu.' My boss had to get IV fluids last week, but she scheduled her recovery for today. So she's back in the office, still sick and way out-of-it, barking out incoherent orders and telling us to be quiet because she doesn't feel well. We share our email terminal because it's all massively fire-walled, and I just noticed a horrid dried gob of sneeze/cough on the computer case, not at all unlike TQ's cat love letters. Lord knows how many other such presents are lying within infectious reach. We burn moxa in the office - some messed up TCM thought that you can smoke out the cooties, so we all smell like cheap cigar smoke now. Tomorrow I'm bringing in some nice sage smudge sticks - strictly high grade - just to burn something different. OK, gotta go wash my hands again now...
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#59
A little Lysol maybe. At least the cats don't bark. But they do poop on the monitors occasionally.
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#60
Only on the CRT; never on the flat screen. :o
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