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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I have a new person on the "Allyson's 48 bosses" list, who is a know-it-all annoyance who just wrote me up for not having enough room under my desk to hide in case of earthquake. I'm 4'10". I have assloads of room for me, my computer...shit, I could work under my desk comfortably.
I smell war.
I have a new person on the "Allyson's 48 bosses" list, who is a know-it-all annoyance who just wrote me up for not having enough room under my desk to hide in case of earthquake.
W.T.F?!?!?!
That's just...wow, Allyson, you really do work with jerks!
"There are VIPs ahead. You need to walk on the other side of the street."
This statement is making me laugh and laugh. Maybe I'm just having flashbacks to the time James Marsters came to Dragon*Con, and how his bodyguards nearly flattened me. I didn't even notice he was in the lobby. I just wanted to use the elevator.
who is a know-it-all annoyance who just wrote me up for not having enough room under my desk to hide in case of earthquake.
So he has nothing better to do? Things were a bit slow so he decided, hey, why don't I just be a jerk instead of just sitting here?
WTF does that even mean, Allyson?
OMG, I was just talking to my boss about potential PTO days I'll need to head down to Champaign for school, and she told me that since they are for an approved education program, they'll give me the days and I won't have to take them out of my PTO bank! That's two weeks extra vacation/sick days.
I have to say this about this company--they may not pay a lot, but they sure do have great benefits.
There was a safety walkthrough. It's some sort of racket that keeps us tied up in paperwork.
Once, I gave the new safety guy a lab tour, and about 15 minutes after he left, there was a crowd of people outside the door demanding to know why I allowed someone to walk into a on operating "laser lab" without safety goggles.
I walked them down to the lab. The laser in question was weaker than a laser pointer, and if he had looked at the clearly marked safety sheet on the door, he would have seen that no goggles were required.
Instead of asking me, DumbBitch (as I call him in my head) called in the Safety Calvary, tattling his way into everyone knowing he's a moron.
And don't get me started on the timer on the coffee pot.
I have to say this about this company--they may not pay a lot, but they sure do have great benefits.
And not just great in the tangible time-and-money sense; it sounds like they're really behind you.
I smell war.
Turn this to your advantage. Sic this person on your landlord.
This statement is making me laugh and laugh. Maybe I'm just having flashbacks to the time James Marsters came to Dragon*Con, and how his bodyguards nearly flattened me. I didn't even notice he was in the lobby. I just wanted to use the elevator.
Uh-huh. I'm sure I looked like such the Jennifer Hudson fangurl. And it was probably just some flunkie of the mayor's that I couldn't be near.