I think WYPR is hoping if enough time passes, people will get tiredf of being mad at them: [link]

I'm having a philosophical difference with my boss.

I'm phoned into the meeting from hell, and there's a mutterer in there. I guess I should ask him to speak more clearly, but I'm getting a fair amount of work done, so I don't feel pressed.

Most people agree that the meeting is a colossal waste of time, but that doesn't stop it from being a daily emotional 90 minutes out of our work day. EVERY DAY.

I'm phoned into the meeting from hell, and there's a mutterer in there. I guess I should ask him to speak more clearly, but I'm getting a fair amount of work done, so I don't feel pressed.

I have a monthly conference call with someone who doesn't know how to use the OI&*U%# mute button. So, we hear him breathing, tapping his pen, his clothing rustling, etc. Ugh.

I love that he's a soldier on the corner but has watched enough Oprah that his vocabulary contains "insight"

Yeah. But nothing will ever be as poignant as Wallace pointing out that Hamilton was never a president. Sigh. Still makes me teary. Damn you, David Simon.

Thanks Jesse!

What do you say to someone when they just refuse to do something about a situation that is their fault. It's not a big enough deal to make a stink over, but it's bullshit

Here's the sitch -- I have a storage area in my new place. I didn't pay for it. There is no light in the area. First, they gave me some bullshit about how it was open at the top for light to come in, etc. Then, when I called them on that (because that wasn't true), they said "there's nothing I can do" Now, it's not something to sue over, but it's bullshit that they're just refusing to address the issue. I didn't pay for it, so I can't get my money back (which I would demand if I had), but I want to say something to garner a response.

So, we hear him breathing, tapping his pen, his clothing rustling, etc. Ugh.

I hate careless noisemakers. Mute is a blessing unto us all, on both ends of the line.

There's a tapper on my floor at work--not near my seat, thankfully. But he's really bad. Hands, feet, and implements. It's consistent enough that it probably constitutes a compulsion, but I'm not sure I could work within earshot.

Surely there has to be something in the building code about rooms having to have light, somewhere, or at least sockets to power lights with?

Surely there has to be something in the building code about rooms having to have light, somewhere, or at least sockets to power lights with?

yes, that's my next step.

Timelies all!

So very sleepy....