I think I'll go apply at the Halloween Superstore this afternoon.
Yes, you should do that. And tell me if you get an employee discount.
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I think I'll go apply at the Halloween Superstore this afternoon.
Yes, you should do that. And tell me if you get an employee discount.
Not so much a work rant, as a work boggle: wait, *I'M* the techy go-to person on the team? How the hell did that happen? And yes, I did ask my co-worker if they'd tried restarting their computer.
My other go to question for tech help.
"Are you in Europe? Do you need an adapter?"
wait, *I'M* the techy go-to person on the team? How the hell did that happen? And yes, I did ask my co-worker if they'd tried restarting their computer.
Heh. Yep, that happened to me when I started teaching. I arrived, all enthusiastic about virtual learning environments and electronic blackboards, in a department without a single computer on a single desk. (There were two in the coffee room. I didn't even get paid for the many, many hours I spent showing people how to find Google on them.)
Last I checked he was a member of b.org. How creepy is THAT?
I know your boss, and it's totally creepy is what it is. Plus, I think you should file a sexual harrassment suit against him for inappropriate touching.
Now I'm wondering what would happen if someone had a split personality and one personality sued another.
I have no office rant per se, but yesterday one of my work colleagues turned up in the exact same suit as me. Same brand, same line, same fabric. It's a total office faux pas. (This is the guy I had to stop from calling me billytea.)
Now I'm wondering what would happen if someone had a split personality and one personality sued another.
Well, they'd be paying costs at least.
Watch out you don't get "Single White Femaled", bt. It's funny...one year I thought that movie was total crap...the next I had one. She cut her hair like me, got a lot of the same clothes and talked to my shrink on the phone. Of course, I lived, unlike the movie victim. It got really worrisome when she told a family vacation story of mine like it was hers.
My department recently put together a style guide. Now there are several people in that department who believe that we can convince the other 550+ people in the organization to a) read it, b) comply with it, and c) care when we call them on failing to do a or b.
I am not one of those people. However, I will bring them cookies when their dreams are crushed under the weight of organizational indifference to the serial comma.