At Work

On this thread, we will bitch, moan, and complain about things that happened at work. Go ahead -- vent!

If you don't work, or are a student (any paid work experience, ever, counts), get your own thread! (Suggested titles: LEACH, Dazed and Confused.)

I'll start...

True Stories from Substitute Teaching, Pt. 1: " Mr Rideout, eh? Mind if I call you Mr Burnout?"

 Arrrrgh! It took a full two hours and three bags of frozen peas for the vein in my forehead to stop throbbing! 

REdrUm!

 

 See you Monday morning, fellow pee-ons!

  BTW: I wanted to call this thread "Men At Work," but didn't dare, now that we have 2.5 active female members here...

 

 

 

 

 HI G-dub-thee Thir Knight !

Edited by Peter Rideout

I usually just vent my anger right at work. It's a good thing I am a teamster or I would have lost my job years ago.

I am very meticulous, have many pet peaves and usually downright surly and temperamental....other than that I am an angel.

Right now work hasn't been too difficult or stressful of late...same sh#t, different day as the old saying goes.

I came to my senses a few years ago and now work for myself. The last "real" job I had I walked out of and didn't even bother picking up my last paycheck. This was in Calgary AB. One of the biggest mistakes of my life was working in the corporate world in Calgary , what a goofy city. I just packed up and left for HOME in Montreal. They tried to contact me but I just laughed at all the messages they left on my machine. He who laughs last always laughs the loudest.

What if we don't technically go to work? Can I complain about bugs in my word processor? I don't expect much sympathy...

Or I could borrow my wife's complaints, which are many. So far it seems that "No Child Left Behind" has resulted in a lot of children being left behind. Instead of a diploma these kids are just going to get a printout of the results of the standardized tests they've been taking nonstop for 14-15 years.

I can see it now, "Pomp and Circumstance" in the background, and the principal saying "Congratulations, and time's up; put down your pencils." Instead of a mortarboard you get a stack of punch cards.

(do they even use punch cards any more?)

LOL. "Mr. Burnout". With your dedication to renaming forum members, there's a bit of poetic justice in that, isn't there? Although the only thing your name makes me think of is an obscure lyric from Joy Division's "Twenty Four Hours":

So this is permanence, love’s shattered pride.
What once was innocence, turned on it’s side.
A cloud hangs over me, marks every move,
Deep in the memory, of what once was love.

Oh how I realised how I wanted time,
Put into perspective, tried so hard to find,
Just for one moment, thought I’d found my way.
Destiny unfolded, I watched it slip away.

Excessive flashpoints, beyond all reach,
Solitary demands for all I’d like to keep.
Let’s take a ride out, see what we can find,
A valueless collection of hopes and past desires.

I never realised the lengths I’d have to go,
All the darkest corners of a sense I didn’t know.
Just for one moment, I heard somebody call,
Looked beyond the day in hand, there’s nothing there at all.

Now that I’ve realised how it’s all gone wrong,
Gottas find some therapy, this treatment takes too long.
Deep in the heart of where sympathy held sway,
Gotta find my destiny, before it gets too late.

I hate working Saturdays especially when there isnt anything to do at work either its so Boring!

and i have a hangover 

 

Still at work.....
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Coffee stil sucks.......
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Think I'm getting an ulcer from it

I deal with "The General Public" everyday. I am a "Manager" and occasionally I cover other branches as a favour-which is what I did today.

Within minutes of opening the door a guy comes in and says "has my problem been sorted out yet?" Not noticing any obvious ailment and being a retail outlet I told him that if he could explain his problem I should be able to sort it out.

He says:

"I dont want to talk to the monkey-get me the organ-grinder!"

I "escorted" him off the premises and told him to return either when he could talk to me in a civilised manner (he was lucky he still had his teeth but i got laid last night) or when the usual manager was in.

Our company has nearly 2000 outlets in the UK so of course we have a customer service department.....guess what?

25 minutes later I get a call from customer services saying the guy claimed I had been very rude to him and had practically dragged him out of the shop...and that I should apologise!

Needless to say that despite further urgings from my Area Manager no apology will be forthcoming

But the point is how could he even think he had any reason to complain about me?

Just before you state the obvious-believe it or not I am very good at customer service ( no laughing at the back) and can be charming, polite and diplomatic when paid to do so!  Honest!

 

Edited by Reed Lover

Glad to see this thread is such a ranting, roaring success!

Reed: "I can be charming, polite, and diplomatic when paid to do so" -- Ha!

Arser: Hang in there -- only 30 more years or so to go....

Get back to work!

Hmmmm.... cold beer... perhaps some music and a snooze on the couch.... 

arcer wrote: sigh.... still here.... bad pizza from bad pizza place has now arrived...

I subscibe to the philosophy that pizza is like sex...even when it's bad, it's still pretty good.

except with anchovies.

nobody should have sex with anchovies.

Reed Lover wrote: Who the f*ck's Anne Chovis? why would you not have sex with her? Does she have a face like a pizza? How's Pizza like sex? I'm very confused. How can bad sex be good? Good for whom?

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I seriously hope you're joking Reedy my boy.

Sometimes I cannot tell when you're serious or not.

 

Edited by gdub411