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Post by solgroupie on Apr 21, 2011 10:55:27 GMT -5
everybody has a co-worker or boss that drives you crazy. this is a safe place for you to talk about your colleagues behind their back.
me first. i work with a guy who is extremely detail oriented. he leaves NOTHING out when telling a story about anything. he compulsively leaves notes on our desks about anything he feels we need to know. there's only six of us in my office, so we have all had to deal with his long, rambling notes on anything from why he might be five minutes late to something that happened to him back in 1974 he thought was interesting. believe me, it wasn't.
a woman i work with found the following on her desk yesterday:
"when i came back from lunch i used the phone and noticed the "line one" light was on, but naturally assumed someone else in the building was on that line, probably upstairs. a few minutes later the recording aired about registering for the prizes we're giving away friday morning. note: we work at a radio station.
considering how quiet it was in the building and nobody was downstairs except me and (our boss), i noticed the registration calls were only coming in on line 2 and i finally concluded line one was off somewhere given the lack of people in the building.
it turned out to be your phone. you had the phone cord wrapped so tight from unconsciously turning the receiver in your hand one time around each time you pick it up, that the "ball of cord" was blocking the receiver from resting securely in the cradle and breaking the connection from your last call. that's why your phone cord is now stretched out as long as it is. i just picked it up and let it "untwirl.""
i ask you? would you go to that much trouble to type out a three paragraph letter about this? but this is just one of hundreds i have read over the years.
who pisses you off at work?
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Post by mummifiedstalin on Apr 21, 2011 11:19:29 GMT -5
That's pretty amazing, actually. There's gotta be some undiagnosed OCD in there somewhere.
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Post by pablo on Apr 21, 2011 15:07:33 GMT -5
the thing that irks me lately note:I work at the post office is all the guys marching into work with their freakin SHORTS on. It's like "oh look at me with my shorts on!". I mean, they started doing this at the very first HINT of spring in the air-absolutely wayyy before it's really necessary for shorts-I mean, come on! yeah I know, it's no big thing in the grand scheme of things but it just kills me-these prima donna's walking in practically announcing in a very loud voice- "SEE ME WITH MY SHORTS ON!!??"
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Post by inlovewithcrow on Apr 21, 2011 15:38:00 GMT -5
I'm retired, so nothing. I've lived much poorer than most folks could imagine the last few years, conserving money, but that's because nothing about poverty is 1% as bad as awful work situations. Rice and out-dated cheese and bread the only food you can afford? Compare that to crazy boss/underling/coworker and suddenly rice seems yummy. Pass the salt.
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Post by imapotato on Apr 21, 2011 18:06:07 GMT -5
Looking at some of these posts, I would trade in a second.
One boss I had, actually said to me 8 months after my fiancee died of cancer to 'get over it'
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Post by GProopdog on Apr 21, 2011 19:56:55 GMT -5
When I worked one Christmas at Toys' R' Us, I had this one co-worker who just kept following me and staring at me. Not checking to see if I was working or slacking off.....just staring at me. It *really* creeped me out, and I pretty much let him know it. Not in a mean way, but just in a "Listen dude, if you need something from me, just ask me, otherwise, stop staring a hole through me."
Fast forward to about a week after I told him this....in the middle of work, with loads of people walking around, Starey McCreepyson comes up to me and taps me on the shoulder, informing me he wants to fight me then and there for "disrespecting" him. I, of course, just looked at him in disbelief as he continued to go on and on about "Come on bro, we're fighting right now! No one disrespects me and gets away with it!" Not wanting to lose my job, I went and got the manager on duty and explained the situation. Starey McCreepyson proceeds to lie his socks off, claiming I cursed him out and called him several gay slurs "for no reason". Fortunately, a few of my co-workers and some customers backed me up, saying I did no such thing. Guy got fired the next day (to my understanding, he had a history of picking fights with and creeping out co-workers, so I guess me coming to the manager was the last straw for management).
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Post by mccloud on Apr 21, 2011 20:17:24 GMT -5
who pisses you off at work? Almost everyone, at one point or another. I work at a state agency, 300-400 people in one building. A coworker once advised me, "Management is in no way required to be consistent, reasonable, or logical." It is a place where is common for people to go out on 2-6 months leave for "stress." And I'm in Ohio, with a new governor who started in January who is doing his damnedest to take away public employee collective bargaining rights. The entire agency is a working definition of cognitive dissonance.
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Post by Don Quixote on Apr 21, 2011 21:06:57 GMT -5
This Ratso guy I work with is always telling me that he deserves the commission more than I do, because he's got "needs". Well, I'm just as addicted to meth as he is (our pimp keeps us hooked on the stuff), and I'm the one who has to keep making excuses for him to Toppa why he's not turning tricks as much as he's supposed to.
Having a roommate sucks.
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Post by siamesesin on Apr 22, 2011 10:58:20 GMT -5
My coworkers don't really bug me that often.
Now the people who call me?
YOU ARE A NUMBER. YOU WERE ASSIGNED A NUMBER FOR A REASON. WE ARE A BIG UNFEELING CORPORATION AND YOU ARE A BLIP IN OUR DATABASE. THAT WILL NEVER GO AWAY UNLESS YOU STOP SQUIRTING OUT BABIES.
SO FOR THE LOVE OF LITTLE GREEN APPLES, WHEN THE PHONE ASKS YOU TO TYPE IN YOUR NUMBER, DO IT. MAKE YOUR LIFE AND MINE EASIER.
AND NO, WE'RE NOT GETTING RID OF THE AUTOMATED PHONE MESSAGES EITHER.
That felt good!
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Post by mummifiedstalin on Apr 25, 2011 9:23:32 GMT -5
My wife, bless her, still hangs on to the notion that complaining about issues of automation to the people on the phone will somehow result in either 1) better service for her or 2) changing the entire system to a humane organization that hires people solely to deal with her specific needs.
So, I'm sorry, sia. She's probably one of those people.
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Post by solgroupie on Apr 25, 2011 9:51:23 GMT -5
as much as i hate dealing with phone menus, i wish we had one where i work. we have a daily call in show, so people call every day wanting to know the details - when it is, what number to call, what we charge for, etc. i hate those calls - i get at least three a day and could recite my answer in my sleep.
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Post by siamesesin on Apr 25, 2011 13:41:28 GMT -5
My wife, bless her, still hangs on to the notion that complaining about issues of automation to the people on the phone will somehow result in either 1) better service for her or 2) changing the entire system to a humane organization that hires people solely to deal with her specific needs. So, I'm sorry, sia. She's probably one of those people. I absolutely feel for her. The problem is reality no longer allows it. If a company has enough customers to require people to answer the phone for service and complaints, they are getting enough calls to necessitate things like automated response units. As it is, a good portion of my day is spent transferring people to the correct place because they A) are stupid and don't listen or know what they want or B) are throwing a fit about using the robovoice. Which adds up to MORE waiting while I deal with the person just beforehand who did the same thing. Let me explain so I don't sound like a total douche here. I am about average for my company in that I talk to approximately 50-100 people a day (depending on how busy it is) and I only handle the roadside service. There are about 60 people just in my call center that just do what I do-we are one of three call centers for our segment of AAA and we have the smallest staff. We handle eight states, which is one of the bigger "footprints" for the company nationwide (some of the other clubs only handle one state or even just part of it). By the nature of our work, we are a 24/7 business. That's a LOT of people calling. I get wanting a personal experience, but unless half the world wants to answer the phone for the other half, I don't think it's going to change back.
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Post by mrsphyllistorgo on May 2, 2011 15:08:31 GMT -5
Oh joy! A thread just for me! Solgroupie, is it my birthday??
I work (as many of you know) at the phone center for a pizza place. The way it's supposed to work is this: You're a bit peckish. You decide one of our delicious pizzas would hit the spot. You call, politely and clearly state your information and food selection. I enter your info, give you your total, and you politely and clearly state your payment preference. I send your order via computer to the store closest to you, they create your delicious pizza in a timely fashion and bring it to your house or you come in and get it. The end.
At least, that's how it's supposed to work. Reality, however, likes nothing more than playing a particularly sadistic version of Calvinball with the rules of civilized transactions.
Dear customers:
1) Know who and where you are. Give me your full name. No, "Bob" is no one's full name. Give me your address. Yes, all of it. No, "the brown house about a mile down from ya" is not an address. And don't get insulting/snotty with me about handing out this information, got it? a) no, we don't sell your information, and we don't get hacked, and your little temper fit is insulting, and b) nobody gives a poopie about you, your phone number, or your 75.00 bank account anyway, okay? Either you trust us with an everyday modern transaction or you don't. If you don't, quit calling and go live in your off the grid cabin and grow chard and polish your shotgun.
2) Learn. what. a. pair. is. Goddammit. As in "a pair of breadsticks." I never realized how many stupid people were in the world until I told at least three callers a week that a pair of breadsticks was TWO BREADSTICKS. How do you morons function in the everyday? Do you burst into tears during shoe shopping? Swoon into a confusion coma when you attempt to put on pants?? HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHAT A PAIR IS?!? HOW!?!
(Mind, I'm not talking about people for whom English is a second language or who may have had some kind of stroke or brain injury. I mean normal-sounding native speakers who have managed to process everything else I said with a minimum of static but just stall out on hearing "a pair of breadsticks." I swear it's like the secret command implemented in that guy's head in The Manchurian Candidate, except instead of making them unstoppable assassins it just makes them stupid.)
3) LEARN. TO. SPEAK. Quit mumbling. Quit with the tough-guy one word snapped out "yp, nope" answers. Don't give me put-upon sighs when I ask you a perfectly simple questions. Don't hang up the phone with no goodbye or thank you because you're done and I'm apparently a robot with no need for any courtesies bestowed on "real" people. Don't slur your words into a sludge of "yehnahkindasurewhatevs" because you were apparently raised by wolves. DEAF WOLVES WITH HORRIBLE PHONE MANNERS. I cannot fathom how these people get through the day if they truly cannot handle a one minute straightforward phone transaction.
4) Learn your babysitter's name. Yes, last name too. I'm fine with her signing the credit card slip because you're on your way out the door and getting dinner for the kids ahead of time, but don't you think if you're entrusting your children's lives to this person's care, you should know his/her damn name? And while you're at it, make sure your babysitter knows your phone number and address. I can't tell you how many times I've sat twiddling my thumbs as the babysitter tried to pry her physical location out of a three year old. Good thing I wasn't the fire department or ambulance, huh?
4) Quit calling while you are driving. It's both illegal and dangerous and you aren't going to get your food any faster, okay? No extra pepperoni with cheese is worth running over a kid or dying in a fiery crash. And don't get snarly about getting out your wallet for your credit card info while you're driving BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DRIVING!
5) You can't use the coupon more than once. No. You can't. And no, we're not sending you sheaves of coupons every time you get a delivery because that's not what coupons are for. They're to stimulate demand, not subsidize your personal food budget. And no, you cannot combine them. Yes, it's printed RIGHT ON THERE. NO. QUIT ASKING. YOU ARE NOT THAT SPECIAL.
God, I feel so much better. I'm going to go hug my spouse and bake a bunch of cookies! Mwah!
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Post by Waldo Jeffers on May 2, 2011 15:29:05 GMT -5
How about: I'm the only person that shows up on weekends to work? This is an IT job for a university, and usually there are 3 people who are scheduled to work Sat/Sun. Basically, the place would not be open without me showing up. How do you think I should handle it?
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Post by Katie on May 2, 2011 16:58:11 GMT -5
Man, I love how everyone hates so,ething about their job..
I just started a new one, I just started my 4th week, and I actually reeeeally like it. So far.
But, the reason I'm there is because of the endlessly long list of BS I took at my old job, working at a bookstore... things like:
-Having an assistant manager who only has the job because our company refuses to fire or demote anyone ever, and she literally can't do 85% of her job function, which meant me (who made under $8 an hour) had to do half of her work, and explain the system to her repeatedly.
-Speaking of the money, I worked there over 3 years and was exponentially better at my job than most people there, and yeah.. ended at 8.15 an hour.
-My customers who couldnt take the extra 4 seconds to completely read sale stickers to realize the item there grabbing isn't whats on sale..
-Having a dumb system where I must get all my customers personal information, and when they refused I got repremanded. Also.. people that tell me their phone number is "unlidted" Good for you, thats not the question I asked you. We dont ell it, we dont even call you, but your phone number is UNIQUE to you idiot. This way everytime you come in, you just need to tell me 10 numbers, and we can move on, as opposed to "ok wahts your name... ok which one of the 9798698 John Smiths are you..?"
-Having to do far more than my job description calls for, which in itself I dont mind, but I'd like to have been PAID for it.
-Watching a new manager come in, after I busted my butt for years, and imediately give 2 new employees a position I was next in line for. -_-
I could do this all day.. but praise the Lord, I got a new job working in an accounting department as an assitant, which means I basically do stuff on the computer, and with paperwork by. my. self.
and I do not bother me. So it works out great
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