Tired Shit - Page 29

 I'll admit to using this tactic to embarrass friends in a public restroom. Just a loud groan while never EVER breaking eye contact....

There is one guy at my work who always inhales deeply and repeatedly while at a urinal when someone's shitting. I thought he just had a cold at first, but it's happened several times to me now and it absolutely has to be the same guy...same gait, same breathing, same shoes, etc.

 

Enough that I'm commenting on it.

 

 

 

I swear to God, if one more person sends me an email and then shows up at my desk ten seconds later while I'm reading it to tell me they sent me an email and explain what's in it, I'm going to start pissing in balloons and lobbing them over the cubicle walls.  Here's an idea -- how about taking that time you're using to either annoy me or assume I'm an illiterate idiot who can't read and craft an email that doesn't need a detailed explanation for me to understand it?  Or have enough faith in the idea that I'm a functional, adult human being and that, if I have any questions, I'll email you back?  I swear, it's happened twice already this morning and I'm ready to just stick a fork in an outlet and short out the entire goddamn office.

What's this about you having problems with your TPS reports, Richard?

Back pain. Have dealt with the persistent "middle aged spread" lower back pain by sitting on a Swiss ball at work, but upper back/ lower neck pain is killing me at the moment.

I suspect it's because I checked my blind spot before pulling out of a parking space too. Looked over my shoulder and felt a little *ping*. next day, agony. Just because I drive safely. Bunch of arse.

Getting old bites.

Also with Richard on the "mail then come talk to you while reading it". Unbelievably irritating.

Oh yeah, the email thing.  Or calling right after it's been sent and asking if you got it.

 

New tired: People who use vinegar to clean themselves.  It is not a proper substitute for modern soaps or body care products;  Now you just smell like an acrid, sweaty pickle.  Leave that crap at the commune hippy, this is an office!

Facebook SPAM.  And it's ALWAYS the older women in my family that fall for it.

 

"This is a deeply personal request.  Please re-post this if <some heart breaking story, illness or other pathos inducing thing> has happened to you or anybody you know.  I know some people will re-post because they are good people blah blah blah".

 

Every single fucking day, I swear to Babidge.

 

They also fall for the same old chain mail type bullshit "people who haven't re-posted this have developed CANCER OF THE EYES".

 

I want to reach through the screen and shake them, or at least post some vitriol filled diatribe, but I can't because they are my family.

 

FUCK.

Being stabbed in the back.  I thought I was old enough to tell who I could trust.  Facebook posts being maliciously used against me shows not.

 

Sadly 'unfriend' doesn't come with a "damn to the pits of hell" option too.

People who call and don't leave a voice mail. I had a friend that would call, then hang out..then just call again.  He acted like a fucking 15 yr old girl.

You know what's tired? A month and change of dry, below freezing weather. And it's about to get worse. It's fucking Greece here not the fucking steppe. -9C with a -18C apparent temperature in a fucking seaside town in the Mediterranean?

Americans who pronounce certain words with their alleged original accent, usually because it's their "heritage". Sorry, you can't just pick and choose which words so desperately need your super authentic accent applied. I'm looking at you, Guy Fieri and Giada de Laurentis.

 

I'd gladly switch weather patterns, because I find temps in the (Fahrenheit) 60s, not a chance of snow and nothing but sun really, really depressing in February.  

 

True. Most of urban Canada has had a very mild winter this year, and it's fucking weird.

You wanna switch? I'll fucking switch. I didn't sign up for this. Forest fires, heatwaves and earthquakes I can handle; they go with living in Greece. Being this fucking cold for this fucking long is where I draw the line.

People that never pick up their phone and/or their voicemail is full because they never check/delete it.  I have two friends and a sister that will not pick up their phone if you call them 95% of the time.  Doesn't matter if you call them from a cell, landline or use someone else's phone.  They aren't much better at answering texts either, well at least the friends aren't; my sister at least hasn't gone that uncivil.  I could understand not talking on the phone, I hate it.  I would much rather text you or speak to you in person.  But at least I respond to you.

Why do you have a cellphone if you don't use it?!?!?!

I have a friend that will call and leave no message.  I'll see this and shrug, thinking, "Must not be important, he didn't leave a message."  The next day I'll talk to him and he'll say, "Hey, we all met up for dinner and a movie and setting things on fire and general hedonistic bacchanalia, where were you?"  And I'll say, "Nobody told me!"  And his response is inevitably, "Well I called you."  Well yes, yes you did, but was this information something you were somehow unable to trust to a voice mail?

I'm guilty of the first part from time to time.  If it's not important, I just don't see the point in leaving a message that basically says, "Hey, I called you, call me back," when they're already getting that information from their caller ID.  Even if there's a specific purpose for the call and they don't answer, I'll often just hang up and send them a text, as opposed to leaving a message.  In my experience, that generally results in a quicker response.

As a people, we like the path of least resistance. So what's easier? Calling your voicemail, listening to that stupid bint tell you how many message you have, possibly punch in your password (maybe it's work), then listening to your friend, whose voice is dumb, drone on and on in that retarded cadence, full of 'uhs' and 'ums' trying to 'wish you a happy birthday, or some shit, man'. Or, a text message. No need to call an outside number, no need for passwords, it's just there. Hell, if it's a smart phone, you can see your text message immediately. Unless it's super important or time sensitive, go for the text.

 

Plus, you can tell people you're at the movies without having to tell people who are already at the movies that yes, you are in fact, at the movies.

Calling someone to find their voicemail message saying "Leave a message and I WILL return your call within 24 hours". They never, ever do.

 

"I prefer to text." 

Fuck talking on the phone and fuck leaving voicemails. Just text me. I'm antisocial and I hate everything.

So I guess I'm in the minority here. I actually prefer to call if it is business related. It's so much quicker when you are ordering a part or have a few questions about the proper care of an item, but maybe that's just me because my line of work deals with finicky things that don't like to talk to each other if a model number if off by one digit.

Returning stuff through Amazon marketplace is a bitch. When looking for equipment it is cheaper to buy used and I avoid all those pesky taxes, but goddamn if it isn't 10 times as stressful wondering of the seller labeled the part correctly in the sale. Then if something does go wrong with the item after the 30 days return period it's inevitable that the manufacturer will tell me that is't not worth sending it to them for a fix and I should buy another one new. Not to mention the one item that the manufacturer took my money to fix and then tells me after the transaction is over that the use of this particular item has been outlawed in the USA within the last couple of years.

Fuck the pricing for the film industry. I have to pay more for a single 2ft. lemo cable than I do for a brand new Xbox 360 and the cable will never be as reliable as the console.

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Oh, and I hope to God that none of my suppliers see this.
Edited by Tim K - 2/6/12 at 3:13pm

Wow, I'm actually scared by how many people are showing a dislike to a fucking phone call. Christ almighty. Fucking psychos. 

I don't always leave voicemails with friends because that stuff can be bloody expensive to access, especially if you're getting a lot of people calling you (At least, it is over here). If it's someone I don't know well or if it's important, well yeah, then I will.

 

Well, call me Mr. Bates because I fucking hate talking on the phone too. Hate it. It's just such an awkward & clumsy interaction. I never know when to talk. With txt, I have that buffer where I can self-edit, thereby making sure that I'm, in some way, always at my best.

Tired Shit:

When it snows and everyone thinks they have free reign to park like assholes.

I don't mind talking on the phone. I do hate when I'm working and someone texts. So I stop tattooing, take my gloves off, wash my hands and answer my phone. Tell them I'm working and that I'll text them when I'm done. Then put some fresh gloves on, get going and boom...they text again and again and again and again...

 

Before I would just ignore it but I've been looking for a new location and real estate agents down here seem to answer sooner and more reliably if you text instead of call. So when I hear the text I'm excited only to be left with, "Hey. Whatcha doing?" or "Hi mang!"

No word of a lie there was a guy in the toilet at work last week typing on his laptop, taking on his mobile (cell) and talking the words loudest dump.  I pity the person he was talking to.

At the motel we stayed at in KeriKeri last week the only phone in the place was parked right next to the khazi.

 

It was also the only phone jack.

And they say us men can't multitask. Pfft!

 

Tired Shit: No fucking heat in the building. Get to work Monday and it's fucking 55 degrees. As a newly elected Union Steward I get to hear the endless bitching. I know it's cold. I've talked to management. They say the furnace is in need of repair but it's just them trying to cut the heating bill. It doesn't hit the high 60's in the office until around quitting time. Old ladies are working in gloves , scarves and fucking Snuggies. So now I have to file an official complaint from the union to get the heat issue fixed. By the time everything is said and done and everyone has butt hurt feelings it'll be spring and the AC will be in need of repair. I swear last summer it hit 87 degrees in here before they fixed the AC issue around September.

In sunny California, we have people endlessly complaining about how cold they think it is at work. All these iron-deficient weenises are always lamenting that it's 72 degrees in the office and "freezing." At my last job, one of my co-workers would sit at her desk with a heating pad in her lap.

I think if it was actually 72 degrees in here right now I'd fall asleep at my desk like my cat does at home....purring.

Tired shit: Paying too much for rent in a 60 year old home where I have to keep calling my landlord about broken appliances, busted AC/heat, failing electrical, and faulty plumbing. Thankfully, he's mostly on the ball. But it all seems to happen at once.

Hemorrhoids.

Lazy, inconsiderate housemates who'd sooner say "Fuck you" than address easily solvable problems.

The job market.

Since you're in L.A., have you checked out Caljobs?

 

Get some 2 x 2 gauze pads and put them in a container with witch hazel and refrigerate and use as needed. It's little pieces of cold heaven there my friend. Plus use flushable wipes instead of TP it's the bees knees and in the long run is just worth the $ 1.78 at Wal-Mart.

 

I can't believe it took me til parenthood to discover the magic that is the wet wipe. Never live without them.

this.  Rockfords are the bane of my life at the moment, thank Crom for huggies wipes. Every now and again I get scared that I have something far worse like bowel cancer but am too scared to get it checked out.  That's idiocy of the highest order but there's something about the doc sticking his finger on my ass that I just don't want to have it done.

 

I know.  I can actually understand where Terrence Howard was coming from when he went off on one about only dating women who use wet wipes.  We ran out once and I tried to clean the youngest with normal loo roll and it was a fucking disaster.  That stuff shifts NOTHING.

 

Again, backstabbers.  Holy shit there are some two faced arseholes in small town NZ.  I've never known anything like it.

Companies that don't value their IT.

 

I'm not talking about pay here, I'm talking about a sound infrastructure, a solid backup regime, solid AV, all that stuff that really matters. However when people don;t see IT as the, very real, backbone to their organisation they don't want to pay.

 

Example, a site where they have 4 servers, about a terrabyte of data, 500Gb of which is business critical.

 

They have a cheap ass backup regime to a NAS that has, as far as I can see, never worked.  It also takes 10 days to take a full snapshot.  Their offsite storage is "occasionally copying that to a USB"

 

The OS drives on 3 of the 4 servers are RAID0 (i.e. no redundancy in case of disk failure)

 

Two of the business critical drives on the main file server are also RAID0.

 

The main SQL db is sitting on RAID0 1TB SATA (mmm, speedy).

 

You just want to shake people and scream "Yes, it costs a lot to setup correctly initially, but what would it cost you in the DAYS it would take to recover in the event of a failure??" and that's not just the actual cost of an IT person coming in and doing the job, it's your entire staff sitting twiddling their thumbs.

 

yeesh.

I had actually not heard of it but I set up an account per your recommendation. Thanks! Have you tried it or had any luck with it? 

 

 

 

I wish there was some kind of halfway house for those of us who are completely burned out on IT.  

 

Thirteen years man, I don't know how much longer I can feel undervalued and overstressed.  Fear keeps me in line though, I'm lucky to have a job (take care Blacky, hope you find something soon).

No, I'd gotten work with Office Team on my own soon after signing up with CalJobs. Though, I did speak to an employment specialist a couple times at their office by Long Beach Airport a couple years ago. It was a helpful experience. The state of California actually has a couple of really good employment resources & CalJobs is great because the listings are LEGIT & the businesses that are hiring have presumably been vetted beforehand by the state.

 

Another thing I'd been investigating recently is CA state's slew of apprenticeship programs where you can learn a trade(!) over the course of 2-4 years, starting with little or no experience while earning full time pay & benefits.

Edited by Art Decade - 2/15/12 at 12:30pm

Tired Shit: My last client I interviewed smelled so organically terrible that I had to send his chair to the maintenance department for cleaning and disinfecting after the interview. I sprayed it with Lysol but it didn't work well at all. The guy left and when his smell stayed behind like 200 lbs. of get back I panicked but thankfully it was the guys chair. Now I have to go to lunch? I'm just going to read my book. No eating today.

Ugh.  This.  My office is like that effect in movies where a ghost makes the temp drop precipitously.  You just walk through the door and you're instantly freezing.  I have to wear a heavy sweater and a blanket on my lap.  I believe they're trying to slowly kill me.

 

"Deadline 1: A line drawn within or around a prison that a prisoner passes only at the risk of being instantly shot."

 

First definition in the dictionary beside me, and I may need to add that to my professional e-mail's signature. If you want your important work published, or if you want the journal you work for to actually get published, please respect the publication process, and that there are many steps involving several people working in tandem across several departments also communicating with and depending on off-site publishers and printers and all on a very tight, stressful schedule to get a 100- to 200-page journal produced on a weekly basis across several media.

 

And understand that if you cross a deadline, you may get shot in the head.

 

Long live print.