Let's bitch about our stupid, annoying co-workers

Of course, it's probably just me hoping that there's only one of that tart on this planet.

Ugh. I do NOT miss her. At ALL.

She didn't use to be a doctor, did she? Or then try to become a TV producer?

Not that I'm aware of, although sounds like the sort of things she'd pull out of her arse.

My god, there's two of them. I demand permission to napalm planet earth, it's for their own good.

She did get invited to meetings with some of them, I have to admit. However, I don't recall her ever getting more than one meeting with any of the important ones. She gave up after about a year, and gave herself a job with our company instead.

But I can attest all of Pup's stories as true, having lived thru them with the poor lad and having met this insane woman myself several times.

Outside of work she was even more mental. She clearly has some kind of psychological issues - the whole time at a bar we were all at she flicked her hair back in this exaggerated "I am attractive" manner, and namedropped a tonne of important govt type people simply because I'd said I used to work at the foreign office. She is a fscking psycho.

Stop giving parties. Just....stop. They aren't fun. They are painful, sitting around your house with the "no alcohol" rule and trying to pry interesting conversation out of your surly teenagers and other no-eye-contact or social skills engineer-type co-workers. This is why the more-normal and certainly more interesting people don't come to your house, even when you invite us all ONCE A MONTH! And don't come in my office with your Excel spreadsheet of invitees and declinees and who's bringing what and ask me bake something EVEN THOUGH I LIED TO YOUR FACE AND SAID WE WERE GOING OUT OF TOWN!!!

I am currently pissed off with the IT people because the printer in our lab has run out of toner and they haven't got any in stock.
'But we did tell you it was running out like a week ago.'
'Oh yeah, well we don't bother coming out to change toner until someone actually, you know, complains about it'.
'Riggghhht...'

Ladies and gentlemen, the customer service ethos at work.

So we have a department full of students who can't print for the next few DAYS, at least one of whom had all her printing credit used up on 20 pages of illegible greyness.

Mind you, it *is* hard, because it's expensive stuff. Unless you standardise on one model of printer, you're stuck with having a few hundred quid of spare toner stock. And that means buying all your printers at the same time, because the slightest change in model number seems to mean buying an entirely different toner cartridge.

I've started tracking the number of pages every printer prints every day. Originally because one of our managers hugely overestimates* the amount of printing he does, when it comes to costing up the IT budget. It's very handy, though, to be able to say "we can hold off on buying toner for the Model X, because none of those printers are going to run out for at least six months".

* I'm being charitable - "lies" would be a better word.

I am getting fed up with office politics and sleight-of-hand regarding new equipment. One of our department managers thinks she is getting a new server. What is *actually* happening - and has been approved by one of the directors, who is her husband - is that we are buying a new server for head office, and her office is getting the now-spare one freed up. If noone says anything she won't know the difference - but if she *asks* if this really is the new one, I'm a bit stuck as to what to say.

But the *worst* part is that she is trying to blackmail me into doing the job early, because otherwise everything in their department will go horribly wrong.

We are a temping agency. Every week, each office has to spend hours typing in timesheets, so that the payroll can be sent out on time. Payroll deadline for the branches is Friday, or at the *very* latest mid-morning Monday, because the transfer orders have to be with the bank by mid-afternoon Monday.

Today, my manager has a meeting with the responsible director (annoying manager's husband), and they agree that the server switch at her branch will go ahead next Wednesday. They phone her up during the meeting, and tell her this. I'm not there at the time, though.

Immediately, she calls me. "Your manager is already aware about this, but because our clients have changed their shift pattern it now takes us twice as long to get their payroll done."

"Yes...?"

"This new server is coming on Monday, isn't it?"

"No, nobody has ever said that. The new server is still being built. We have not yet been given a definite delivery date, and Monday has never been mentioned as a possible delivery date."

"Well, I'm sure someone said that to me. Unless we get this new server on Monday, we won't be able to finish the payroll in time next week."

Grrrrr. Does she think that my boss isn't going to tell me what she's already been told?

A previous conversation I've had:

Her immediate underling: "Unless we get faster computers, we just can't get the payroll done on time."

Me: "Has the payroll ever been late because of computer problems?"

Her: "Um ... well, no."

(who was it who said, about court proceedings, "never ask a question unless you already know the answer")

This party business is something I didn't count on, moving here. But seems to be an expected thing in this small town where everyone works at the same place. The problem with lying (saying we're out of town) is the very real possibility of running into someone. So we'll be hiding out. We're well stocked for food and entertainment. This situation does point up how desparately we need to move back to a city though.

[ /glee]

(this is step one to see-ya-later status for that son of a bitch. He yelled at the rest of the night shift last week. And his usual shenanigans, but that was the kicker, I think.)

(He's apparently infamous, some engineers came in to do an upgrade on one of our terrifically expensive systems, noticed his firstinitial+lastname in the user list and were like "oh dude, that guy sucks!" with stories and everything. Plus apparently one of OUR engineers who we hired post-v1c70r has mentioned that on an old contract where they both were working v1c70r had to be escorted off by govt personnel. Real winner this dude! Check some goddamned references ppl!)

you may have a point about stinky though. but that is because their waste paper baskets are full of yesterday's thai curry and last week's teabags (they don't seem to believe in binliners of any kind so whilst the contents are removed on a weekly basis, the bins themselves are pretty skanky).

accounts guy: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!! fucking endlessly, loudly, droning on about poker or novelty songs or sports (which YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND) or anything just to hear yourself talk, jesus. and you are obese and pungent and if you keep drinking entire 1.5 litre bottles of coke every day you will be dead by 30 or less. you repulse me.

tech support guy: you are the most useless cunt on this earth. I understand you have a disability of some sort, but when it means you IGNORE any request unless you are followed up and sheperded through it and have your hand held, so that it takes a month for a simple swapping of e-mail access from one PC to another... words fucking fail me, except for "you are the most useless cunt on this earth", obviously, that sums up the situation pretty succinctly.

marketing girl: you seem quite a nice person but your propensity for shifting work onto other people, specifically the over-stress head of department downstairs, is wearing very thin very quickly.

head of company: a good bloke, but on here since I found out about the jaw-dropping double-standards he displayed on a certain matter.

Previous examples have included complaining that a report I set up to automatically email him a spreadsheet each week was blank, when he was looking at the wrong sheet, TWO WEEKS IN A ROW.

Today he emailed me 3 times and then requested I call him regarding several reports which I told him I have never heard of and have nothing to do with, the first time he emailed me about them.

Now he has asked me to change the email address on another report (which by some chance I do actually produce) to some garbled version of what I assume was the address he's asking me to change it to. I was tempted to change it to sjdhfdhjk.com like he asked so I could say "but that's what you asked it to be" when he complains he hasn't received it, but that would be a little too petty.

Luckily he doesn't work in this office so I don't have to put up with him in person.

Resident Smart-Arse "No, he isn't dead."
Me: "yes, he is. That might be why he isn't playing T in the Park"
RS-A: "He's not dead"
Me: Yes, he is. He died in a hotel room in Vegas. It involved drugs and hookers."
RS-A: "You're thinking of that guy from Big Country"
Me: "No, really, I'm not."
RS-A: "You're too young to even know who the Who are, you must be getting confused"
Me: ***bangs head off desk, googles report of John Entwistle's death, shows it to RS-A, waits for apology, doesn't get one, looks for other job***

RS-A: "They won't be playing, they're rubbish"
Me: "Yes, that's why Barcelona signed them"
RS-A: "Barcelona are good, they don't need players from Scotland"
Me: "Yes, that's why they signed them, because they don't need them. I presume they play them for laughs as well"
RS-A: "Yes, but Larsson's missed loads of games for Barcelona"
Me: "Aye, he was injured. He's still in the first team squad now though"
RS-A: (floundering for arguments) "yes, but ironically they didn't even sign van Bronckhorst from Rangers, they signed him from Arsenal. What does *that* tell you?"
Me: "Er, that you don't know the meaning of the word "ironic", perhaps?"
RS-A: ***finds something else important to do elsewhere***

One time, he said aloud "why's it called the WestGate Bridge anyway? It isnt even in the west".

It is, and he then spent ten minutes arguing with me that it, and the whole inner western suburbs, was actually north. Jesus.

He also used to eat the entire loaf of bread bought by the morning tea club that was meant to be shared among about 10 people. He claimed it was because he was poor and going without meals, even though he was on the same salary as the rest of us and also a single man living in a cheaparse flat.

DON'T FUCKING TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL. It's disgusting and no one can understand a word you're saying.

Thank you, goodnight.

And I wonder how someone can actually reach adulthood without learning that talking with your mouth full is rude and disgusting. I mean, did this woman not have parents?

thanks

ps. also not everything you say has to be witty, again it's not compulsory. might be worth just going over in your head the things you're about to say too, you know, is it really that funny? will people roll about laughing? here's a simple rule - "if in doubt, leave it out"

I know you said you would be 'making up the hours' that you are away at your classes, rather than giving up a day's pay as I have been. I can't help but notice, YOU ARE NOT MAKING UP THE HOURS. I like you but I fear I am not going to be able to quell my resentment that you are NOT MAKING UP THE HOURS.

That is all,