[Rant] Minor Rant III: For a Few Hollers More

BananaHands

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I am getting so worn out on people's attachment to their phones.

Seriously. I just want to have a conversation with someone who isn't constantly looking at their phone during it.[DOUBLEPOST=1370623819][/DOUBLEPOST]On that note, I'm getting worn out on texting in general.
 

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I am getting so worn out on people's attachment to their phones.

Seriously. I just want to have a conversation with someone who isn't constantly looking at their phone during it.[DOUBLEPOST=1370623819][/DOUBLEPOST]On that note, I'm getting worn out on texting in general.

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Girl I was interested in did that during one of our dates.

It was our last date.

Seriously, I give people shit who do this when I'm out with them. Even on the rare occasions my wife does it. I simply won't tolerate it.
 
I am tired of having normal home toilets at my office. The darned things can not stand up to the continued use of an office with around 100 people working there. There is always one that loses the chain to the flapper and runs out water 24 hours a day. I used to fix it for them, but I got tired of sticking my hands down the toilet tank.
 
I just often find myself needing to know what time it is. :(

I get it though, it's a bad habit and I'm trying to tone it down.
 
I'm doing my best to stay awake at work today. I decided it would be a good idea to pull up the old floor in my bathroom and put down a new one after work last night. I should have known better after my parents had me do theirs and waited until the weekend when I have a full day. I ended up staying up way too late trying to get it all done. I just want to go home and sleep now, but I need to mow the grass tonight. It's been raining so much I haven't been able to do it, and it's insanely tall right now.
 
I was feeling healthier when I went to bed last night. The headaches and sore throat were gone, and the pain from the ear infections had subsided.

Now everything is back and I feel like absolute shit. And I'm out of medicine. And soup.

I'm making oatmeal, though, which is excellent.
 

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Well I'm here in London but my luggage is not. United has no idea where it is. They say that the bag got onto the next flight but they don't know what happened to it afterwards.

Nearly every business shirt I own was in there as well as some of the collateral for my company's booth.
 
Well I'm here in London but my luggage is not. United has no idea where it is. They say that the bag got onto the next flight but they don't know what happened to it afterwards.

Nearly every business shirt I own was in there as well as some of the collateral for my company's booth.
That really fucking sucks.

I don't know why they can't put all the luggage on the same plane as the people who own it.
 

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I was reunited with my luggage last night at 10pm london time. I had already bought new clothes which United will be reimbursing me for. My wife kicked ass. She is so good at that stuff. I seriously can't even be in the same room when she's going off on some company because it makes me feel bad for the receiving end! The luggage went from an apathetic "We have no idea" to "It's somewhere in Heathrow Airport" to "It's out for delivery" to "No it's on a plane from houston" all in one phone conversation.
 
My wife kicked ass. She is so good at that stuff. I seriously can't even be in the same room when she's going off on some company because it makes me feel bad for the receiving end!
That's Squidleybits in a nut shell. We have this weird scale, I'm nice and cooperative and understanding, then she takes over and takes it to a whole different level, then it returns to me for the OMG it's the end of the fucking world scenarios.

Also on my last trip where I got to visit the amaxing checkeredhat, my luggage was scheduled to arrive 30 minutes after I left for home. lol
 

GasBandit

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Argh. Penny arcade report and it's shitty, shitty font. Shitty shitty shitty font.

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(enlarged 300% to illustrate shittiness)
 
So about a month ago I was transferred to a new store and promoted to a shift lead. It's been ok, so far, but I've been a little stressed because I keep missing things when I close the store down and my "being the new shift lead" grace period is quickly coming to an end. The thing is though it's all really small stuff, or just tedious things that I'm either not used to or don't even register when I go through my check list of things that need to be done. Take today for example. The store is spotless, and the only major thing that I knew we didn't do was make a chocolate whipped cream, because we ran out of heavy whipping cream. I left a note about it, which should make it ok though. But of course on my way home I realized like 3 or 4 other things we didn't do. None of them major, really, but all of them are noticeable and all fall on me.

Shit, I forgot to complete the milk count. FUCK. I mean, I counted all the stuff in the back, but didn't count the stuff in the front because there was a chance we might go through some in the last hour. I mean, when they do the opening count they should be able to figure it out pretty easily and it shouldn't be a HUGE deal, but it's just still something that's going to get back to me. Now I'm seriously considering driving back right when we open so I can fix the few things we missed before our manager gets there just so I won't fucking hear about it. Mind you, it's a 45 minute drive and the openers won't get there until 5:30 anyway.

Am I just over worrying about this? I probably wouldn't think much of it, except that yesterday my entire shift was centered around shadowing one of the more experienced shift leads so that I could learn from her. And I mean, I did, but I still forgot to throw out the newspapers, drop the last tips, sign off on the duty roster and complete the milk count. Less than 5 minutes of actual work. Why do I feel so stressed over such small things?
 
Why do I feel so stressed over such small things?
In my humble, but experienced, opinion? Because you actually care enough to try to do a good job. If these really are trivial things to forget (and they do seem to be), write down the list of everything you forgot tonight, make it part of your closing checklist, take it as a learning experience, and cut yourself a little slack.
 
Yeah having your own notebook is... amazing. Date/timestamp it, too. When something is short in inventory or cash, you can always say "Well I have a record that I checked it at X o'clock, where it matched Y." CYOA + doing a good job. EFFICIENCY
 

GasBandit

Staff member
A million times this.
Don't forget the: Have a resume? Upload it here!
Now... fill in this resume on our website too.
I hate that with the burning passion of a thousand suns being struck by the infernal steel of Lucifer's hammer in Promethius' forge on a day when the AC broke.
 
A million times this.
Don't forget the: Have a resume? Upload it here!
Now... fill in this resume on our website too.
I also ran into "Please upload three letters of professional recommendation!"

"Now, please provide the names and contact information of three people who can provide a professional recommendation."
 
I'm trying to figure out if my hubby is eligible for this huge ass tax deduction, or not, when he files next year. But the more I look things up, the more the answer is turning into a very determined maybe. The rules on the IRS site are so vague that I'm at this point sure it's on purpose just so they can screw with you if they feel like it. :mad:

I've e-mailed several local CPAs, who supposedly have experience with doing taxes for truck drivers. But none of them have replied. I'm don't know if it's because they can't be bothered with answering before we pay them, or that the answer is no, so they are just blowing us off. Or maybe they are all just really, really busy. Or perhaps they they don't even know. Hubby's situation is a rather weird on the edge of the rules case. Think we will just have to start calling. I just find that what people say over the phone is often less accurate than a written response.
 
I'm trying to figure out if my hubby is eligible for this huge ass tax deduction, or not, when he files next year. But the more I look things up, the more the answer is turning into a very determined maybe. The rules on the IRS site are so vague that I'm at this point sure it's on purpose just so they can screw with you if they feel like it. :mad:
I'm not sure how your husband would feel about getting a tax deduction for having a huge ass, let alone you telling us about his huge, tax deductible ass.
 
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Anonymous

Anonymous

So... I said something stupid last night and may have scared off the woman I'm interested in.
 
You bitch and bitch and bitch about how it takes forever for us to upgrade stuff. Then when we do all I hear about is how different it is and how you like it the old way better. I have to hold your hand the whole way, and point out where things are even when they've simply moved to another spot on the desktop. God forbid you open your eyes and pay attention to what you're doing instead of flipping out and calling me every five minutes.
 
You bitch and bitch and bitch about how it takes forever for us to upgrade stuff. Then when we do all I hear about is how different it is and how you like it the old way better. I have to hold your hand the whole way, and point out where things are even when they've simply moved to another spot on the desktop. God forbid you open your eyes and pay attention to what you're doing instead of flipping out and calling me every five minutes.
This isn't your delayed Fathers' Day post, is it?

--Patrick
 
I just had an interview. It sounded like the woman who went before me killed it. They were laughing, talking about all sorts of things, etc. I get in there, and while I wouldn't say I did poorly, the interviewer (my would-be boss) was a little stiff and stuck to the script he had in front of him. Shit.

My big fear is that I did just well enough to be considered for some half-time/half-pay position they are also trying to fill. I don't want that, and I can't really survive on that financially, but it would be awkward to have to turn them down. And technically it's more than I have at the moment.

Shit.
 
Her: "I'm free tonight. Let's go out!"
Me: "Okay. Where do you want to go?"
Her: "I don't care. Whatever you want to do."
Me (sensing the trap already): "Oookay... how about (event)?"
Her: "No."
Me: "What about this?"
Her: "I don't want to go there."
Me: "So what do you want?"
Her: "I'm up for anything. You choose."
Me: :mad:
 
Her: "I'm free tonight. Let's go out!"
Me: "Okay. Where do you want to go?"
Her: "I don't care. Whatever you want to do."
Me (sensing the trap already): "Oookay... how about (event)?"
Her: "No."
Me: "What about this?"
Her: "I don't want to go there."
Me: "So what do you want?"
Her: "I'm up for anything. You choose."
Me: :mad:

 
Her: "I'm free tonight. Let's go out!"
Me: "Okay. Where do you want to go?"
Her: "I don't care. Whatever you want to do."
Me (sensing the trap already): "Oookay... how about (event)?"
Her: "No."
Me: "What about this?"
Her: "I don't want to go there."
Me: "So what do you want?"
Her: "I'm up for anything. You choose."
Me: :mad:
Apparently you are dating everyone I know. My long-term plan is to open up a restaurant called I Don't Care with a sister bar, I Don't Know. Because I guess that's where EVERYONE WANTS TO GO
 
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