Manager, afterwards: "You can ask the folks in back for help, you know." Sure. But two months or six weeks later someone is complaining about me not being able to handle my job, and I get attitude from people when I do ask for help. There's a definite air of why do I have to go out there and help you? that I always get whenever I go in back, even when it's to fetch the other person who is scheduled to be working the counter.
The real pisser was Friday night, when the guy that was supposed to start his shift at 5 sauntered in just after 5 not ready for work, took about 20 minutes to put on his shirt and tie, and then disappeared for about another forty minutes, to come back at 6 with a box of wings from Hooters. (But of course he punched in as soon as he got there.) That kind of horseshit drives me buggy, especially because I'd been running at full speed from the time I got there at 3, hadn't even had time to sit down, and had been forced to make time to take a leak by telling a client, "Look, I'll be right back," and high-tailing it for the can, which is kind of a no-no--but what am I supposed to do, piss my pants?
Today was made worse by the fact that the schedule had changed. The schedule is printed and posted, but subject to change, so we're supposed to check the on-line schedule periodically as it takes precedence. The person scheduled to be in this morning (on paper) was not scheduled to be in (on computer) and realized this about the time I got there, so she took off a little while after I arrived, leaving me with no help at all up front. That was fine until about 4-ish, when the shit started hitting the fan, and Mr. Skype showed up, leaving me with a nice big line of people, most of whom were exceedlingly patient and very nice about it. I was finally done with clients about 7 PM, so I could actually start doing the closing tasks: sweeping, cleaning, taking care of the shipping, writing a closing e-mail to the team, and so on.
...but something snapped and I said to myself, Fuck it. I realized that couldn't do the shipping because we're out of the appropriate size boxes, as usual, and most of the stuff needs to go out via UPS. (I am not going to pack a 7" tablet in a box meant for a desktop computer. NO. And it won't fit in a cell phone box. So....) There was one thing that went via a company truck and I didn't bother with it. I didn't do any of it; I finished doing the password reset I'd started at three fucking forty five PM and ran my closed tickets through POS, but otherwise I didn't do any closing tasks. And when the closing manager said, "You guys can leave," I took it to mean I could leave, too (although I was just finishing the password reset, so I stayed a bit longer).
Anyone who doesn't like it can piss up a rope. If so-and-so can go get Hooters on company time--
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Today, though, I realized something that bordered on epiphany: I can plug one of the earpieces for the walkie-talkies into the headphone jack on my phone and have it pipe good music into one ear. The plug for the headset has a 1/8" plug for the earpiece and a smaller one (3/32"?) for the mic, and the spacing is just wide enough that I can plug the 1/8" into my phone's headphone jack and leave the mic plug disconnected and hanging off the side.
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In the IT WORKS EVERY TIME IT'S TRIED file we have violent crime rates in Chicago dropping precipitously since private ownership of firearms was legalized there, over the whining of liberal Democrats everywhere.
Okay? "the Chicago Police Department announced that the city experienced its lowest murder rate since 1958"... "6 fewer murders than the same time frame in 2013 — a 9 percent drop — and 55 fewer murders than 2012....", "90 fewer shootings and 119 fewer shooting victims compared to last year", "222 fewer shootings and 292 fewer shooting victims compared to the first quarter in 2012", "all crime is down 25 percent from 2013," and "police say they have confiscated over 1,300 illegal guns in the last three months."
GUN CONTROL IS FAIL. Suck it, you anti-freedom whiny bitches.
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Borepatch embeds George Carlin, and with good reason.
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John Wright comments on a kick-ass commercial for an electric Cadillac that has liberals thongs in a wad.
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My task now is to get a nap before Mrs. Fungus gets home and we watch the season opener of Game of Thrones. Whee!