The office: Chatter about your job

Four months working as an intern at this law office, and I am still completely superfluous. I get in the way more than help.

Best thing to hear in the classroom after "Ooooohh! Now I get it!" is "I never thought of that before!"

That is all.

Yes! So amazing.

The other day I couldn't remember which version of my password I was currently using on my "request time off" control, so my account got locked. I've been on the phone tree a bunch of times, unlocked my account twice, and reset my password four or five times but I still can't get in.

Bloody IT.

Hate that. Part of my advising gig is helping people set up a Campus Connect account. OMFG can it get complicated.

All fixed now. The trickiest part was that unblocking has a 20 minute waiting period, so I can't do anything immediately, but password resetting has a 24 hour expiration, so I have to remember to come back promptly. That's why it took a second day and third phone call.

Ug, so busy at work. Don't have time for all the forums. I haven't even been in IP for a week, I can only assume it's descended into complete and utter chaos.

For those of you not in the know, a lot of people ask me "what time do you close". Since I'm obligated to tell them, I usually just go with "we close at X:00". Being the smarmy bastard I am, I've started adding "we release the hounds at X:05".

I never say that to a customer, but I joke about it with coworkers.

Working in a restaurant the phone calls were always "How busy are you going to be at six?" Then answer was usually something along the lines of "According to my crystal ball, there will be a 30 minute wait".

I'm flippant with my customers all the time. It must appeal to some of them, I've got a very high customer satisfaction ranking. However, much of my job involves lifting heavy things.

had an ass-tastic day at work. Got yelled at for doing what I was told to do, and when I tried to point this out I got told to "fuck off". Then I got bitched out for "fucking off".

Yeah, today sucked.

Things I think, but am not allowed to say to customers #257:

"If you need to keep the hangers we display the clothes on rather than buy your own, how can you afford to shop at Target?"

Got a new assignment: take things an extremely non-native speaker copied from the web and ran through a thesaurus, and render them in something that looks like English.

I'm learning a bit about Tagalog by what syntactic and semantic distinctions existing in English she is unable to grasp.

@ 437. I get that bullshit all the time. I finally snapped at a customer and the manager pulled me in and told me that when I'm being pushed too hard, I need to come in and tell him so he can send me backup.

Some times, I think having me as the senior stocker on a truck night is Nature's way of saying "see what your mother had to put up with when you were a kid and didn't pick up your stuff?". No matter how many times I nag the newer stockers about it, they never put the left-over stock from that night on the backstock carts. And for the day that ended this morning (3rd shift), one of them took off before even picking up his trash from one of the aisles he worked, leaving me stuck with the task.

Yes, Obvious Rule Patch time. They'll now have to check in with the senior stocker before leaving. I don't mind doing a little more when things need to get done, but that was way too much stuff that should've already been done.

Well, I seem to have beaten the cold into submission. I can breathe again and my voice is back. Unfortunately it looks like DG's turn, fortunately since she doesn't smoke she hasn't gotten nearly as congested as I did.

I also discovered a great thing; coconut water. I didn't much care for the stuff when I first tried it, but for some reason it was delicious when I tried it during the sickness. Also, I felt much less derp-tastic for the rest of the day.

So, yeah, that position I really really wanted? It turns out that I misread the application deadline — it was 16 April, not 19 April — and that it was strict (they get a ridiculous number of applicants, they can afford to be picky).

The good news is that there is a round of applications every year, and that next year's application is probably going to be stronger (more publications and so on...), but still, argh.

Oh well. Better luck next time.

I've been too overwhelmed to apply anywhere for a while, I should probably close all the windows with technically active but old postings. No matter how much I like the position.

In my current (P/T, telecommuting) job, I've discovered the secret is to stay a day ahead. I'm not great at implementing it, but at least I now know it.

Everyone is bitching at each other over my head. This office is on crack.

One duty is posting in a blog dedicated to links to other blogs. I have a theme, which I usually get to pick.

Tomorrow's theme is glaucoma.

Two days back at my year-round job and I already miss the intensity of the tax office.

This job is easy money but Christ, I'm so bored. I need a job that has me active, doing shit, running around, something. Not this.

I got saddled with the duty of taking a truck in for an MVI, because the CEO is apparently tired of vehicle insurance and licensing duty and I'm a suck up.

THAT WAS AN ADVENTURE. No working speedometer or gas gauge, and I learned very quickly, and with the release of much adrenaline, that the brakes are a mere hair's breadth better than no breaks at all.

It was a very long rejection notice that I got from the car shop.

"MVI" being Motor Vehicle Inspection, I take it?

If so, had I been in that position, I don't think one would even need to crank the engine to know the thing wouldn't pass, and I would've said so, and that taking it in would be a waste of time.

At the very least, I'm fairly certain that most jurisdictions require that basic instrumentation be in working order, and if a speedometer isn't covered under "basic instrumentation" then I must be using words from another planet.

edited 24th Apr '12 5:39:09 PM by Nohbody

There was no question that it wasn't going to pass. We mainly wanted the laundry list f what it would take for it to pass.

What's hilarious, and weird, is that the speedometer does not need to work to pass inspection, and that's what we expecting to be first on the list.

Welcome to Missouri! We don't believe in newfangled speedometers! We use our god-given.. um.. phone apps to tell us how fast we're going... that kind of got away from me and I'm not sure where it was going to begin with.