The office: Chatter about your job

Ouch! Well, on the positive side at least when you've got sun-screen this might be a good job for suntan-improvement purposes.

I had to clock out early because the combination of sunburn+busted foot (I was limping at the end)+exhaustion+heat kicked the shit out of me. I'm not sure what I'm going to do tomorrow, since that's two more hours I've got to work than today.

Damn, those bags of concrete are heavy.

Got my new work schedule for over the summer— internship at the school doing some minor tech support.

Got a little over double the work hours at the same pay rate, so now I'm making about a grand a month. Pretty friggin' sweet for a job where I have so far done nothing but play video games, read, and go on tvtropes.

I'm debating whether or not to call in sick. I'm pretty badly sunburned and being out there or eight hours in the afternoon on the busier day may result in injury.

Had to work yesterday. Missed all Easter related fun. Made somewhat better by deciding that if I couldn't celebrate at home I'd celbrate at work. Brought Peeps, chocolate covered strawberries, and a couple bottles of apple cider for my coworkers and we had a mini party in the morning.

Office parties can be the best parties. You can find out the best blackmail. The best.

We just had pizza delivered at my job for Easter. Of course it came right after about half the crew had gone home so there were three whole pizzas for only four people.

Sounds awesome.

Indeed.

fargarble

Idiots not clarifying. They are selling the company I guard not the company I guard for.

Still means I lose my job once they find a buyer.

edited 25th Apr '11 5:17:33 PM by TuefelHundenIV

Well, I managed to figure out the proper order of lies to get an interview at Best Buy. I'm really hoping to get that job so I can repair computers instead of fucking up my feet at Home Depot. God my feet hurt. And it's still the right one.

Also, if you get a new guy at your work place, you should tell him to start packing stuff up when he's supposed to start, not half an hour after he's supposed to be done. Added two goddamn hours to the job. At least.

So recently I heard that bakers at my job make more money than I do(and sometimes even make more than swing managers). Naturally this irked me, because the jerks who would always have us run out of bagels and take like ten smoke breaks in the day was making more than me. So I decide, fuck this noise, I can do a better job than this guy and decide to ask to train to become a baker myself. I even thought out a bunch of reasons why I would do a better job in case my manager didn't go for it immediately.

When I told her I wanted to be a baker today she said it was a great idea. Turns out I lucked out, since one of the other bakers ragequit yesterday. So yay I guess.

Woot, payday.

That deserves more of a YAY!

Clocked out early because all of the afternoon patients cancelled. Asked for more hours anyway, my boss said she would try and see. Sigh.

A customer came in today and asked for 20+ bags of concrete, I got away with calling him a son of a bitch to his face. I'm glad he had a sense of humor or I'd probably have gotten fired.

Also, I have some idea of what it's like being a male stripper as I am now familiar with the feeling of little old asian women stuffing dollar bills into my pockets.

Are you sure you are not actually a male stripper?

Positive. Or there are some women with truly disturbing taste out there.

Lemme guess: she wanted to give you a tip for schlepping her stuff out, you said you're not supposed to accept tips, and she gave it to you anyway?

Yeah, it happens more than you'd think. Most of them don't speak english well enough that I could explain that we're not supposed to take them. Not that I mind extra money.

After a week of doing collection calls to accounts payable offices for overdue invoices I have to say...    QUIT BEING BABIES AND ANSWER THE PHONE.    Seriously. Just answer the phone and lie through your teeth about why you haven't payed the money you owe for the job we did for you. It's not hard. You're grown accountants. Forward us to a manager and let them BS us. Just throw me a bone to tell my boss!

Last Night.

Me in drive-thru: Hi, What can I make for you?

Customer: Hey, you hear the news?

Me: I'm sorry?

Him: They killed Bin Laden!

Me: What?

Him: Osama Bin Laden is dead!

Me: No way.

Him: Really!

Me: You're lying.

Him: No, its true!

Me: I'm gonna check right now, and if you're lying I'm not making you anything!

-Pulls out phone to check online. Sees several text from various people all saying the same thing-

Me: Holy crap! O_O

That was the most interesting night on the job in a long while.

I helped move more than five thousand pounds of concrete for two customers and several dozen trees out of an eighteen wheeler today. I ache.

Got tomorrow off though. Planning to go see Thor.

edited 5th May '11 7:26:37 PM by Deboss

So, we got these huge timbers in at my work. And by huge, I mean something that would boggle the mind of most rational folk. They are Glu-Lams (for those who don't know, "Glu-Lam" is a timber made up of many smaller pieces of wood glued together, you see them most often in gyms and stuff) that are 6 inches thick, 4 feet wide, and 40+ feet long.

That's fucking big. they weigh close to a ton each. Getting these bastards around the shop is a major headache as well as a safety risk; after all, no one wants a ton of wood to fall on their head.

I'll get some pictures tomorrow if I remember. Oh, and as to what they're for...apparently, we're going to join all of them together and make them into a ceiling for some rich dude's house. WTF Architecture Firm??

Architecture: when you're too artistic to design things properly, but smart enough to not be an artist.