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if i have to bend over and take it from anymore jackass customers at work just so i dont get fired for a complaint i swear to god my next post here maybe about court for an assault case.
just figured out what that sound in the dryer was: washed and dried my ipod nano...got a notice in the mail today for an assessment on underpayment of 2008 taxes...I'm gonna try to fight it but no idea how or even where to find the stuff as I wasn't the one who did taxes, and he's not here to ask....and, my cat just threw up on my bedroom rug. Oh, and I am having to spend 2K to get my daughter's car fixed.
But hey, in 2 days I'm going to Asheville to meet up with some of you. So GRRRRRR for now but RAWR in a couple of days. There are many, many more people in far worse shape.
just figured out what that sound in the dryer was: washed and dried my ipod nano...got a notice in the mail today for an assessment on underpayment of 2008 taxes...I'm gonna try to fight it but no idea how or even where to find the stuff as I wasn't the one who did taxes, and he's not here to ask....and, my cat just threw up on my bedroom rug. Oh, and I am having to spend 2K to get my daughter's car fixed.
But hey, in 2 days I'm going to Asheville to meet up with some of you. So GRRRRRR for now but RAWR in a couple of days. There are many, many more people in far worse shape.
I <3 you, beautiful. I'm sending lots of love and the "Fattest of Them All," Gigglepuss, says she would happily offer you her belly and then try to bite you.
I'm not hopeful but have it in a bowl of rice. I can put music on my iPhone of course but my kids gave me that iPod for mothers day in 2010, so it's special. I don't have the heart to tell them that I effed it up so I'll probably fib and tell them that it stopped working.
And in furtherance of my ongoing mission to post serious and upsetting things in this thread:
Because we are out tomorrow, our boss apparently told some people that they could have casual day today, but no one told me, so now I am unnecessarily dressed up.
just figured out what that sound in the dryer was: washed and dried my ipod nano...got a notice in the mail today for an assessment on underpayment of 2008 taxes...I'm gonna try to fight it but no idea how or even where to find the stuff as I wasn't the one who did taxes, and he's not here to ask....and, my cat just threw up on my bedroom rug. Oh, and I am having to spend 2K to get my daughter's car fixed.
But hey, in 2 days I'm going to Asheville to meet up with some of you. So GRRRRRR for now but RAWR in a couple of days. There are many, many more people in far worse shape.
That is an awful confluence of events - but I really admire your attitude. You sure seem to be able to handle more than the average bear. Good luck with those grrrs, and have a blast in Asheville!
(Juggs, my life seems too good to be true because I don't post stuff like this every time it happens, which is basically all the time)
I have a well known policy about working late/weekends/etc: just give me notice. If you want me to work a weekend, tell me Monday/Tuesday so I can change around plans, find people to take tickets to shows/sporting events and things along those lines.
For the past two months my company has made it a habit of telling me about covering night work 4 hours before it's happening (meaning they tell me at 3:00pm that I have to cover night work that starts at 7:00pm the same day), or wait until after noon on Fridays to tell me I have to cover on the weekend.
They just did it again, I have worked ~70 this week already, I have gotten to my office and left when it's dark out every day this week and I've spent more than 12 hours at work every day. That's not the GRRR part, it's my job and I don't really mind putting in extra hours Mon-Thurs, especially since Fridays are worthless days in my industry for the most part.
I told my boss last week I have tickets to a show tonight and tickets to the Jets game Sunday. I told him this and in the next breath said "so let me know if you need me to cover, I'll plan accordingly." Of course, he didn't do this. His response to my displeasure with (yet again) being stuck with duty below my pay grade on short notice without even bothering to ask if I could do it: "You're lucky to have a job."
Excuse me, f*ckface, but I have recruiters calling me weekly, I have job offers from the client reps that run projects I work on, and from my friend in LA whose company needs a person with my exact skill-set. I push all those to the side out of loyalty to the people who taught me how to do my job. I'm lucky to have A job, sure, but not THIS job.
Guess who is showing up to work Sat/Sun with beer? THIS GUY.
I don't mind the actual work (I'll literally just be sitting there all day with nothing to do), it's the blatant lack of respect. I constantly do other people's work without saying anything because I buy into the "team" aspect of my job. Apparently I'm alone in that sentiment.
Post by itrainmonkeys on Oct 26, 2012 13:17:08 GMT -5
No, that's what I mean as well. By "work" I just meant your workplace/coworkers. I like a good amount of what I actually do but there are factors that keep getting worse that annoy me. Lots of communication problems and management being absent then stepping in and creating more problems.
(Juggs, my life seems too good to be true because I don't post stuff like this every time it happens, which is basically all the time)
I have a well known policy about working late/weekends/etc: just give me notice. If you want me to work a weekend, tell me Monday/Tuesday so I can change around plans, find people to take tickets to shows/sporting events and things along those lines.
For the past two months my company has made it a habit of telling me about covering night work 4 hours before it's happening (meaning they tell me at 3:00pm that I have to cover night work that starts at 7:00pm the same day), or wait until after noon on Fridays to tell me I have to cover on the weekend.
They just did it again, I have worked ~70 this week already, I have gotten to my office and left when it's dark out every day this week and I've spent more than 12 hours at work every day. That's not the GRRR part, it's my job and I don't really mind putting in extra hours Mon-Thurs, especially since Fridays are worthless days in my industry for the most part.
I told my boss last week I have tickets to a show tonight and tickets to the Jets game Sunday. I told him this and in the next breath said "so let me know if you need me to cover, I'll plan accordingly." Of course, he didn't do this. His response to my displeasure with (yet again) being stuck with duty below my pay grade on short notice without even bothering to ask if I could do it: "You're lucky to have a job."
Excuse me, f*ckface, but I have recruiters calling me weekly, I have job offers from the client reps that run projects I work on, and from my friend in LA whose company needs a person with my exact skill-set. I push all those to the side out of loyalty to the people who taught me how to do my job. I'm lucky to have A job, sure, but not THIS job.
Guess who is showing up to work Sat/Sun with beer? THIS GUY.
Flanz, I feel so bad for you having that shitty of a boss that I'm letting you know ahead of time that you are playing an injured RB against me this week. You gotta fix that quick
So I'm not there this weekend. And for 2013, Heather says she will not go and strongly suggests I don't either. My mother chimed in her two cents saying no Moog also.
Meanwhile Heather wants me to buy her a ring worth $12k
So I'm not there this weekend. And for 2013, Heather says she will not go and strongly suggests I don't either. My mother chimed in her two cents saying no Moog also.
Meanwhile Heather wants me to buy her a ring worth $12k
Uhhhh... wtf?
The rule of thumb is engagement ring should equal 3 months pay for the guy. Personally, I'll probably spend more than that, but I also manage money like I'm going to die in 6 hours, so take that with a grain of salt.
Meanwhile Heather wants me to buy her a ring worth $12k Uhhhh... wtf?
Fuck that. My engagement ring cost $499. And I have no wedding ring. It's not about the ring, it's about the man. If he stands by you through it all, that's all that matters.