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jjreason
08-27-2002, 06:04 AM
Hi there. As per the header, here we will have the opportunity to spout off about people at work that drive us bananas. Don't feel restricted, you can fell free to vent about co-workers, clients, passerby, looky-loos, Street Walkers....you name it.

We can all keep ourselves out of trouble by NOT using peoples' real names, I would hasten to say.

As the originator of the thread, I get to start...
At work tonight, I received a routine complaint. Party #1 is upset because part #2 is calling their residence frequently, using profane language, etc. Seen it a million times. Here's the stupid part....neither party has an active phone number!!!!!!. How the heck do you harass someone over the phone if YOU don't have a phone number and neither do they???? Suffice to say the file is "Still Under Investigation" or as we like to say "shredder bound". Ugh.

I love my job.

scruffziller
08-27-2002, 07:24 AM
I work at Wal Mart and there is this old guy named Jim that works in the evenings. It is not the guy that you have seen me post on here next to Malcolm McDowell, it is another guy. Anyway this guy gets mad if you do too much work and gets mad if you do too little. Because he only liked to do certain things. There is no pleasing him. One moring I was still working past till 7 AM and he comes in and he gives me the dirtiest look as if to say "what are you still doing here?!:mad: " He always complains how things don't get rotated, but he is the worst one at it.
Plus my last manager he was the biggest, most arrogant arse I have ever met. He was all braun no brains. He even admitted it to another coworker that he was. He said, "Well, I don't always get everything done in the logical sense, ohhh... but I get alot of stuff put up." The guy was a narccisist. He had like 50 pounds of gel in his hair and he basically took a bath in his cologne. His name was Don. When I would come into the dairy in the morning I would always have to say, "Man, it reeks of Don back here!!"
He would always order WAY...... too much of everything. It was almost impossible to find the shortest date of an item because he would order so many of the same thing. Once he had so many lemon yogurts that I was able to take all of them and create a section on the shelf like 3 feet wide and 1 1/2 feet deep of them. He would never check on the things that were selling or weren't selling. He would just go up to an empty spot and say "oh we're out of that, let's order more!" and I said "uh Don, that's out because I just pulled it all from it going out of date." He would reply with a dumbfounded "uhhhhhhhhh.........OHHH!!" At a point in the fall I remember we were really short handed and I usually had to work by myself on a Sunday in which nothing could be stocked constantly. You're talking about the biggest-fastest moving department in the store, 1 person, on a Sunday. I was not feeling the best to begin with, almost didn't feel like coming to work at all that day. So I was going to be inefficient in the first place. Let's just say the place was trashed when I left. I can say that we won the war but didn't mean we didn't go unscathed.
I could have easily stayed another 5 hours getting the place set up again to make it look like he wanted. I came in the next morning and he gave me a dirty look the first time I spotted him.
And I knew he was going to ask his dumb arse question "what happened?" So I was prepared with a "smart arse" response.
He asks "uhhhhhhhhh.........what HAPPened.....!"
I responded....ready......
"OUR VERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY BEST!!!!!!!!!"
:D :D :D :D :D That didn't settle with him too well, but it was the truth.

billfremore
08-27-2002, 11:32 AM
I work with a woman who does very little but is getting real chummy with the new boss. so she basically gets away with murder. She tries to talk to everybody all day and bores the crap out of all of us with her narrow minded views of life and what her kids did recently that she thought was funny.

"Bait was a really funny movie" she'll say, to which I'll avoid eye contact and mutter, "uh huh".

I tell you, there should be some sort of legislature that gets the NERF™ bat rule implemented across the country.

jjreason
08-27-2002, 11:36 AM
I love to listen to ranting. I do it for a living. Therapeutic, don't you think? The ranting I mean, not the listening.

Good rants so far, guys, and I know a good rant when I hear one!

Patient Zero
08-27-2002, 11:43 AM
It is like opening the flood gates with me. If I were to start, I'm afraid that it could only end in bloodshed and a conviction.

scruffziller
08-27-2002, 01:03 PM
Originally posted by The Ghost of Jonna
It is like opening the flood gates with me. If I were to start, I'm afraid that it could only end in bloodshed and a conviction.

Oh c'mon!!:evil:

Let the bloodshed be that of a euphoric haven for us. EMBRACE IT!!!!!

billfremore
08-27-2002, 01:25 PM
Yeah go ahead Gary.
We'll all put on our helmets. :D

Pendo
08-27-2002, 01:32 PM
I want to rant about someone at work, and it's not just today but EVERY day this happens. There's this guy at work and he NEVER does ANY work. He just sits at the desk all day doing nothing! His work is piling higher and higher but he does nothing. He thinks just because he's high up he doesn't have to push himself. All he seems to do is go on the internet on some forum somewhere :rolleyes:.

Oh, wait...

...

:rolleyes:

PENDO!

Patient Zero
08-27-2002, 01:41 PM
Originally posted by billfremore
Yeah go ahead Gary.
We'll all put on our helmets. :D

It seems to be weekly problems here. Last week there was this guy who kept calling up while he was...errr....ummm....giving himself a hand and wanted to talk about Viagra. Luckily, I only got him once, but that was enough to rattle my nerves. I don't spend much time on the phone (about an hour a day), but when I do it can get really ugly.:cry:

billfremore
08-27-2002, 01:45 PM
I get to cover reception here every couple of months and I just love the people who call in.

We're a health information institute, which means we gather data and write and produce reports, and one day I had a guy call up from Kosovo looking for a liver to be transplanted.

I quickly transferred him to our Toronto office. :D

Patient Zero
08-27-2002, 01:53 PM
Ya, we'll UPS that liver right over to you in jiffy!

We have requests from elderly individuals for assistance paying for their medications all the time, but a few weeks ago I got one with a twist. This woman called up asking for help paying for things. What are these things you ask? Her medication, her morgage, a new car, her credit card debts, another plot of land for her grandson, a new set of dresses and shoes, etc.

Where the hell do these people come from? Then they get mad and start yelling when you tell them that the company does not do that.

So, now you all know why I am really cranky some days. Sorry!

Jayspawn
08-28-2002, 02:11 AM
I've suddenly been inspired to rant about this old co-worker I used to have. Her name was Sue. We called her "Crazy Sue."

I worked customer service. And we all had our own desks in our office and we all sat in the same general area. At first Crazy Sue seemed like the usual "do your job and go home" sort of person. But then her conversations started to get a little out there. She would start talking to customers about something her kids did that she thought was funny or start on about someone her and her husband one knew. Everybody started noticing this. Very odd. Then things got very weird. One day, she shows up at the office with a huge statue of a wolf - thats right, the animal. She places it on her desk and tells us all about how she saw it and just had to get it. Next, Crazy Sue started tiling her cube walls with "Far Side" comics (from like a calendar or something) and told us and every other customer about how Gary Larson (the artist) was her Uncle and how he used to draw them pictures all the time when she was young. Which obviously isn't true and everyone knew it. Crazy Sue had lots of framed pictures on her desk that she cut out of a magazine somewhere of exotic and beautiful places that she'd been to before (which she hadn't). And to top all that off, Crazy Sue liked to take 15 minute breaks that lasted 30 or so minutes. Throwing everyone elses break times off. And she would occasionally get up and leave somewhere whenever it suited her.

Crazy Sue only worked for the company for a few months before they sent her and her wolf statue home. But I've always wondered, what were they thinking when they hired her?

(I have a couple other present coworkers to rave about, but I'll get to that later)