Things that piss you off?

[Munachi]

hm... so, this guy i was dating for a few weeks... he asked me for my email adress when we saw each other sunday - so on monday he could email me to tell me he is not interested any more in anything but friendship... which makes me kind of wonder - he very likely knew this on sunday already... couldn't he have told me then? yeah i know it is easier per email and all that... but i still like being told things in person. somehow it makes me feel taken more important...

 

[Guest]

 

[SlickTony]

Bear with me if I've mentioned it before--it bears mentioning--my coworker who's as crazy as a shithouse rat. I mean, seriously, certifiably nuts. I've heard misery loves company, but evidently insanity does, too, because if she stays on at my company she's going to take us all with her.

 

[Nightbird]

Thank you everyone for the sympathy about my bronchitis.. I am starting to feel better.

Munachi that guy is a total asshole. A real man would have told you face to face.

Slick Tony, please do share.. What does this crazy person do?

 

[SlickTony]

As I was just on line to take care of a bit of e-mailing, I don't have time to go into it right now. I'll go into more detail when I get home from work. The long catalog of her nuttiness requires more than the 3-5 minutes I've got at this time.

 

[Nightbird]

Ohhh I can't wait to read it!

As I was just on line to take care of a bit of e-mailing, I don't have time to go into it right now. I'll go into more detail when I get home from work. The long catalog of her nuttiness requires more than the 3-5 minutes I've got at this time.

 

[Willing and Unsure]

the thing that pissed me off a bit today is that I found out that tomorrow morning I have to drive about 35 miles to another plant within the company so that I can get into a van and ride back the 35 miles to take a tour of the plant that I work at and live about 3 miles away from. And of course, because my car will be 35 miles away, I have to ride back to get it and then drive home. But meeting the group I'm supposed to be with at the plant I work at is not acceptable. *growls* Talk about a waste of time and energy.

 

[Guest]

 

[Willing and Unsure]

that seems to be very inefficient if not bizarre

you have no idea. The worst part of it all is that the company is going to pay me for the mileage I put on my car for all of this. And they're paying for the van for the group (along with the gas and stuff for that).

 

[Guest]

 

[Willing and Unsure]

well, I just hope that the rest of the group isn't doing the same thing you are too.

There are 8 others in the group that have that far to travel, if not farther to the place we have to go tomorrow. There's a total of 20 people in the group, and some of them live halfway between the two places.

 

[Guest]

 

[EJFan]

who the hell's idea was this?

my guess is it's the same people who did MWY's tech support today.

 

[Guest]

 

[Willing and Unsure]

ah, so W&S works for MWY cell phone company

nah. I'd say the company I work for gets parts from his cell phone company. The things I've seen him put up about the cell phone company sound an awful lot like a lot of the things that I see and hear around where I'm working.

And what's really sad, is this is one of the more intelligent dumb things the place I work for does.

 

[pleasteasme]

I can't open the battery compartment of my frickin' cell phone.

 

[Thermister]

When the kid in the little japanese import that sounds like an amplified bumblebee tailgates me for miles, then suddenly passes and gets in front of me only to almost immediately make a right hand turn down a side street.

 

[SlickTony]

Thank you everyone for the sympathy about my bronchitis.. I am starting to feel better.

Munachi that guy is a total asshole. A real man would have told you face to face.

Slick Tony, please do share.. What does this crazy person do?

Let me count the ways...

First, the things that wouldn't necessarily annoy me in another person, but which I find terminally irritating because she is irritating:

1. A very pronounced Philly accent. As I said, I might not see anything so terrible about that in another person, (it might even be cute or sexy in the right person)but she gets on my nerves so badly that the fact that she says "oo-wun" for "on" is just one more thing against her. And "cawwwmfortable" for comfortable--aaghhh, don't get me started.
2. The way she walks back into our office patting her thighs after she's been out of the room.
3. The hangdog lipless smirk she uses for a smile, and the bobblehead nod that often accompanies it.
4. She talks about herself in the 3rd person.

She is blonde, cute (except for what she did to her eyebrows; since she has very nice eyelashes, I don't think she's had alopecia in the past) in a zaftig sort of way, and is in her mid-30s. She is divorced, and continually bemoans the fact that she is single and childless. All of us around her that are at least twenty years older than she have given her heaps of good advice on what she could do to meet and become more interesting to men, and she takes none of it. She's one of these people whose lives peaked in high school--she was quite the cute little trick back then and has never gotten over it. You know the standard kind of advice that's given--develop interests, contact associations of people with those interests, go back to school--but during the week she's too tired to do anything but put her feet up and watch TV, and during the weekend, she has to clean her apartment. Hell--she lives by herself (as she has pointed out, again and again and again)--how does her apartment get dirty? She'd just rather whine than do anything to change her situation. She has no kids (as she's pointed out again and again and again) that she has to find and pay a sitter for. She has cats, but she sometimes talks about giving them away because they prevent her from going away for the weekend. (As far as I'm concerned anyone who would contemplate getting rid of cats because they interfere with a social life she doesn't even have is just a few rungs below Susan Smith).

The most irritating thing about her is her deeply ditzy and superstitious world-view. Honestly, there are probably undiscovered tribes in the middle of the Amazon Basin or the African Interior who have more a more rational view of the universe. Our workplace is in a 100+ year-old building, which has its effect on such things as the workings of the air conditioners and the configuration of the wiring, both electric and fiberoptic, that powers everything. She is always connecting things that have nothing to do with each other. She comes across a certain name in a record she is transcribing, and at that time the telephone rings. Someone coughs, and her Internet browser freezes. She is always going on about how "sensitive" and "psychic" she is--if she really were any of that, she'd realize how squirrelly and irritating everyone in the workplace finds her and either quit or try to change her ways.

She is extremely paranoid. She sidles around corners to try and catch people talking about her. She is convinced that people are calling her a slut and a pedophile (huh?). Well, it's true people are talking about her, but they're hardly calling her that--they're saying she's NUTS. Anyway, I'd just as soon have a cheerful, well-adjusted slut around. She said that several years ago, a tick crawled up into her uterus and it's never been right since. She said first that her chair had been rigged to give her spontaneous orgasms when she sat down in it, and kept changing chairs until she'd sat in every chair on our floor that didn't actually belong to someone. After changing out several chairs, she cleared them and determined that someone was doing it--oh, I don't know, electronically or telepathically. She seems to be bristling with sexual thoughts of kind or another. Well, so am I--I do write erotica, after all. Mine keep me happy and entertained. Hers make her miserable.

She says people in the company are playing head games with her. She talks to people who aren't visible to the rest of us in the room. She sits with her back to me, because of the way our workspaces are arranged, and all fucking day I get to hear her long, sibilant rants, uttered sotto voce, but not sotto enough. After almost a year of this, the noise has taken on the quality of something heard in delirium or nightmares. She's always complaining about the people who are invading her privacy. I'd dearly love not to overhear what she's saying to what one of the legal typists calls the "little men outside the window"--you have no idea how sedulously I try to avoid overhearing her. I spend $5 a week on AA batteries for my CD player (I've lost the AC adapter that came with it and I can't use the CD drive in my computer because there are no speakers) because I listen to music with the volume turned up. I'm going to be deaf as a post by the time I'm 60. If she's so fucking psychic, can't she communicate with those people telepathically? She starts up in the morning and gets worse and worse until we're all about ready to defenestrate her, if only the windows opened, and then she sicks out and goes home and leaves me to do our work. There are only 2 1/2 people doing it--her, me, and two people in other departments who help out on a part-time basis. We are perenially behind and as soon as it appears we have a ghost of a chance to catch up, pop goes the weasel and I'm working alone again.

Now, I can see where you might accuse me of lack of compassion for the mentally disturbed. I don't lack compassion for her because she's mentally disturbed. Hell, I've got a diagnosis of Asperger's myself (that doesn't indicate mental disturbance, though people say it manifests itself in a seeming lack of compassion) and have been treated for clinical depression on and off for years. Treated--that's the operative word. After everyone in the company--I mean literally, everyone; I was just last) went to our HR person and complained, she suggested, tactfully and gently to the woman that she might consider talking to someone, i.e. counseling or something, and she took offense, big-time. I have touted the virtues of antidepressants, but she says she's not depressed and won't consider medication--she doesn't need it, it's a weakness to need meds. Personally I think she has passed beyond the Wellbutrin zone and into the Zyprexa zone. But she's just fine and the only thing wrong with her are the people around her who are trying to gaslight her.

Now, if she were under treatment for all this and occasionally she acted up because her meds got out of whack, if HR had come to all of us and explained that she was doing her best and to cut her some slack, I'd be happy to. After all, my son went through every AD/HD med that Big Pharma has come up with, plus the Zyprexa--it's an antipsychotic, but they give it to kids to help prevent meltdowns--until he hit puberty. We and our insurance have helped to support a pediatric neurologist and two LMHCs. I've had to go to bat for him with the school district in my time, although he's never been a conduct problem.

HR says that there's nothing to be done--if she is advised to seek psychiatric help, or terminated for any reason whatever, the company could be letting itself in for an ADA or EEOC lawsuit. I just feel like it's getting to be more than I can handle and is leaching most of the joy out of coming to work. I'd planned to stay at this job until I retired, but damn, it's going to be a long 20+ years.

Thanks for "listening," y'all, and I cry your pardon for all the sharing.

 

[hdlynnette]

Why this weekend??

I've waited since last August for the NASCAR boys to come back into town. I'm bored out of my mind and looking so forward to the races this weekend. We are now in a 'snow watch' until 4PM tomorrow with more rain and/or snow forecasted through Saturday. Sunday does look pretty good though, sunny skies and temps in the 50's.

It never fails, if they're racing at Bristol, it will either rain, snow, sleet or flood.

 

[bobsgirl]

Let me count the ways...

First, the things that wouldn't necessarily annoy me in another person, but which I find terminally irritating because she is irritating:

1. A very pronounced Philly accent. As I said, I might not see anything so terrible about that in another person, (it might even be cute or sexy in the right person)but she gets on my nerves so badly that the fact that she says "oo-wun" for "on" is just one more thing against her. And "cawwwmfortable" for comfortable--aaghhh, don't get me started.
2. The way she walks back into our office patting her thighs after she's been out of the room.
3. The hangdog lipless smirk she uses for a smile, and the bobblehead nod that often accompanies it.
4. She talks about herself in the 3rd person.

She is blonde, cute (except for what she did to her eyebrows; since she has very nice eyelashes, I don't think she's had alopecia in the past) in a zaftig sort of way, and is in her mid-30s. She is divorced, and continually bemoans the fact that she is single and childless. All of us around her that are at least twenty years older than she have given her heaps of good advice on what she could do to meet and become more interesting to men, and she takes none of it. She's one of these people whose lives peaked in high school--she was quite the cute little trick back then and has never gotten over it. You know the standard kind of advice that's given--develop interests, contact associations of people with those interests, go back to school--but during the week she's too tired to do anything but put her feet up and watch TV, and during the weekend, she has to clean her apartment. Hell--she lives by herself (as she has pointed out, again and again and again)--how does her apartment get dirty? She'd just rather whine than do anything to change her situation. She has no kids (as she's pointed out again and again and again) that she has to find and pay a sitter for. She has cats, but she sometimes talks about giving them away because they prevent her from going away for the weekend. (As far as I'm concerned anyone who would contemplate getting rid of cats because they interfere with a social life she doesn't even have is just a few rungs below Susan Smith).

The most irritating thing about her is her deeply ditzy and superstitious world-view. Honestly, there are probably undiscovered tribes in the middle of the Amazon Basin or the African Interior who have more a more rational view of the universe. Our workplace is in a 100+ year-old building, which has its effect on such things as the workings of the air conditioners and the configuration of the wiring, both electric and fiberoptic, that powers everything. She is always connecting things that have nothing to do with each other. She comes across a certain name in a record she is transcribing, and at that time the telephone rings. Someone coughs, and her Internet browser freezes. She is always going on about how "sensitive" and "psychic" she is--if she really were any of that, she'd realize how squirrelly and irritating everyone in the workplace finds her and either quit or try to change her ways.

She is extremely paranoid. She sidles around corners to try and catch people talking about her. She is convinced that people are calling her a slut and a pedophile (huh?). Well, it's true people are talking about her, but they're hardly calling her that--they're saying she's NUTS. Anyway, I'd just as soon have a cheerful, well-adjusted slut around. She said that several years ago, a tick crawled up into her uterus and it's never been right since. She said first that her chair had been rigged to give her spontaneous orgasms when she sat down in it, and kept changing chairs until she'd sat in every chair on our floor that didn't actually belong to someone. After changing out several chairs, she cleared them and determined that someone was doing it--oh, I don't know, electronically or telepathically. She seems to be bristling with sexual thoughts of kind or another. Well, so am I--I do write erotica, after all. Mine keep me happy and entertained. Hers make her miserable.

She says people in the company are playing head games with her. She talks to people who aren't visible to the rest of us in the room. She sits with her back to me, because of the way our workspaces are arranged, and all fucking day I get to hear her long, sibilant rants, uttered sotto voce, but not sotto enough. After almost a year of this, the noise has taken on the quality of something heard in delirium or nightmares. She's always complaining about the people who are invading her privacy. I'd dearly love not to overhear what she's saying to what one of the legal typists calls the "little men outside the window"--you have no idea how sedulously I try to avoid overhearing her. I spend $5 a week on AA batteries for my CD player (I've lost the AC adapter that came with it and I can't use the CD drive in my computer because there are no speakers) because I listen to music with the volume turned up. I'm going to be deaf as a post by the time I'm 60. If she's so fucking psychic, can't she communicate with those people telepathically? She starts up in the morning and gets worse and worse until we're all about ready to defenestrate her, if only the windows opened, and then she sicks out and goes home and leaves me to do our work. There are only 2 1/2 people doing it--her, me, and two people in other departments who help out on a part-time basis. We are perenially behind and as soon as it appears we have a ghost of a chance to catch up, pop goes the weasel and I'm working alone again.

Now, I can see where you might accuse me of lack of compassion for the mentally disturbed. I don't lack compassion for her because she's mentally disturbed. Hell, I've got a diagnosis of Asperger's myself (that doesn't indicate mental disturbance, though people say it manifests itself in a seeming lack of compassion) and have been treated for clinical depression on and off for years. Treated--that's the operative word. After everyone in the company--I mean literally, everyone; I was just last) went to our HR person and complained, she suggested, tactfully and gently to the woman that she might consider talking to someone, i.e. counseling or something, and she took offense, big-time. I have touted the virtues of antidepressants, but she says she's not depressed and won't consider medication--she doesn't need it, it's a weakness to need meds. Personally I think she has passed beyond the Wellbutrin zone and into the Zyprexa zone. But she's just fine and the only thing wrong with her are the people around her who are trying to gaslight her.

Now, if she were under treatment for all this and occasionally she acted up because her meds got out of whack, if HR had come to all of us and explained that she was doing her best and to cut her some slack, I'd be happy to. After all, my son went through every AD/HD med that Big Pharma has come up with, plus the Zyprexa--it's an antipsychotic, but they give it to kids to help prevent meltdowns--until he hit puberty. We and our insurance have helped to support a pediatric neurologist and two LMHCs. I've had to go to bat for him with the school district in my time, although he's never been a conduct problem.

HR says that there's nothing to be done--if she is advised to seek psychiatric help, or terminated for any reason whatever, the company could be letting itself in for an ADA or EEOC lawsuit. I just feel like it's getting to be more than I can handle and is leaching most of the joy out of coming to work. I'd planned to stay at this job until I retired, but damn, it's going to be a long 20+ years.

Thanks for "listening," y'all, and I cry your pardon for all the sharing.

Slick Tony, I feel for you, I really do. She sounds like a real nut.

I gotta say, I wouldn't mind having a chair that gave me orgasms when I sat in it. Maybe she'd like to send them to me.

 

[SlickTony]

And that's another thing--that she doesn't appreciate this gift-from-God-knows-where. If there were actually a chair that produced orgasms in our office, I'd buy it off the boss and sell it on EBay. I bet I could get at least 3 grand for it. People will buy anything on the Internet.

 

[Amonara]

hm... so, this guy i was dating for a few weeks... he asked me for my email adress when we saw each other sunday - so on monday he could email me to tell me he is not interested any more in anything but friendship... which makes me kind of wonder - he very likely knew this on sunday already... couldn't he have told me then? yeah i know it is easier per email and all that... but i still like being told things in person. somehow it makes me feel taken more important...

I hate that.

The guy I've been dating for the last month has just for some reason decided to stop calling me for the last week, with the except of a few very impersonal AIM conversations. Boy I sure know how to pick 'em.

 

[Quoll]

I just get online, get a phone call, I'll probably have to go in 15 min. *sigh*

 

[EJFan]

I just get online, get a phone call, I'll probably have to go in 15 min. *sigh*

phone calls make you have to poop too, huh?

 

[Quoll]

phone calls make you have to poop too, huh?

Usually they occur mid-poop, if it wasn't already happening it would give me the shits.