Let's bitch about our stupid, annoying co-workers

Boss:"Ronan could you comb your hair next time you come to work"

Me:"eh in fairness the contract doesn't say anything about me having to comb my hair"

Boss:"yeah but I mean you're a student now yeah? this job isn't so bad. they look after you well, it's a good wage, I'm happy with my lot"

Me:"I don't think there's any chance of me ever working here for a living, long term"

Boss:"Yeah and they pay your health insurance, it's not too difficult a job either"

Me:"Yeah no I'm never going to want to work here, to be honest I was planning on quitting as soon as I start college, or maybe even sooner, you needn't tell the main boss that"

Boss:"Oh don't worry, whatever is discussed here stays here. *long David Brent style lecture* I know what it's like to work WITH people and AROUND people, and I know that this station is not being run as effectively as possible, it's a clique, and I'm sure you can see that too Ronan. But quitting isn't going to change that. You quitting will not make this a smoother operation.

Me:"Eh I don't care about this job, I'm not sure what your point is"

Boss:"All I'm saying is, think about what I've said to you yeah? Just think about it"

Me:"............ok"

CEBCWTJCW: Morning Rachel!!! Oooh! What have you done to your NOSE??

Me: What? Oh yeah, it's a spot.

CEBCWTJCW: No! You've cut yourself or something! It's really RED.

Me: No, really, it's just a big, shiny, noticeable spot.

CEBCWTJCW: It looks really BAD!

At this point I gave up all hope of having a good day.

Woman At Next Desk: Oh, you used to live in London? So did I. I moved back after my daughter started school and, to be honest, I'm really glad I did. The education you get in London is terrible.

Madchen: I've heard inner city schools are, er, challenging.

WAND: Oh yes. I mean, she was one of only three white faces in the class.

Madchen: Oh. (Mutters something under her breath about 1 in 4 Scots).

Office twats who preface statements with 'I'm not being funny' should recognise that everything following the phrase comes with its own virtual kill file.

My other suggestion would be to canvass other coworkers for a pizza delivery one Friday and exclude her blatantly.

I work in a room with two people. Person 1 said to me all the stuff I wrote above. She thought nothing of saying it to a stranger (the assumption, I guess, being that I would think the same). Person 2 laughed along merrily. Also, I have come across numerous people in Glasgow who tell me they get scared in London because there are so many black people around. Again, the way they express themselves implies they feel no sense of shame whatsoever - they just don't see there's anything wrong in expressing obviously prejudiced opinions.

I'm not denying for a second that racism doesn't exist elsewhere (and I'm not forgetting that the survey found 3 in 4 Scots aren't racist) but this is the only place I've encountered bigots who have the expectation that my opinion must be the same as theirs.

reply from me: "actually, on Friday we both determined that we had the wrong CD and would have to special order a new copy. On Monday."

reply from my boss: "There must have been some miscommunication here."

yeah, between your ears and your brain. moron!

What the fuck?

Despite the fact that she's obviously still pregnant.

However, I AM authorized to purchase them, however I want, whenever I want.

What does that even mean?

SUBJECT LINE: I gotta get outta this place
...if it's the last thing I ever do (feel free to hum along.)

After a delightful morning spent discussing why someone:
1. Shouldn't open a printer paperfeed drawer, while the printer is printing;
2. Shouldn't send emails to everyone on their mailing lists about Church-related emails;
3. Should let others know when they need the printer instead of deleting documents in the queue;
4. Shouldn't tell someone "this is urgent" so they work really late to get it finished, when really, it isn't urgent at all and in fact, doesn't need to be done at all; and
5. Shouldn't take someone else's lunch from the refrigerator and leave it on the counter to make room for "extra drinks in case we have visitors,"
I have now experienced the conversation to top them all (and really, you have to laugh at this one. I did. Once I calmed down, imbibed chocolate and nicotine, and thought "well, at least it's not quantum physics?). So....here it is:

A Dialogue between "M" (yours truly) and "S" (Otherwise known as Scarett/Princess/Arch Nemesis/The Scarf Lady/etc.)
S: Hey "M"!
M: Yes?
S: You know how to work that digital camera yet?
M: Yeah, figured it out last week.
S: How long does it take to get those photos developed?
M: What?
S: I need some photos really fast, so I can photocopy them and make notes on the back. And get duplicates too, in case they get messed-up.
M: What? What pictures do you need taken?
S: I need to you take pictures of my computer.
M: Why?
S: I need to know what's on my computer.
M: (sigh) You are looking for a file?
S: No, I need to know what is on my screen thing.
M: (dawning awareness) You need screen captures?
S: No, I need pictures of my computer.
M: For....?
S: I need to know what's on my screen, 'cause these instructions don't make sense and I want to make notes.
M: Okay, then you need a picture of the information on your screen, that you can print and add notes to?
S: Yes.
M: Okay, we don't need the camera for that. We can just do screen captures. It's easy.
(M walks over to other office, taking deep and soothing breathes all the while, and explains how to "CTRL+ALT+PrtScn" - runs into trouble with explanation of holding down all keys at the same time. Eventually resolved and screen is captured.)
M: Now open Word and set the page to ?Landscape.?
S: My computer won't do that.
M: What? Yes it will.
(M goes through brief discussion of "portrait" vs "landscape" and how to perform operation in Word. Discovers part of problem is that S doesn?t know how to open Word because the icon isn?t on her desktop.)
M: Now just hit "Shift+Insert" and your screen shot will be inserted.
M: No, you need to hold down both keys at the same time.
M: I don't know, that's just the way the program is designed.
M: Yeah, it is find of frustrating.
M: Okay, now you have it. Just insert a new page for each of the next screen captures and then print the file.
(M returns to own desk and gets back into rhythm of formatting proposal.)
S: M! It isn't working. I want you to take the pictures for me.
M: I don't have time to take the pictures right now, I have to get this back to _____.
S: Well, I don't have the time to use the camera, so I guess this won't get done and _____ will be mad.
M: Yeah, I guess ___ will be mad, but I'll explain the problem to him.
S: Can't you do these thingys for me?
M: No, not right now. I have to get this done.
S: You know, it's your job to do this.
M: No, actually it isn't. I am sorry, but I really can't do it right now. If I have time later I'll come over and see what we can do. In the meantime, why don't you look under the "Help" menu to see if those instructions are better.
S: Oh, my computer doesn't have any "Help" on it. I keep telling ____ he needs to fix it, but he won't.

(M decides, for sake of sanity, to not try and figure out what that last comment means and returns to her editing, swearing all the while.)
End of original email.

And here are additional interesting tidbits about ?S?:
She claimed on her resume to be ?Microsoft Certified,? but was unable to explain what that meant;
She wrote all of her correspondence in Excel, because she didn?t know how to open Word (the icon wasn?t on her desktop);
When she came into work each morning, she made herself a pot of tea and sat in her cubicle reading household decorating magazines and drinking tea for the first two hours: and, best of all
She was once asked to provide a file that she had finished working on to another co-worker. The file was not on her hard drive for, as she explained, she ?didn?t want to fill it up with things? (and it was a 20 G HD!) File was eventually determined, by her, to be on a floppy. But floppy was blank when co-worker opened it. Eventually ?S? showed supervisor where she stored all of her floppys containing important info. She was attaching them to the metal parts of her cubicle with large magnets, so she ?could always find them.?

~ Laura (who is thankful that she can claim to be a happy rat, that abandoned the sinking ship in time to move to a much cushier and affluent ship, and is now ridiculously happy with things)

I've met a few people who have done basic "computer literacy" courses at colleges and Adult Ed. places who do this. What seems to happen is: the college says "don't store your files on the hard drive [of our lab computers], use a floppy" and the person absorbs this without understanding *why* they're being told it.

These sort of courses always seem to produce people who can't do anything except exactly what was on the course, and then only if their computer is set up exactly like the college ones were. Hence, not being able to start Word if it doesn't have a desktop icon.

(of course, the other stuff shows that this person seems to be a fuckwit regardless of that)

The ex-receptionist at my office once printed out an email so she could type it up in Word.

it's a sappy day.

1. "What does agriculture mean?"

2. "I was so annoyed. Someone threw themselves under my tube yesterday. People that do that must be mad."

3. Me: "Just tell them to put the web address in and it will take them straight into the site."

Her: "What address? Their address?"

Other things he did: worked at his cube standing up (making everyone around him very tense), unbuttoned his shirts halfway down his chest, commented on every phone conversation I had (work related or not), talked to himself, and played horrible CD-Rs of cabaret tunes he wrote and produced. I think the whole experience inoculated me against ever being annoyed by co-workers again.

Unfortunately something this stupid is uttered in my office at least once a day...

Xp jon — I totally get where you’re coming from.

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Having panic attack rn

Babes babes don't, it's just your nervous system rushing you. Do you want to talk?

Lol I was joking re Ned’s pic of balloons

Phew

But I would love to talk npo work stuff w/u!

I sent you my number via the cursed m3ssenger. Let's find a time!

I had a group of coworkers (I was adjacent to the group, but not in) who would do little pranks for birthdays for a few years but we were young and cared about birthdays? My coworkers pranked me when I turned 25 after I had joked about turning old and put black balloons in my cubicle and black confetti inside the books on my desk and I appreciated the bit.

I don’t like, give a shit about my own birthday? Some people really don’t like being reminded of theirs, some like to make a big deal, whatever. Making it a formal office thing seems like hell, you’d have to opt out and some people would know you did, the reverse is also bad, etc

My workplace does work anniversary recognitions but it’s low key. That seems more appropriate? I guess if you care about birthdays, hype up your birthday to your coworkers you’re closer to

That doesn’t even get into ageism in offices. No worse feeling than someone deciding you’re not their peer because you’re older/younger than they considered

Assuming we can afford it I fully intend to put on a big show for my 50th birthday at the local civic center where we held our daughter’s Bat Mitzvah. The vast majority of attendees will be a curated list of local coworkers, because that’s who my friends are now. There will be free desserts for everyone.

Mandatory desert for all

somehow my initial skim indicated you’d throw the party in a honda civic. also good

Have you considered an EV?

I used to have a co-worker called Rebecca. She was nice! But I kept calling her Rachel. She looked like a Rachel. Her hair was a little bit like Rachel's hair from Friends. She exuded Rachel-ness. Rachel is a lot more dynamic than Rebecca. Thank God I didn't ever call her "prominent nipples"! I dodged a bullet there. I don't think I ever called her "prominent nipples".

NB she didn't have prominent nipples. That's a reference to Rachel from Friends, who did have prominent nipples. No, I do not spend my time at work staring at my co-worker's chests. I'm going to delete this whole post when I find out how. A bit of googling for Jennifer Aniston nipples backspace reveals that Aniston had a fairly diverse range of hairstyles on that show, but the one everybody remembers has a Wikipedia page:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rachel

I even got her name wrong in a birthday card once. I like to think that she took it in good humour. One issue with celebrating workplace birthdays is the awkward issue of age. My hunch is that most of the people on Ilxor are young, hip, urban professionals in their twenties, very much like the cast of Friends, but younger and hipper and more cocaine-y. Closer to St Elmo's Fire. Obnoxious, but interesting. I mean, yes, Ilxor is around twenty years old, so the older posters are in their forties or perhaps even older, but mentally we're all hip twenty-something graduate interns, so we're all eternally young and healthy and happy etc.

But what about people who are 49? Or, horrors, 59? Or, horrors, 29? Do you celebrate that birthday? What about people for whom birthdays have ceased to have meaning? Obviously beyond a certain point you're just generically "old", and by that time you're a high-ranking executive who has their own office, but how do you approach someone who is sixty years old? They tend to be irrationally angry, old people.

I would rather, like, get more work done than socialize, sorry.

contrary to daytime attempts at communication via ilx

We've evaluated our trainers for years with a flawed, weighted formula that our partner lazily came up with so they could just plug in our numbers to determine their employees bonuses and not actually do work.

It is so bad that you could actually scream I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE THIS BULLSHIT, YOU ASSHOLES ARE AGGRAVATING ME and still pass because losing your temper in class only docks you like 4 points. So our choices have always been "let people get great ratings they don't deserve" or "manipulate the numerical inputs to achieve the desired rating", both of which are bad.

The former has led the trainers to ignore feedback and become complacent. The latter is dishonesty.

So finally a new boss comes in and says exactly this, we need to trash this and stop using it, and asks me to redesign the process. I design something much simpler, a three tiered rating system like the one we used 2022.

First feedback i get from same boss is, can I add a numerical component to it, and gives me a document as an example.

The document is the one he told me we were trashing because it sucked.

.....what?!!! Now I have to schedule a meeting to find out if I'm being asked a slightly different version of a thing we already have and hate.

I think it's largely due to everybody's obsession with converting everything into a piece of numerical data that can be fed into AI and trend-analyzed, without bothering to consider the difference between fact-based data that records things that have defined measurement vs aggregated data from an arbitrary formula that largely only measures itself

just assign them numbers 1,2,3 and call it a day

That reminds me. A while back my workplace introduced an improvement methodology that involves a weekly meeting in front of a BIG BOARD. We have to put tickets on the board and have a short meeting where we talk about the issues on the tickets. The basic concept is fine. I have nothing against the basic concept. The concept of coming up with a workplace issue, writing it down, and bashing it out, is perfectly okay. It's a good concept. As concepts go, it's good. Nothing wrong with the concept.

The problem is that the board looks a bit like this, e.g. it's incomprehensible. The concept is dressed up in a process that resembles an imitation of rationality. A cargo cult imitation of intelligent problem-solving. Something that a "linkedin lunatic" might come up with.

Each issue has to align with a vision metric, or a driver metric, and there was a third metric. I have no idea what differentiates them. No-one does. No-one knows why that part is important. We also have to fit each issue into one of three categories, and it has to be within a certain scope, and then it goes on a journey. There are four stages to the journey. And there's a thing called a "true north strategy". As a result we aren't actually free to discuss any arbitrary problem. It has to be only a certain kind of problem. So we end up pre-processing the problems so that they fit all of the aforementioned. Actual real problems go unaddressed. Is tear gas flammable in an enclosed space? I have no idea, and I can't ask, because that doesn't align with our vision metrics.

So the end result is a system that on paper solves problems, but in practice it's like something from Noam Chomsky's Manufacturing Consent. I mean, I'm a reasonably intelligent man. I have a questioning, creative mind. I discovered masturbation entirely by myself. I didn't have to ask my parents for help. When I did ask them, they were impressed with my initiative. Or at least they were very quiet. So they didn't disagree. I apologise for ruining the carpet. Sorry about that.

But the point still stands. If I don't understand this monstrosity, if Ashley Pomeroy doesn't understand this monstrosity, who does?

Inevitably the people who introduced this system eft the workplace shortly afterwards and the people who replaced them have also left, so we have a system that no-one understands, implemented by people who aren't there any more. We're basically torturing each other because someone misinterpreted an ancient scripture written by another culture on the far side of the world.

Why not just stop doing it then? Feels like a problem for the board: “currently we have a problem solving process that is being brutalized by manager speak run amok”

Boss took two weeks off. He comes back and asks me about a class starting tomorrow, if I or the other guy is leading it.

I had no idea it existed because this class was only documented in a solitary email he sent weeks ago and not the class tracker itself, plus it's not assigned to me on the assignment board. I think he forgot to assign it to either of us.

Getting to the point where I just ask if he wants to trade jobs with me. Dude is a worker bee who got promoted one time too many.

"Why not just stop doing it then?"

By sheer coincidence, a week later we did stop. Because the person who replaced the person who implemented the system retired, and there was no-one left to replace that person. And yet the board is still there. The points are frozen but the beast is not dead. Cogito ergo elk.

I'm reminded of an old science fiction short story in which the inmates of a gulag wake up one morning to find that the automated security system has stopped working, so they break into the control room and discover that a data cartridge has fallen out of the central computer, leaving the gulag completely non-functional. They get ready to escape until one of their number instinctively re-inserts the data cartridge, at which point the speakers come to life again and the inmates meekly return to their cells, because they had been so brutalised that they has lost all hope.

Which reminds me that there used to be a website that had a database of sci-fi short stories. You could click on a story and it showed you which books it had appeared in. And conversely you could click on a book and it showed you which stories it contained. And... oh. It still exists. It's the Speculative Fiction Database. The story was "The Day Volman Died" by Philip Dunn, published in The Weekend Book of Science Fiction. The story has otherwise left no trace on the internet.

I worry that one day this database will cease to exist except that it's text, which uses very little bandwidth, and pragmatically if no-one else on the entire internet cares enough about "The Day Volman Died" to write anything about it - this thread is presumably going to be one of the few things on the internet that mentions it, after I hit "submit post" - it isn't worth saving.

i am a red tape snipper / bottleneck guy. more grandly, i am a 'records management liaison'. which just means i click around and update / create little entries for other government agencies for little good reason, entries that mostly everyone forgets about forever. and then click around some more to document the fact that i clicked around to create little entries. which maybe one or two people glance at at the end of the fiscal year.

most of the government agencies who i am assigned to, as their liaison, get that what we do together is broadly meaningless, and they respond in kind. chill emails asking me to do a thing when i get the chance. asking me to explain something in a virtual meeting we can set up a week from now. they get that by its very nature, records management work is not urgent. there are timelines but nothing is ever an emergency, certainly not a day-of emergency.

except for the headless chickens in the department of commerce. one in particular. he wants to chat me. ask me a question like it's important that i answer right away. ask another question that makes it apparent that the first question is now irrelevant. he sent me a chat at 3:58 today. asking if i could join a quick virtual chat even though he just noticed on my calendar that i'm leaving at 4 ("are you leaving at 4?"). he's checking my calendar before he chats me his question. his question that is guaranteed to be about some bullshit. that if he stewed on for a day or two would either go away (because it doesn't matter) or would morph into an actual thing he could ask me to do. i responded "please send me an email to set up any meetings." i am going to basically tell him that i won't respond to chats from him, that he needs to email me. i think this is valid because everyone else emails me. those people are also waiting on things from me. chatting me has the expectation that i'm available right now (on-call). i really really do not want to create that impression with this individual, since everything he asks ends up being confusing, hectic, and pointless. i was mad about this after i left work, into dinner. meditation helped. but it might affect my sleep. maybe it helps to type all this out here. i hate these kinds of people. people who think their job is so fucking important they have to run around like chickens with their heads cut off from moment to moment and will do anything in their power to suck you into the meaningless din of their back-and-forth with self-important administrators until, two weeks later, they backtrack or drop off and literally nothing useful happened. government is full of these kinds of people. people with no life, no perspective, no vision, no anything at all besides pure reactive idiocy.

government is slow. that is a feature not a bug. people who want to make it fast drive me insane. chill man! play a computer game. disassociate like the rest of us. play hooky. go home early. you are still doing your job, it's ok. in fact you would probably do a much better job if you allowed yourself to fucking detach from it a little bit.

the absolute worst though are the hall monitors. i work with two hall monitors. you know the type of person this is! unless you are one i guess.

government is slow. that is a feature not a bug. people who want to make it fast drive me insane. chill man! play a computer game. disassociate like the rest of us. play hooky. go home early. you are still doing your job, it's ok. in fact you would probably do a much better job if you allowed yourself to fucking detach from it a little bit.

This has been the absolute best thing about my current job (red state health insurance). The other day on a Zoom call one of my co-workers offered to work on something over the weekend and everyone else reacted like she'd said she was going to saw off one of her own feet. "Never work on the weekend!" someone said.

ask another question that makes it apparent that the first question is now irrelevant. he sent me a chat at 3:58 today. asking if i could join a quick virtual chat even though he just noticed on my calendar that i'm leaving at 4 ("are you leaving at 4?"). he's checking my calendar before he chats me his question.

yeah this is total bullshit. you did the right thing asking this person to email you for meetings--can see how it would be frustrating tho

the absolute worst though are the hall monitors. i work with two hall monitors. you know the type of person this is! unless you are one i guess.

I work with one. This person, I kid you not and I have witnessed it with my own two eyes, has a spreadsheet with everyone on our floor and they note the time we come in and leave each day and the times we go to lunch. This person is not in any sort of managerial or supervisory role, not even close to it. People are weird.

damn, do they share it with anyone else?

what's his face requested the meeting with me through email and we met and sure enough there was nothing pressing. "you make it seem so easy" - that's because it is hon! don't make it complicated by being a bobble head. he's actually really nice just not .. the brightest. i totally told him to email me instead of chat me though.

meanwhile the thing that instigated him reaching out to me actually had another problem involving another person i had to deal with literally at the same time i was meeting with him. this one was actually pressing so i ended the call to take care of it. what a world. it's the middle of summer, why is anyone doing any of this shit? just put your goddamn records in a closet, no one cares.

"you make it seem so easy" - that's because it is hon! don't make it complicated by being a bobble head

I wish more people would understand this. Some things need to be complicated for sure. . . I mean I guess! But making things "easy" often means breaking work down into smaller chunks, which people have a hard time with

and being specific! people get wrapped up generalities so often. but here's the thing, much of the time people don't actually have anything specific that they need to accomplish, that they have a full grasp of. much of the time it's "well my director is concerned about x" or "x came up in a discussion today". and then talking with them about it becomes like fishing for something to do. please miss me with that bullshit.

nb there are people who are not like that at all. i get to meet with one tomorrow. if anything she overexplains what she needs to do and why. it's incredibly refreshing.

yep. some of these business world cliches type stuff actually work. . . like SMART goals etc

Our training managers decided to do our annual module updates this year and assigned them to our off-shore team. We also did a time study to shrink the length of some of the modules, which stayed with us.

Due to their brilliance, the managers didn't exclude the modules we were working on from the list given to offshore, so for weeks, apparently both groups were working on the same modules, occasionally reverting each other's changes or undoing them.

It's completely a death spiral right now. All we can do is laugh.

The challenge of navigating government agencies in my job is that the repressive agencies require urgency on the part of me/my clients, but in order to respond, it requires getting things from the slow departments. … the records people are great comparatively. Though several months back I had requested “all records from department x related to building B” … they sent me a handful of things. Last month, a different issue came up, and I requested “specific report A from 2018-2020 from the same department related to the same building” … they sent the records, but, I still don’t grasp why they didn’t include specific report A when I initially requested all relevant records.

because someone got tired of searching and figured it was good enough lol.

no one knows where anything is anymore. i've certainly given up in that department. i'm probably an outlier in that with bureaucratic and administrative efficiency and thoroughness i ... just don't give a fuck. sometimes i feel like i'm an enemy of the state or something because i love bending pointless rules and i will absolutely give someone special treatment if they're pleasant to me and show me that they also don't care that much. especially if they keep things positive and avoid getting upset about government ineptness and casting blame toward whatever party is convenient. "i know you're busy, i appreciate your time. i'm trying to find x, can i rack your brain about it for a minute." like i'm just a chill dude caught up in this bullshit against his will, if you're rude to me i will do everything in my power to not help you. idk not everyone is that way.

there is this woman in another department near retirement that i have to work with, kind of a secretary / paper-pusher. almost everyone who gets assigned to be a records officer is basically a glorified secretary. hell my whole field (librarianship / archives) is glorified secretary. i have noticed that a fair amount of the more hardcore records officers/secretaries really value accuracy and are good at spotting every mistake. what ideally one should be like in that role (i am not at all). anyway she sent me this giant list of records retention schedules to edit - formatted in single endless email lol. i eventually slogged through all of the edits. this is my least favorite task, pointing and clicking and typing for what feels like hours in our archival management system with a user interface from 1992, literally blasting my headphones with ms-dos beeps whenever i make a mistake. anyway several months later she comes back at me with an extremely officious email "once again requesting" that i close out a couple of retention schedules i had missed. "closing them out" just means adding a period to the date range so they disappear from the search interface of our website. these retention schedules on our website are basically a dense and uninhabited forest that sees visitation from a handful of people every year. i can guarantee you that she is the only person who would have ever noticed if those retention schedules were closed or not. and if someone else did notice them, they would be like "oh, old data." it is just there, or not there. it has no other effect at all on anyone or anything. it does not matter, carol. why is your email about me missing a few of these filled with blinding rage? and you are retiring in a year? jesus christ, you poor miserable soul. you don't have to do this shit any more if you don't want to! let it fucking go already.

she comes back at me with an extremely officious email

cc:ing my boss, i forgot to add, who brought it up at our weekly meeting (my boss has weekly meetings with everyone she manages, unlike literally everyone else at my job who holds monthly meetings with their underlings). yeah so my boss brings it up as a thing and i basically wrote a response in our meeting notes saying "this was very much not a big deal and it's a little annoying to me that we're talking about it at all" lol. still i got told that i should "implement checking mechanisms to make sure it doesn't happen next time." sure jan, for 26 dollars an hour i'm absolutely going to do that, wait i mean i will nod my head and then do nothing of the sort, go fuck your awful npc ass for eternity.

My supervisor recently requested that I change my email sig from "Word Janitor" to "Communications Specialist" because apparently an unnamed third party thought my self-description was "confusing".

librarianship / archives
I respect this so much

librarianship / archives
I respect this so much

darn you, ilx error! I will be respecting this twice in the archives.

because someone got tired of searching and figured it was good enough lol.

― five six seven, eight nine ten, begin (map), Wednesday, July 30, 2025 6:01 PM (yesterday

Lol that’s actually good to know tbh. The first request format I used was something my former co-worker had as a template and he insisted I use it.

And I made the 2nd request after thinking “no way would a mostly BIPOC queer nightclub not have passed annual fire inspections and still be allowed to operate! There have to be inspection reports!”

Manager: Today is a Stevie Nicks day for me!

Me: (to self) Why, because all you do is stand back?

Lol

Because they're coked to the eyeballs?

Because they look spiffy in their lace shawl?