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...

tangential to the thread, but I was driving to lunch with coworkers the other day and we saw a punisher skull sticker on someone's vehicle but we couldn't figure out the color scheme. my coworker says "isn't that autism awareness puzzle pieces thing?"

I have no idea if that is what it was, but we were cracking up about an autism awareness punisher the rest of the way

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1171038443/thin-pink-line-punisher-skull-with

the punisher thing is such an appropriate icon for maga types - people who worship punishment afaict

As mentioned elsewhere I had a nasty bout of sciatica earlier in the year, which is nature's way of telling you that you're not young any more. It's nature's way of telling you that you had one chance to hike Greenland's arctic circle trail, and you had a go, but you'll never do that again. That even if you win the lottery you probably won't get to see Everest with your own eyes, unless you fly past it.

It also led to an uncomfortable anger-guilt-self-loathing-anger-irritation spiral. See, one of my co-workers is disabled. We do not talk about this. We do not mention it, and that suits her fine. And I suddenly realised why she doesn't like to talk about it. Obviously I knew on an intellectual level, but knowing something as a fact and knowing it as a feeling are two different things.

At first it's refreshing to have people say "why are you limping", "what's wrong", "are you in pain", "have you taken painkillers", "are you doing okay", "you look unsteady on your feet", "why are you walking like that".

But it quickly becomes wearing having to reply with "sciatica", "sciatica", "yes", "yes", "no", "that's not a question", "sciatica". Over and over again. But it's hard to dislike people who express genuine concern. And yet it's annoying to deal with this repeatedly. Sometimes it's best to nod and move on. To paraphrase someone famous, at least we can wave to each other. Or something. I don't remember the quote.

never liked my co-workers as much as the ones i have now. i love these people. but the gasligthing IT department can fuck off forever, imo.

Sorry to hear it, AP.

One of my coworkers has had a rough year. Had a torn muscle in her calf, and now she has a stress fracture in her foot, seemingly unrelated.

My mentee, a nice young man, was sorry to hear it and asked if she'd been running or something after recovering from the prior injury and I had to tell him, no, when you get to a certain age it just becomes more likely your body just does that.

"I picked up the newspaper wrong ..."

Sorry to hear it, AP.

One of my coworkers has had a rough year. Had a torn muscle in her calf, and now she has a stress fracture in her foot, seemingly unrelated.

My mentee, a nice young man, was sorry to hear it and asked if she'd been running or something after recovering from the prior injury and I had to tell him, no, when you get to a certain age it just becomes more likely your body just does that.

I am so confused by this outlook— “your body just starts breaking when you get older, it’s natural!” It actually isn’t!

i mean strains, pulls, aches, pains – sure. bones lose their density and will break easier... but they shouldn't just snap on their own!

The last time, he joined under his government name, revealing he was one of our contractors, and he was fired seconds later.

what the fucking fuck. was this contractor a 12 year old or something?!

as you get older it’s just more likely you’ll have some ailments! or more likely that you’ll have encountered a health issue that you have a small percentage of encountering per year, because you have more years under your belt.

I didn’t mean that in a “this happens to everyone” way but almost all of us are going to have some random medical outcome at some point and treating that as more normal than as a scary outlier is a decent outlook to have when we’re all here to support each other, imo

Table, the outliers are people who get past 50 and don’t have these problems. Maybe this is just my born female perspective because of the Big M, which I think I officially entered today. There are things you can take or do to reduce the side effects but … the older you get, the more you will have to do/take.

The friend I was finally going to get to hang out with today…. tore a calf ligament… 54.

I've basically turned into a janitor. I was elevated to a Training Manager temporarily this fall to supervise the supervisors of the classes. All was going well, and then the coordinator of the group got promoted, and the other 3 were so reliant on her that they fell apart.

Literally every question they get from the trainers, they turn around and ask me. They don't make any decisions.

They also randomly stopped doing one of the assignments last week. I gave up trying to push back because it was taking them so long to do things that I delegated to them that it was blowing back on me.

The temporary assignment ends next week and I've been told I may get another bonus for it but I've never understood how someone can just willfully abdicate responsibilities. I can't discipline them either because they don't even work for my company (they're a third party vendor)

(I meant janitor as in "clean up other's messes, but realize that was a poor choice of words. I'm sorry about that.)

A

Ooops, sorry— here's an actual post:

occasional climbing buddy and generally good guy gets job running youth programs for two of the company's gyms. Everyone thinks it will go great because the person who held the job before him was sort of checked out and working another job that she clearly cared about a lot more.

Fast forward four months: the guy is a complete disaster. Not only does he refuse to take advice from people who have worked for the company for 5+ years and have helped run youth programs, he also insists on reinventing the wheel and creating entirely new processes for every single element of the programming, most of which were fine before he came in. Finally, and this is the kicker— he is a terrible fucking coach!! We have lost two families who have pulled their kids out of the youth classes because their kids dislike him so much, and he spends an inordinate amount of time talking to the kids instead of *letting them climb,* which is the point of the whole thing.

Anytime he is approached with feedback or criticism, either from colleagues or parents, he gets defensive and angry. I've not only had to cover for him when he "forgot" he was coaching a class, but I've also had to field parental complaints about him at least once a week since he started.

Never have I worked with someone where my opinion of them personally is so inversely proportional to my opinion of them professionally. Nice guy, terrible at his fucking job! It's fucking nuts!!

I've noticed that almost nobody seems to be able to take feedback these days, similar to the friend you describe. We had someone try to rage quit because of a one sentence polite, constructive feedback.

I do wonder if people being online and subjected to criticism much more frequently and being anxious about mistakes being forever preserved in amber has caused people to also react angrily IRL by proxy due to the pressure they feel as a result. Granted i don't know anything about your friend to know if any of that would apply to them, but it does feel bizarrely difficult to give feedback in the workplace vs a decade ago.

Is there another position thos friend might be better suited to,do you think?

I think he would do super well as a coach for more advanced classes, like Team and Junior Team, which act as feeders toward USA Climbing Youth competitions and local circuit competitions as well. (One of our former team kids was in the Olympics last year, fwiw). The issue is that he is treating the youth classes, sometimes with kids as young as 7 in them, like they're part of this feeder program, but that isn't the way they work— they're supposed to be fun after-school classes for kids to learn to climb and gain confidence, and then the kids who are clearly talented and *interested* get funneled into the more advanced Team programs.

He also wears a ton of really horrible-smelling, aquatic-heavy cologne— like the scent stays in the room for an hour after he leaves it— and it drives me fucking crazy.

I think you might be right in your hypothesis, tho— people have become much less able to take criticism IRL. It's wild.

Honestly, part of the issue is also that I know I would do the job much better than he would, but I don't really want it, because while I love coaching kids, I am awful at interfacing with demanding parents, which explains why I am so pissed off at him, because I am one of the people that parents complain to when he fucks up!

Punisher skull tattoo complained about China trying to kill Americans with fentanyl this week AND about Trump's Secretary of War shit, the military-industrial complex and ICE raids. In summary, my co-worker is a land of contrasts.

We have a supervisor who refuses to learn where anything in the plant is so when we're short a body in the control room (radio base that sends people to fix stuff) she sends people on unnecessarily long walks and climbs when another person is already closer - or when the task isn't even their job. Which wouldn't be a problem but if anyone pipes up and says "that's a level 9 job, not a level 7 job and we have two level 9s currently looking at their phones so they're not occupied" she snaps at them. She gets rude with people on a regular basis for other things but that's less problematic for me than not knowing the job.

I can't imagine trying to supervise in this atmosphere with poor people skills - you have no real authority, we have a strong union (discipline-wise) and making all the mechanics dislike you means they work by the book and half as fast on your shifts.

So, I didn’t get the facility manager job I had applied for, which I mentioned either here or on another thread.

Right now, a team is giving the gym walls a much-needed repainting. The route setting team, which I am a part of, is helping with this on Tuesdays, our usual setting day… but in the meantime, walls that have already been painted are being reset on Mondays by two members of our gym’s team and some outsiders from other gyms.

One of the people from our team is the person who got facility manager position.

In essence, I just feel really unappreciated and like I can never catch a break, but if I express that I think the regular team should be setting in addition to helping paint, it comes across as angsty and childish. Like, we won’t be setting for most of this month, and we’re doing MORE painting in December. I just started as a setter!! Let me set and learn!!

Just feel like I am wasting my time, pondering quitting just to spite everyone.

Sorry if that’s hard to follow. TL;DR: the person who got the job I wanted and would be better at gets to have fun and continue to hone her skills while I am stuck painting and doing shit work that no one ever recognizes or cares about.

A co-worker got food poisoning and I rushed to the gym on the morning of my fucking birthday to open up, ffs. Just totally unappreciated

If you have experience painting walls, you can get a job at an art museum! Sad lol.

But yeah, I can totally relate to what you’re describing. In fact, 8 years ago, I was doing wall painting and maintenance while my colleagues were hanging out talking about how they had UK dual citizenship and upcoming European travel, and here I was doing manual labor that they didn’t feel any inclination to help with. So I felt like I was beneath them, and they saw me that way. But it was just in my head.

I actually find painting walls kinda meditative… I have had some major insights while painting walls.

If you have experience painting walls, you can get a job at an art museum! Sad lol.

I am guilty of taking a short video clip of some guys rolling white paint on to a wall at the NY MoMA which I sent to a friend who worked at an art museum with the caption "interesting performance piece in this installation!"

Forearm Punisher skull was talking about paid protesters in Chicago. They’re actually a traveling organization, like the Dead.

Shit's pretty calm at work finally but the one grifter I mentioned upthread continues to provide "innovations" nobody asked for that are useless.

There's a rollout of a new feature in one of our apps on Monday. This feature was documented in a 4 slide PowerPoint anybody can use. It's 5 minutes of information, tops.

This grifter took the PowerPoint, created a training module basically plagiarizing most of the PowerPoint but added a professional recorded 25 second audio file that just summarizes everything in the doc.

This module requires you to create an account on the website it's hosted on. She had to post an SOP on how to create an account in the email.

My friend and I ignored her stupid presentation and just gave everyone the PowerPoint instead. Which requires no account and no reading an SOP

i was able to successfully chance cubicle locations at my job without having to explain the real reason i wanted to move was because the person across from me was humming the melody to Suzanne Vega's "Tom's Diner" multiple times every goddamn day.

haha... sorry and congrats
my dad has been whistling the riff from Call Me Al for as long as I can remember!

get asked to supervise a last minute class starting tomorrow. wait all day for a roster that never comes. Unless something changes in 9 minutes, I leave at 6 ET without having sent anything or done any of the pre-work for tomorrow to be possible to start on time. enjoy, guys! not able or willing to sacrifice my night for you

A partner and I got assigned to update training modules to create versions specific to a new tool we rolled out.

I finished mine pretty quickly, but partner was quiet on his progress. Yesterday he tells me he 'finished', but I don't see that he did any editing.

I then realize he went into the review links and simply added comments telling people what changes needed to be made. He was supposed to actually author them himself - this was explicitly explained during our meeting. And he knows how to do it-he's done it before!

Not technically a coworker but:

Them: could you contact shared client about their ongoing issues ?
Me: I only have contact info for people who are no longer there. Could you give me new contact info?

Haven’t heard back in two days

This guy's not a co-worker exactly, but I need to bitch.

I emailed a publicist I know - someone whose clients I have written literally scores of articles about, had them on my podcast, reviewed albums, etc., etc. over the years - and asked for about a dozen email addresses for European jazz magazines that I was not familiar with but wanted to contact about reviewing my label's releases in 2026.

His response, in part:

"I feel really weird that you are asking for media contacts just for free. I have spent large amounts of money and time collecting these contacts...I mean I know you've written about a lot of my stuff over the years and paid me to promote your book but your ask feels kinda wild if I'm being honest."

I wound up searching for the email addresses myself, and found all but one easily enough. I was basically using him as a short cut. But I feel like given the smallness of the jazz world, this is a pretty fucked-up attitude on his part. I am not in competition with labels like Pi, Aum Fidelity, Clean Feed, We Jazz, etc., etc. We're all making records that are reaching a few hundred people worldwide, and I want all of us to be able to continue. But this guy seems to think that this publicly available information has resale value! Fuuuuuck that shit. I already have a database of about 500 writers and publications covering the kind of music I release, and if someone asked me for it, I would send it to them without hesitation, for free. If that explains why my label continues to be a money sink, then so be it. But I can't even imagine being that kind of person.

“Sorry if my request crossed a line. Turns out I was able to find the email addresses I was looking for on my own. I will be sure to only reach out when absolutely necessary going forward. Thank you.”

That was the politest way I could think of to phrase “thanks for nothing you fucking prick”

This guy is undoubtedly having to rationalize and defend the value of his labor quite frequently… especially considering the stuff we’ve discussed on the AI thread. Unless your coverage of his clients has been significantly negative, then his response is “kinda wild” … but there are some publicists I have dealt with who are, to use a Britishism, “fucking mental”

I'm curious how old he is, that sort of weird monetization-maximization things seems very millennial to me.

he views his job as a publicist to deliver the information from the clients to his cultivated list of contacts, and the list of contacts is a valuable asset in his mind. by asking for that directly, he thinks you're bypassing him in some way, as if you hailed a taxi and then asked if you could drive the car when they pull up to the curb

it's goofy because it's just a list of contact info but he seems to view that information as valuable. seems like less of a young person than an older person one, imo

worst case scenario, I could see someone receiving an unexpected email from you, and them questioning how you got their contact info and tracing it back to the publicist and being annoyed they broke some sort of confidence. but again, this is not really the way things work in modern times and you are looking for public contact information, not an editor's personal phone number or whatever

A dozen contacts gratis is a lot to ask of a freelancer colleague - you might’ve had better luck asking for the few you couldn’t find after searching. IMO the publicist was probably disappointed not to be given the opportunity to work on your 2026 releases with those European titles. If you value the professional relationship, apologise.

he should have just replied "five dollars for list @(venmo). thanks,"

Agree w/mh … re older person

FTR, this guy is a few years younger than me - mid-forties, I'd guess. And again, I wasn't asking for closely guarded information; I was basically using him as a short-cut to researching, say, the main editorial email address for Jazzthetik magazine in Germany (it's jazz @ jazzthetik dot de, in case you're curious) and a few others. He's a weird dude, hews to antiquated professional standards on a lot of things IMO and yet is surprisingly successful as a 21st century jazz publicist; his clients get covered often by outlets that usually ignore jazz. We're still friends and I'm sure I'll be covering his clients in 2026, I just found the whole exchange off-putting.

last Thursday, my boss tells me he has a last minute class he needs me to supervise. He gets me the custom schedule for it on Friday, and, as usual, he fucked it up. wrote it for entirely the wrong platform. instead of helping fix it, I had to rush-fix it in 30 minutes so the trainers would have something to use, so it was sloppily done.

Then he drops on me that there's a second class we didn't know about that I had to scramble to prep with 2 hours left in my day. my trainers and I get peppered with a litany of questions from frustrated trainees and their managers because of how last minute it was, none of which we can answer, so I ask our operations team and they're useless as fuck even though they're the ones who scheduled it.

"do you have a list of the trainees' pre-approved time off?"

"sure, here you go!"

*it's an excel doc that lists the number of days off, zero information on which days.

"what manager will this class be reporting to now that they're transferring divisions?"

"uh we don't know"

...............................

sometimes I think my colleagues are AI bots

My co-worker who passive-aggressively puts a question mark at the end of every declarative sentence drives me crazy:

Me: I can't recall, did you email me that file
Colleague: I sent it last week?

Me: Do you need that costing soon
Colleague: Yes?

lol i have a friend that does that, it drives me nuts

wait, does that come off as passive aggressive? because I sometimes do that if I'm not sure of something, like I would respond "I sent it last week?" if I'm like 80% sure I did send it last week. (I mean, usually I would just check my sent e-mail to confirm, but sometimes I'm in the middle of something and don't have time to check right at that moment). I guess doing it all the time is weird.

perhaps not everybody uses it in that way, but one person i know certainly does.

but this friend also feels that "K" is a hostile text which tbh I hate what texting has done to discourse lol

I always have to be careful about letting any passive-aggressiveness in my messages to my boss when I need him to follow-up on something for me, because he always copies and pastes what I write verbatim to those people without reading it first.

like...I'm not insulting anybody or saying horrible things, but man everybody gets frustrated now and then and sometimes that comes through in the message, that is supposed to be between us two. it'd be nice if I wasn't unintentionally writing for an audience when I tell him about an issue.

Silverfish otm … also if I am in a hurry/on a mobile, and typing “I am pretty sure that…” takes significantly longer than just the “?” response