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

yeah I fuckin know alright, that's me

lol. targets are the blanket that covers the gaping hole of meaninglessness.

that one dude answerable for the random meaningless target

Would it be reading too much into it to think that it's a total dick move for a coworker to spell my name in lowercase in a short message to my supervisor where I've been copied in, and several other pronouns have been capitalised correctly, and I've only been copied in because he's asking my supervisor to approve changes to a document, and wants me to make those changes? This guy is an ignorant, weird noise making, lazy talking, sexist, conservative, racist, angry swearing, lame joke making, forced laughing, whinging manbaby so I'm thinking dick move.

I mean is disrespectful pass-agg lowercase naming a thing or am I just paranoid?

For my own sanity, I generally assume these things are honest mistakes.

Also assuming your boss is reasonably intelligent they noticed and know it was at the least careless and at the worst a total dick move that reflects poorly on the sender, by you, either way.

I'm reading too much into yr post tbph

was working with an IT guy on a project that was meant to be completed yesterday. 3/4 of the way through the left for the day without any warning leaving me unable to proceed. he did similarly last week when be sent an email suggesting that something i had delivered required additional attention (turned out not to be the case which he later stated) then immediately left for the weekend without notice again abandoning a task halfway to completion.

i don't know whether to be pissed or to admire his advanced indifference

the main guy i work with does the exact same thing. it's friday at 11am. he emails me something, and within 30 seconds i email him back with an extremely simple question (like what is so-and-so's contact info or whatevever). monday afternoon, he emails me back with the answer.

Working with a small team to get an inquiry form places on relevant website pages to separate their inquiries from sales lead-generation stuff.

ME: OK, here's the form draft on the test tier, please test and make sure it's OK.
PERSON 1: I don't see the notifications in the test mailbox.
ME: They aren't going there, they should be in [team mailbox].
PERSON 1: Oh, OK. Meanwhile, why does the form on this page [on test tier] look different from these three [on live tier].
IT PERSON: Those last three are live. Only your first link shows what the news pages will look like. The new form will not have the dropdown that that form does.
PERSON 1: Oh, OK, I see.
PERSON 1'S SUPERVISOR: Hey can we change the dropdown on these three [live] pages to say X,Y and Z instead of what's there?
ME: JESUS CHRIST I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU ALL

wrote a blog post about editorial judgement when working at pace - the main thrust was "after the style guide and user research, have a reason for why you did something which you could explain if someone questioned it". colleague who is now "blog editor" probably because he can't actually do the non-blog work we are paid to do, mails it back with loads of suggested edits and added in text, like the worst type of editing possible from a person who's never edited anything in their life, changed words for no reason etc.

so glad i am leaving this department, i accept that people have diff skills but the last few months in my current role has just been this awful streamlining of everyone's tasks that completely ignores strengths and weaknesses. i mean it goes as far as being unable to get more work in a week's "sprint" because the system is set-up for people to plod through the average amount or less. prob the most affable boss i've ever had but ultimately a frustrating environment as a result.

you're leaving in 2.5 weeks. now is not the time to start rewriting code that i will have to support when you're gone.

especially don't 'optimise' the code that i told you was delicate and not specced anywhere (the designers and original coders have all left) in a way that breaks the acceptance tests and wastes an afternoon.

just leave it. spend that last couple of weeks documenting your stuff.

pretty sure my constantly-whispering-to-self coworker is maybe a month away from writing a manifesto

what does she whisper?

http://i.ytimg.com/vi/YxcwkJbC558/hqdefault.jpg

it's a he and he whispers quiet rants to customers as he's typing friendly emails to them, or quietly ranting to his wife after he gets off a phone call with her

he is nice to me but all i picture is what he says to himself about me when i leave

dude is majorly unbalanced & perma-angry. even a friendly greeting is loud & intense

"is it really possible that we don't as yet have a thread about DAVID LYNCH'S DUNE?"

, he said, in an angry whisper

and can i just

this guy badmouths his wife to anyone who will listen (me not included, i have made it clear that he can keep that shit to himself). i have never met her but i feel a weird protective kinship because FUCK this guy for real

yeah, the guy i sit next to starts every other story with "if you ever get married, here's what's gonna happen..."

"what's gonna happen" is inevitably a series of terrible things

he had a long rant yesterday about the *way* she asks him for help

._.

That sort of reminds me of the security guard we had who would complain about his child support payments ALL THE TIME. I am not feeling any sympathy for you, dude.

LOL I knew what PhilDs simpsons gif was gonna be before i clicked on it :D

i hope i never get as dug in inside my own head-bunker as this guy, like he is literally coming to work in a mental foxhole

Someone I have to run a draft of a PRINTED MAGAZINE, ON PAPER, which they know it is, as they have been doing this for years, sent back the "correction" that the hyperlinks weren't clickable

I don't even I mean how do I begin to what the fuck is this?

Maybe they're like Salieri in Amadeus, they can just pick up a sheet and see the links get clicked in their head.

had no MEETINGS in my life two years ago.

since the 'joint venture,' meetings WHICH HAVE NOTHING FOR ME up the ass.

tbf, any meeting that DID have something for me up the ass is still not one I'd be wanting to attend

On a similar kick to VGs muttering workmate, the guy opposite me (who is actually a v close friend outside of work - I got him the job here) has these weird tics I've never noticed in my 15 years of knowing the guy.

He constantly makes water-drop "poik!" noises with his mouth, and blows raspberries, and sighs and sniffs... and today, he has taken to *growling like an angry dog". I'm... more than a little perturbed.

like not "grrrr" like you'd do expressing distaste, actually making doglike grrrwwlllll sounds. WTF dude.

Said workmate has just put a customer on hold mid-support-call to answer his personal mobile and have achat to his wife about dog surgery. WTF.

maybe he's having the growls surgically removed from himself and inserted back into his dog?

lol

Two people in this office are on a conference call which the rest of us aren't on, so the rest of us are listening to approx 40% of a conversation, in stereo, at extra speaking-down-microphone-obliviously-while-wearing-headphones volume

xps oh lordy @ Trayce's coworker (yes, I have outed myself as posting to a thread without reading it)

Trayce's co-worker:

http://i.imgur.com/I2oXi1G.jpg

Conversations with my co-worker require so much set-up that I feel like I have to establish that we are employees in a law firm, working on litigation.

One simple question -- Should I make Document X part of Exhibit 8? -- took over 10 fucking minutes to slog through.

I established early on that we were talking about Exhibit 8. I had Exhibit 8 displayed on my monitor. After SO MUCH TALKING I said, again, "What I'm asking is, should Document X be part of the exhibit?"

He said, "What exhibit?"

was just in the bathroom, empty except for me. dude comes in, walks past the two unused urinals, proceeds to piss in a stall, door open, with the seat down. thanks, dirtbag

"Exhibit 8 - the one we have been talking about. Should this document be part of that exhibit?"

"Uh, well -- I don't understand what you're asking."

I swear to God I'm not exaggerating or making this up.

xp sorry I might stop posting soon

"hey, there's an opportunity to make a men's restroom even nastier. i should act on that."

je55e i'm going to make an executive call and just advise that document X should be part of Exhibit 8. if someone complains just say that earlier this morning you heard notice of an executive call saying that it was ok.

I feel like I have to establish that we are employees in a law firm, working on litigation.

I recognize this surreal feeling. I'm at school, but our lab has no lab manager and lots of undergrads helping out, so the grad students do a lot of admin and managing people's work. The worst offender is a fellow grad student who has been in a lab an entire year. Next time she says 'I'm confused right now' I might start with 'We are grad students, running a lab'.

Backing Karl here, good call imo

the state of toilets in offices really is a damning indictment of human behaviour

I honestly thought he was fucking with me when he said "Which exhibit?" I thought he was joking. It was hard not to get exasperated and whiny.

Karl, when things got really fucking stupid I said, You know, I think it makes more sense to just make it a separate exhibit, but I still had to finish explaining what we had been talking about THE WHOLE TIME.

FUCK what a way to start the day. Looking forward to the actually complicated discussion we have to have soon.

Thanks, thread, for letting me blow off steam.

who the fuck stands up and pisses into a toilet that has the seat down? for fuck's sake, you can kick it upright with your foot if you really have to.

we have a thread where all u inaccurate pissing worriers are wrong on this already

then again, I did that once and it failed to stay up, I leaned down quickly to catch it with my hand so there wouldn't be a huge CLUNK noise, and the seat somehow hit me in the dick

I am the world's most coordinated man, though

naccurate pissing worriers

NO ONE CAN DEFY THE LAWS OF PHYSICS
(except for j.c., RIP)
there's gonna be splashback unless your piss has superpowers