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

And aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiistill goin strong, 5 hrs and cou-in'

oh she just hummed along with a melisma there.

abt an hour ago he came up and gave me a cd and told me to listen to his new demo. I'm hoping it's a COPY that I can just take home and not like the actual THING that I would have to listen to promptly and then talk to him about.

sigh.

his solos are crap.

GAAAH ok the horns on Midnight Hour are really keyboardy and fake, but that's nothing I can compliment him on.

him: "our version of midnight hour I think improves on the original. the old one is kinda slow, you know? ours is more modern"

You've got to play him the Jam's version, explain that it was done fully 20 years ago, then kick him in the nuts.

"GET me my money! That's all I care about, ok? Get up, find someone who can find me my money! I'm sick and tired of talking to you! You obviously aren't listening to a word I say! Not a word! Nobody is able to tell me where my money was, and to be frankly honest, I don't care for this whole process one bit....Get ME MY MONEY! I really hate this. Where is my money? Where did it all go? Haven't you ever heard of an electronic check? I have records of it! So where is IT??? Give me someone else. Give me someone else to talk to. I don't want to talk to you any more. I mean, I'm sorry but this isn't gonna cut it. I want my money NOW!"

I was half-expecting him to say SHOW me the money. OH, well.

It was all very gangsta-sounding, but that's probably just because of the special russian mafia double episode of Law & Order I watched last night.

*she has been very stupid all her life, now she's stupid and senile

**it's. just. 24. dollars. FERKRISAKE!

hee hee.

"If Dirty want his money,
Y'all should give him his money..."

This person I agreed to work for does all Web work through FrontPage. Has NO CONCEPT of the code behind pages or the fact that you don't have to do everything using FrontPage. Tells me that my problem for uploading files is that I have "not logged on to FrontPage." I patiently try and explain, over and over, that it HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH FRONTPAGE. He doesn't believe me.

Then, he suggests I try and "get a copy" of FrontPage off of a techie guy he knows who used to work for Microsoft. You see, this person who specializes in business is now asking me to obtain illegal copies of software for his convenience.

The ironing is delicious. I am this close to saying, next time he insists on FrontPage, if YOU KNOW SO MUCH about how this crapsh!t software works why did you HIRE ME?

I was asked to scan in and include full colour pics of the (incredibly unattractive) staff, and so I did (even though I tried to tactfully suggest this wasn't a good idea), but they came back complaining that all the photos looked really bad, blotchy and/or black and white. They looked perfectly fine on various machines I used and it then ocurred to me they were probably looking on a shitty old 16 colour monitor.

So I explained this to the so-called web design co. I was freelancing for and they simply said "make the photos better quality, the client isnt happy". WTF!??!?! They were already 256 colour good quality jpgs.

I rather wisely told them to shove theit freelance work up their arses not long after. The end client having no clue is one thing, but the design company also having no clue was a downright hoot.

They didn't understand why it's useful to upgrade for under $100 to FileMaker 6 because "we just upgraded three years ago."

No, I will not fix your computer.

The university system is totally fuX0red.

she is completely fucking unconscious to any human experience save her own. so blithely chucklingly STUPID that it's hard not to read it as coldhearted viciousness. [nb: she works the phones in the hr dept of the fiscally-haemhoragging laborbashing byzantine ratmaze of a public ed inst where i work]

"oh did you year about MY BIG CRISIS on friday? a man called threatening to kill himself! i mean, i guess he wanted his retirement money to go to his family. it's so funny though, we just had a workshop abt difficult customers and one of the things was someone threatening suicide, and i'm like 'no way, that never happens.' anyway, i guess someone from his office took him to the hospital. this job is so STRESSFUL sometimes, i don't know how i do it! okay, byee!!"

anyone know people like this? everything they say is like listening to someone else's unreliable narrator? let me laugh bitterly and relate this one: "i call my friend [whoever] AAALL the time, but it's their cell phone, and maybe they don't have it on a lot, or it's old and doesn't have caller id, but i have left SOOO many messages about, you know, lunch or something, and they haven't EVER gotten back to me! it's the wierdest thing!" CAN YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF NARCISSIZE OVER THE GNASHING OF MY TEETH YOU FUCKING CUNT?!?

I'm also being irritated by this guy who's over 60 and looks down on me because I'm less than a third his age. It's as if I'm not allowed to have an opinion simply because my brain hasn't deteriorated as much as his has. Bah.

You read it here first.

This fellow has a Master's degree and was NOT joking.