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Do you have a store that is located at a place called 11/24?I sent an email to a store at work about a project that is coming up for them. In the email, I wrote "Please have someone at the store on 11/24 at 9AM for the upgrade." Manager replied back, "9AM when? A day would be nice."
My bad. Next time I'll try to be more clear.
We do not. I tried to reread my sentence multiple times to see if I could figure out a way that it may confuse someone, but it seems pretty straight to the point.Do you have a store that is located at a place called 11/24?I sent an email to a store at work about a project that is coming up for them. In the email, I wrote "Please have someone at the store on 11/24 at 9AM for the upgrade." Manager replied back, "9AM when? A day would be nice."
My bad. Next time I'll try to be more clear.
I don't see any option but to reply back with no new text, just highlight the date in your original email and make it look something like 11/24We do not. I tried to reread my sentence multiple times to see if I could figure out a way that it may confuse someone, but it seems pretty straight to the point.Do you have a store that is located at a place called 11/24?I sent an email to a store at work about a project that is coming up for them. In the email, I wrote "Please have someone at the store on 11/24 at 9AM for the upgrade." Manager replied back, "9AM when? A day would be nice."
My bad. Next time I'll try to be more clear.
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monday.I don't see any option but to reply back with no new text, just highlight the date in your original email and make it look something like 11/24We do not. I tried to reread my sentence multiple times to see if I could figure out a way that it may confuse someone, but it seems pretty straight to the point.Do you have a store that is located at a place called 11/24?I sent an email to a store at work about a project that is coming up for them. In the email, I wrote "Please have someone at the store on 11/24 at 9AM for the upgrade." Manager replied back, "9AM when? A day would be nice."
My bad. Next time I'll try to be more clear.
Holy crap, I can't make this stuff up. Today, I sent out another email that said "Please have someone at the store on 11/25 at 9AM for the upgrade." And the response was "What time on 11/25?"I sent an email to a store at work about a project that is coming up for them. In the email, I wrote "Please have someone at the store on 11/24 at 9AM for the upgrade." Manager replied back, "9AM when? A day would be nice."
My bad. Next time I'll try to be more clear.
Man they hire idiots there...Holy crap, I can't make this stuff up. Today, I sent out another email that said "Please have someone at the store on 11/25 at 9AM for the upgrade." And the response was "What time on 11/25?"I sent an email to a store at work about a project that is coming up for them. In the email, I wrote "Please have someone at the store on 11/24 at 9AM for the upgrade." Manager replied back, "9AM when? A day would be nice."
My bad. Next time I'll try to be more clear.
He's F'ing with youHoly crap, I can't make this stuff up. Today, I sent out another email that said "Please have someone at the store on 11/25 at 9AM for the upgrade." And the response was "What time on 11/25?"I sent an email to a store at work about a project that is coming up for them. In the email, I wrote "Please have someone at the store on 11/24 at 9AM for the upgrade." Manager replied back, "9AM when? A day would be nice."
My bad. Next time I'll try to be more clear.
This is true. They hired me.Man they hire idiots there...Holy crap, I can't make this stuff up. Today, I sent out another email that said "Please have someone at the store on 11/25 at 9AM for the upgrade." And the response was "What time on 11/25?"I sent an email to a store at work about a project that is coming up for them. In the email, I wrote "Please have someone at the store on 11/24 at 9AM for the upgrade." Manager replied back, "9AM when? A day would be nice."
My bad. Next time I'll try to be more clear.
It's a she. And they are not the same person.He's F'ing with youHoly crap, I can't make this stuff up. Today, I sent out another email that said "Please have someone at the store on 11/25 at 9AM for the upgrade." And the response was "What time on 11/25?"I sent an email to a store at work about a project that is coming up for them. In the email, I wrote "Please have someone at the store on 11/24 at 9AM for the upgrade." Manager replied back, "9AM when? A day would be nice."
My bad. Next time I'll try to be more clear.
I agree...He's F'ing with youHoly crap, I can't make this stuff up. Today, I sent out another email that said "Please have someone at the store on 11/25 at 9AM for the upgrade." And the response was "What time on 11/25?"I sent an email to a store at work about a project that is coming up for them. In the email, I wrote "Please have someone at the store on 11/24 at 9AM for the upgrade." Manager replied back, "9AM when? A day would be nice."
My bad. Next time I'll try to be more clear.
It'll work itself out. Space Cadet is teetering on the fence right now amidst her 3-month "evaluation" period. I was with this company from 1999-2008 with a little 1.5 year break in the middle. We'll go from 10ish employees to 30 in the next 3-4 years and I'm well-positioned. I won't let a little office politics get in my way.
Great job negotiating your return. To continue your analogy, you seem to be Neville Chamberlain.Oh joy, looks like I may be posting in here quite a bit for the next couple of months. <_<
2 weeks before moving back to Cali to take my old job...
Text from buddy/co-worker (Principal at company): Dude, just set up your office overlooking Catalina Island
Me: Awesome, is that old office or new??? (knew we were moving to new location soon)
Buddy: Old, we haven't space planned new office.
Me: Cool
Buddy, about 4 hours later: Uhhh my bad, no office for you. Person-X (also Principal, who I report to) wants you out with the project managers so you can collaborate.
Me: <_< whatev
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Fast forward to first couple weeks back at the company (was here 1999-2008ish, with a private office... essentially took old job back).... But now I'm in a basic cube thingy, separated by 4-5 foot file cabinets from the other two PMs who share cubes right next to each other... collaboration? None, unless you count the new PM asking me incoherent questions every couple of hours or stopping by my cube to talk about her family. Oh God make it stop.
And, the kicker? I'm staring straight through the office I was supposed to get, which is completely empty. There are 3 totally empty offices, but the Nazi Principal doesn't want them to be occupied. Why? Because the third PM, who is essentially her #####, has been pining for an office for 2-3 years now. So if SHE can't get an office, why does niraD get one? I see the point, but not my problem.
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Fast forward a few more weeks, and I tell my buddy that it's stupid that I'm not in an office. I have a huge printer behind me that everyone uses, so being on the phone is problematic. Plus the annoying new PM peppers me with questions that I rarely have any clue what the eff she's talking about. He finally gets with the President and Nazi and they agree to give me the office. :IBTL:
Result? The catty little other PM whines to Nazi about it and SHE gets that office and they plug me and the annoying new PM into a 2-desk office down the hall. Great.
Oh, and it's been a week, and the broad still hasn't moved her crap into the office. Yeah guess it was real important for you to get your way sweetie.
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Yeah I know, cool story bro... who cares.
Sorry, had to vent to strangers. Now I get to listen to and manage this space cadet with zero privacy... which is all I really wanted.
Oh office politics how I loathe you.
Great job negotiating your return. To continue your analogy, you seem to be Neville Chamberlain.Oh joy, looks like I may be posting in here quite a bit for the next couple of months. <_<
2 weeks before moving back to Cali to take my old job...
Text from buddy/co-worker (Principal at company): Dude, just set up your office overlooking Catalina Island
Me: Awesome, is that old office or new??? (knew we were moving to new location soon)
Buddy: Old, we haven't space planned new office.
Me: Cool
Buddy, about 4 hours later: Uhhh my bad, no office for you. Person-X (also Principal, who I report to) wants you out with the project managers so you can collaborate.
Me: <_< whatev
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Fast forward to first couple weeks back at the company (was here 1999-2008ish, with a private office... essentially took old job back).... But now I'm in a basic cube thingy, separated by 4-5 foot file cabinets from the other two PMs who share cubes right next to each other... collaboration? None, unless you count the new PM asking me incoherent questions every couple of hours or stopping by my cube to talk about her family. Oh God make it stop.
And, the kicker? I'm staring straight through the office I was supposed to get, which is completely empty. There are 3 totally empty offices, but the Nazi Principal doesn't want them to be occupied. Why? Because the third PM, who is essentially her #####, has been pining for an office for 2-3 years now. So if SHE can't get an office, why does niraD get one? I see the point, but not my problem.
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Fast forward a few more weeks, and I tell my buddy that it's stupid that I'm not in an office. I have a huge printer behind me that everyone uses, so being on the phone is problematic. Plus the annoying new PM peppers me with questions that I rarely have any clue what the eff she's talking about. He finally gets with the President and Nazi and they agree to give me the office. :IBTL:
Result? The catty little other PM whines to Nazi about it and SHE gets that office and they plug me and the annoying new PM into a 2-desk office down the hall. Great.
Oh, and it's been a week, and the broad still hasn't moved her crap into the office. Yeah guess it was real important for you to get your way sweetie.
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Yeah I know, cool story bro... who cares.
Sorry, had to vent to strangers. Now I get to listen to and manage this space cadet with zero privacy... which is all I really wanted.
Oh office politics how I loathe you.
When I left in 2006 (worked remotely '06-08) I had an office, but was "under" a different principal. I fully assumed having an office would be a no-brainer, especially with the company going to a virtual skeleton crew when the real estate market took a huge dump. Never even considered it as a negotiation element.
8am??I agree...He's F'ing with youHoly crap, I can't make this stuff up. Today, I sent out another email that said "Please have someone at the store on 11/25 at 9AM for the upgrade." And the response was "What time on 11/25?"I sent an email to a store at work about a project that is coming up for them. In the email, I wrote "Please have someone at the store on 11/24 at 9AM for the upgrade." Manager replied back, "9AM when? A day would be nice."
My bad. Next time I'll try to be more clear.
Send him back the time in a math equation.
"If train A and train B are located 120 miles apart and leave their respective stations at 7am traveling 60mph, the time they intersect is the time I will be there."
Oh joy, looks like I may be posting in here quite a bit for the next couple of months. <_<
2 weeks before moving back to Cali to take my old job...
Text from buddy/co-worker (Principal at company): Dude, just set up your office overlooking Catalina Island
Me: Awesome, is that old office or new??? (knew we were moving to new location soon)
Buddy: Old, we haven't space planned new office.
Me: Cool
Buddy, about 4 hours later: Uhhh my bad, no office for you. Person-X (also Principal, who I report to) wants you out with the project managers so you can collaborate.
Me: <_< whatev
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Fast forward to first couple weeks back at the company (was here 1999-2008ish, with a private office... essentially took old job back).... But now I'm in a basic cube thingy, separated by 4-5 foot file cabinets from the other two PMs who share cubes right next to each other... collaboration? None, unless you count the new PM asking me incoherent questions every couple of hours or stopping by my cube to talk about her family. Oh God make it stop.
And, the kicker? I'm staring straight through the office I was supposed to get, which is completely empty. There are 3 totally empty offices, but the Nazi Principal doesn't want them to be occupied. Why? Because the third PM, who is essentially her #####, has been pining for an office for 2-3 years now. So if SHE can't get an office, why does niraD get one? I see the point, but not my problem.
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Fast forward a few more weeks, and I tell my buddy that it's stupid that I'm not in an office. I have a huge printer behind me that everyone uses, so being on the phone is problematic. Plus the annoying new PM peppers me with questions that I rarely have any clue what the eff she's talking about. He finally gets with the President and Nazi and they agree to give me the office. :IBTL:
Result? The catty little other PM whines to Nazi about it and SHE gets that office and they plug me and the annoying new PM into a 2-desk office down the hall. Great.
Oh, and it's been a week, and the broad still hasn't moved her crap into the office. Yeah guess it was real important for you to get your way sweetie.
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Yeah I know, cool story bro... who cares.
Sorry, had to vent to strangers. Now I get to listen to and manage this space cadet with zero privacy... which is all I really wanted.
Oh office politics how I loathe you.
My mom dated a guy (after my parents divorced) that did this ALL THE TIME. One time we were all waiting in line to get into the movies. He started practicing his swing because he could see his reflection in a plate glass window...of a busy restaurant. The people inside the restaurant were looking at him like he was a lunatic. 
It doesn't happen by accident
Guy had like a 3 handicap though
It's time to sack up Johnny. People only do this to you if you let them.Great job negotiating your return. To continue your analogy, you seem to be Neville Chamberlain.Oh joy, looks like I may be posting in here quite a bit for the next couple of months. <_<
2 weeks before moving back to Cali to take my old job...
Text from buddy/co-worker (Principal at company): Dude, just set up your office overlooking Catalina Island
Me: Awesome, is that old office or new??? (knew we were moving to new location soon)
Buddy: Old, we haven't space planned new office.
Me: Cool
Buddy, about 4 hours later: Uhhh my bad, no office for you. Person-X (also Principal, who I report to) wants you out with the project managers so you can collaborate.
Me: <_< whatev
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Fast forward to first couple weeks back at the company (was here 1999-2008ish, with a private office... essentially took old job back).... But now I'm in a basic cube thingy, separated by 4-5 foot file cabinets from the other two PMs who share cubes right next to each other... collaboration? None, unless you count the new PM asking me incoherent questions every couple of hours or stopping by my cube to talk about her family. Oh God make it stop.
And, the kicker? I'm staring straight through the office I was supposed to get, which is completely empty. There are 3 totally empty offices, but the Nazi Principal doesn't want them to be occupied. Why? Because the third PM, who is essentially her #####, has been pining for an office for 2-3 years now. So if SHE can't get an office, why does niraD get one? I see the point, but not my problem.
----------------
Fast forward a few more weeks, and I tell my buddy that it's stupid that I'm not in an office. I have a huge printer behind me that everyone uses, so being on the phone is problematic. Plus the annoying new PM peppers me with questions that I rarely have any clue what the eff she's talking about. He finally gets with the President and Nazi and they agree to give me the office. :IBTL:
Result? The catty little other PM whines to Nazi about it and SHE gets that office and they plug me and the annoying new PM into a 2-desk office down the hall. Great.
Oh, and it's been a week, and the broad still hasn't moved her crap into the office. Yeah guess it was real important for you to get your way sweetie.
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Yeah I know, cool story bro... who cares.
Sorry, had to vent to strangers. Now I get to listen to and manage this space cadet with zero privacy... which is all I really wanted.
Oh office politics how I loathe you.
Never expected office politics (Nazi principal didn't want my "contemporary" to whine about me getting an office) here.
We were supposed to move to a new space Jan. 1 -- so didn't concern myself with it too much.... that is, until that schedule got pushed out to February. Now they know that I am deserving of a private office so I don't have to put up with the Space Cadet.... speaking of:
Got trapped in a 10ish minute diatribe about her cousin, who's a writer, and how the Italian historians in New York just love his work and how she loaned him an encylopedia one time, and then her dad left her mom with the whole set - minus one volume - so she wouldn't be able to sell it as a complete set after their divorce and (breath) how her cousin is now a screenwriter and and and.... you get the idea. I almost pretended to get a call on my cell to shut her up.
If he bothers you, I'll take care of him. What you've got to do is cut the hamstring on the back of his leg right at the bottom. He'll never play fake golf swing again, because his weight displacement goes back, all his weight is on his right foot, and he'll push everything off to the right. He'll never come through on anything. He'll quit the game.Fat Nick said:
I bet that guy's whole identity revolved around golf. You know who I bet doesn't air-swing in public in random places? Any pro golfer ever. I really doubt Tiger and Phil do this.Officer Pete Malloy said:Fat Nick said:
Guy had like a 3 handicap though
I have a good buddy that works from home. Told us a story of how he laid a massive fart while on a conference call and forgot to mute. Someone was talking while he did it and they just went silent for about 10 seconds. Huge blowout followed by awkward silence. Awesome.
I've NEVER understood people who take phones into work restrooms while on calls. Especially if they're actually speaking. If I'm in a stall and I hear someone come in on a call, I'll strain till I pop blood vessels to rip one out while they're on the phone.
She got canned. More so due to performance or lack thereof but the "culture mis-fit" was part of it too. Whew, thank God.sublimeone said:It's time to sack up Johnny. People only do this to you if you let them.Great job negotiating your return. To continue your analogy, you seem to be Neville Chamberlain.Oh joy, looks like I may be posting in here quite a bit for the next couple of months. <_<
2 weeks before moving back to Cali to take my old job...
Text from buddy/co-worker (Principal at company): Dude, just set up your office overlooking Catalina Island
Me: Awesome, is that old office or new??? (knew we were moving to new location soon)
Buddy: Old, we haven't space planned new office.
Me: Cool
Buddy, about 4 hours later: Uhhh my bad, no office for you. Person-X (also Principal, who I report to) wants you out with the project managers so you can collaborate.
Me: <_< whatev
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Fast forward to first couple weeks back at the company (was here 1999-2008ish, with a private office... essentially took old job back).... But now I'm in a basic cube thingy, separated by 4-5 foot file cabinets from the other two PMs who share cubes right next to each other... collaboration? None, unless you count the new PM asking me incoherent questions every couple of hours or stopping by my cube to talk about her family. Oh God make it stop.
And, the kicker? I'm staring straight through the office I was supposed to get, which is completely empty. There are 3 totally empty offices, but the Nazi Principal doesn't want them to be occupied. Why? Because the third PM, who is essentially her #####, has been pining for an office for 2-3 years now. So if SHE can't get an office, why does niraD get one? I see the point, but not my problem.
----------------
Fast forward a few more weeks, and I tell my buddy that it's stupid that I'm not in an office. I have a huge printer behind me that everyone uses, so being on the phone is problematic. Plus the annoying new PM peppers me with questions that I rarely have any clue what the eff she's talking about. He finally gets with the President and Nazi and they agree to give me the office. :IBTL:
Result? The catty little other PM whines to Nazi about it and SHE gets that office and they plug me and the annoying new PM into a 2-desk office down the hall. Great.
Oh, and it's been a week, and the broad still hasn't moved her crap into the office. Yeah guess it was real important for you to get your way sweetie.
----------------
Yeah I know, cool story bro... who cares.
Sorry, had to vent to strangers. Now I get to listen to and manage this space cadet with zero privacy... which is all I really wanted.
Oh office politics how I loathe you.
Never expected office politics (Nazi principal didn't want my "contemporary" to whine about me getting an office) here.
We were supposed to move to a new space Jan. 1 -- so didn't concern myself with it too much.... that is, until that schedule got pushed out to February. Now they know that I am deserving of a private office so I don't have to put up with the Space Cadet.... speaking of:
Got trapped in a 10ish minute diatribe about her cousin, who's a writer, and how the Italian historians in New York just love his work and how she loaned him an encylopedia one time, and then her dad left her mom with the whole set - minus one volume - so she wouldn't be able to sell it as a complete set after their divorce and (breath) how her cousin is now a screenwriter and and and.... you get the idea. I almost pretended to get a call on my cell to shut her up.
He also played a mean game of pool. Funny though...I never saw him practice his masse while waiting for a table to open up at Hungry Tiger.I bet that guy's whole identity revolved around golf. You know who I bet doesn't air-swing in public in random places? Any pro golfer ever. I really doubt Tiger and Phil do this.Officer Pete Malloy said:Fat Nick said:
Guy had like a 3 handicap though
Officer Pete Malloy said:
Guy had like a 3 handicap though
Guess he was good with shafts and balls and putting things in holes...NTTAWWT
He sounds like an accomplished c0cksman.Officer Pete Malloy said:
Guy had like a 3 handicap thoughGuess he was good with shafts and balls and putting things in holes...NTTAWWT
