Memos Tagged ‘At Work’


Aug112010

Work Abbreviations/Slang

What jack ass with a bow tie invented this shit? I hate abbreviations anyway despite the fact that some are very useful. Their is a large portion of them that are grossly uncessary. For instance, BBQ has the exact same amount of syllables as the word ‘barbeque’ thus saving you no time by abbreviating the word and therefore defeating the purpose. Now their are abbreviations specific to the office and emails…especially blackberrys. Two of the worst offenders are “tx” or “thx’ which is suppose to mean “thanks” and also “pls” for “please”. Seriously? It saves you fucking micro seconds to type the rest of the letters out. I’d feel like such a gay lord typing that in an e-mail.

Does anyone else have any other examples of this stupid office trend?




Jul162010

Social Characters: Workplace Phone Woman

We here at TCM love this series. It gives us a chance to channel our inner-Freud and try to understand some of the social characters we come in contact with in our daily lives. So far we’ve tackled the Douchebag, the Sorority Slores, the Out of Control Facebooker, and the One-Upper. Without further distraction, TCM is proud to present to you the Workplace Phone Woman.

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I don’t even have to explain what this is. If you have a job and have a set of ears/brain, you know exactly what I’m talking about. For those of you who don’t fit the above description, the Workplace Phone Girl is a woman at work that talks on the phone constantly about her personal life. She’s usually in earshot of where you sit, i.e. the next cube over, the office across the hall, etc., and has no problem talking about her personal life for hours upon hours of the work day.

I had one of these birds sit across from me two years ago. When I eventually moved to a new building, I left with knowing the exact status of her new home, why the kitchen fixtures didn’t match the dining room, why she doesn’t trust her husband’s judgment when it comes to picking out furniture, and why her new house ended up costing her more money than the estimate.

I’ve had similar run-ins with new and expecting moms. Now let me be clear: the act of childbirth is a cool thing and I have respect for women who put their bodies through all of that kind of stuff to produce a child; I just don’t want to hear about it at work all day. Another woman to the right of me went through the whole pregnancy thing about a year ago. I could stand her because she was cool, but I couldn’t stand the phenomenon called “the new mom’s club” that would come by her cube and discuss the status of their newborns for an hours length each day.

Another type of Workplace Phone Woman is the “social-fiend.” Closely related to the sorority slore, they make sure everyone knows how cool their life is and exactly what they are doing every night of the week by publicly making and announcing their plans at work on the phone.

Look ladies, I know you have shit to talk about with to your girlfriends and co-workers who care, but I’m not one of them. Use text messaging, email or some sort of un-intrusive communication device to talk about your new home, your upcoming wedding, your weekends plans, etc. because no one in the vicinity of where you work gives a shit.

Every time my desk is moved, I end up next to a Workplace Phone Woman of some sort and immediately I get sucked into her life because she can’t stop talking about it. Who knows, maybe this is my boss’s way of telling me she hates me, but I can’t confirm. I just know that I can’t stand this social character and that they need to be vanquished somehow.

If you have ideas, we’d certainly like to hear them.

A big shout to Wangman for providing the inspiration for this post. Yes ladies, his nickname is Wangman.




Jul72010

Passwords

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When I was in middle school I had a locker. It was the first time I had a password. I remember writing the 3-digit combination down and struggling to remember it whenever I had to go to my locker to grab a book, a coat, or my lunch.

Several years later, I had to add another layer of passwords to my knowledge. I signed up for AIM like the rest of the world and had a new password to remember. A few months afterwords, I got an email address. I had about 3-4 passwords to remember and I was fine with that.

I entered college several years after that and now had a college ID number, which was sort of like a password, a new email address/password in addition to other miscellaneous passwords that were needed for some apparent reason, i.e. mail box, front door password, ATM card, etc. My 3-4 passwords now jumped to about 6-8 – I could still handle it, but it was beginning to get ridiculous.

I graduated from school and got a job and began to build credit and wealth. My 6-8 passwords now grew to about 20+. Over the past 5 years, I’ve had to generate passwords for time card software, Microsoft Outlook, expense reporting and PeopleSoft, on-line credit card web sites, on-line banking, any site I ever visited and bought something from (about 20+ itself), DropBox, Fantasy Baseball/Football, etc.

Now there is a password for just about anything you can imagine. None are easy to remember or can be the same (according to the IT guru’s of the world). Personal passwords aren’t too bad, but work passwords suck because of all the encryption requirements. This brings me to a delightful story I have from a few months ago where I basically put in the wrong password and as a result I needed to have IT reopen the software for me. Here’s the basic synopsis of that conversation with IT:

Captain Polish: Hey, I’m locked out of Expense Expert.
IT: OK. What’s your password?
Captain Polish: Why?
IT: Well, we can just put your current password in and open the site for you.
Captain Polish: OK. Can I email it to you?
IT: Why don’t you just tell me. It’ll be faster.
Captain Polish: OK. It’s ahhh, it’s ummm, P00PM0NSTER.
IT: (snickering)
Captain Polish: Yes it’s P00PM0NSTER and all the O’s are zeros.
IT: OK. You should be all set.

What was I to do? I just watched Dogma a month earlier and used P00PM0NSTER for my password not knowing that one day I’d be required to provide it to the IT department. Now I’m the guy at work that has the fucked up passwords. Great.

The moral of the story kids is that no matter what you do, passwords are growing exponentially and you need to be prepared to make them easy, and not embarrassing, in order to remember them. This will allow you to continue to access your shit without having to hassle your workplace IT department thereby avoiding embarrassment.

P00PM0NSTER!




Jun302010

Random Thoughts Of The Day

Why bother dressing nice for work if your going to put on a disgusting old afghan sweater 30 minutes after arriving? For one, it’s fucking June. Two, this ain’t your basement…it’s a place of business. If your going to defy the dress code anyway, why take the time to temporarily look nice? Just come into work in pajama pants and get it over with.

sweater Random Thoughts Of The Day




Apr232010

Losing Weight

There is only one way to do it…eating good and exercising. Get over it. Put down the 8th slice of pizza and get your ass to the gym, show some goddamn will power. I’m so sick of people obsessed with finding the easy way out. Slim fast shakes that fill them up (I got news for you: multiple glasses of water do the same thing), pills that curb your appetite and all that other bullshit. Well a new phenomenon has swept through the female portion of my office, Chia Seeds.

Chia Losing Weight

From what I understand due to some quick googling is these beans are suppose to be prepared with your food if your cooking and contain healthy qualities and attributes. Ok, fair enough. The women in my office are referring to them as magic beans. They are under the impression that you swallow a few and they expand a bit in your stomach, thereby making you perpetually full. The worst part is, I’m being dead fucking serious.

This shit is crazy, just put the fucking fork down and buy one of this guys’ videos. Stop looking for the easy way out.




Apr82010

Shaving + Women At Work

Word of the wise, because sadly I’ve made this mistake more than once. I was in the process of growing a beard…soon to be of the civil war variety. I was a good 3 or so months into it and wanted to trim it down as I was beginning to look like a Jewish Rabbi in training. I had the clippers set to “5″ and (as you can imagine) had to clean out their hair quite frequently. When I did, I neglected to realize the clippers would be defaulted to a “1″ i.e. as close a shave as you can get. I than proceeded and next thing I knew, on the side of my face I could see flesh. The only way I could salvage it was to trim it into a lame ass goatee and sideburns.

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Part of the reason I decided to trim down was to soften the blow/gawkers at work.  I work in an office with mostly women that are over 40 and divorced, it made me realize something too. Any time I make a “drastic” change to my appearance by shaving or cutting my hair after letting it grow out a few months they feel the need to comment on it and let me know how they feel. They ‘ll tell me if they hated it and are glad I made the change or vice versa. Every time, it never fails. The men I work with never even acknowledge it, they pretend nothing has happened.

Yet another fundamental difference between men and women.




Mar102010

The Boogerman

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This is absolutely real and hanging in the elevator at my work. My co-worker, Doug was able to secure a copy for TCM publication. Although, it has been edited briefly to remove the other location of the alleged perpetrator. You should know the mail room employees are not the only ones accused. More simply put, I don’t want you to know where I work.

I’m not sure what is more disturbing…the fact that someone is so fed up that they are spitting and wiping boogers all over elevator cars (and it’s not Captain Polish) or that someone was so grossed out by it that they went back to their desk and created this “Wanted” sign and potentially formed a posse to hunt this mother fucker down.

I don’t really know if I understand what they were hoping to accomplish with this sign. Did they want to intimidate the culprit into stopping or better yet confessing? More likely one of these “Wanted” signs will end up with said mucus wiped all over it. Clearly the person won’t be caught in the act because they wouldn’t be stupid enough (I hope) to be spitting all over an elevator when it was filled with people.

Yup, I work in a pretty sweet place.




Dec142009

Tis The Season For The Raping Of Your Wallet

I love Christmas, but this year it’s getting ridiculous. Besides the normal gifts I buy for my family/friends my office has begun to spiral out of control. I have to pay money for food associated with our Christmas party…ok fair enough. I have to buy a present for the office grab bag, fine. I have to get a present for my supervisor,  ok well that is expected. The work unit I’m in, within my office only consists of two more people, last year they each got me small gifts and I felt like a douchebag for not having anything to give them. So I have to get them something. My 2 big bosses work on my floor too and everyone else gets them presents (most likely to kiss serious ass) and it makes me look like a bastard if I don’t get them anything. Now, my co-workers wants to take up a collection for the cleaning guy, theirs donations for charities people are sponsoring, catalogs of cookies and other bullshit parents bring in to sell for their kids. It never ends.

Not to mention the mall…especially around this time. The middle of the mall has all different kinds of organizations begging you for money. You come out of the exits to get your car and the Salvation Army person is there ringing his bell. You go to the movies and they hit you up to donate a dollar and put a star on the wall. No lie, I was in JC Pennys buying a belt the other day and paid with a credit card. The cashier asked me if I wanted to round up my bill to the next dollar and donate the rest to some charity. I’ve never heard of such a thing in my entire life.

christmas shoppers Tis The Season For The Raping Of Your Wallet

This needs to end. It’s starting to get way out of hand. People are much less inclined to be charitable when they are being harassed and having shit shoved in their face. Just chill the fuck out, people will give you money if they want. Not everyone has a heart as cold as Captain Yar. Don’t force people to “donate”.



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