Summary: A position down in Northbrook has opened up, and I'm tempted ( Read more... )

My desk...is not a holder for your trash.
My desk is not a place for you to leave shit that someone else will probably not bother to pick up for three weeks.
I don't babysit luggage.
I am not the operator.
I did not write our security policies.
I  do not give a shit if the CEO is your "friend".

Thank you and have a nice day!,
your receptionist

Earlier this week, someone died at work.  Not just "One off my co-workers from work died," but "One of my co-workers fell over dead inside the building and his body was rolled right past my desk."  I have no concrete thoughts on this, just mild shock that a man--a man who was only in his 40s--could be talking with people one moment, on the floor a ( Read more... )

Names like Centnarowicz and Gryszkiewicz will yet break my brain.
I also wonder why on earth anyone would name their poor child Burden.

One person apparently drives a shevie cobot, but used to have a jepe.  Is it wrong that I am not surprised he works in the warehouse?

Also, why do so many people fill out forms...illegibly?  Or give me forms ( Read more... )