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Feb. 27th, 2002
And once again, idiots...
Feb. 27th, 2002 02:21 pmTwit, (same one that managed to f-up her computer last week), managed to break the new headphones she was give for transscription work. This was after she bitched they were too short, (no, they go around the back of the head, not the top.) And of course, she complains to me. If she breaks another pair, I tell her to bring her own, as she can't be trusted with our equipment. (Shakes head)
Not to mention wonder-child, who thinks his shit doesn't stink and manages to be the biggest pain in the arse on *everything*. And gets away with shit because he used to boink someone else here. Can't see how that arrogant little twit could be that good of a lay for someone to ignore his otherwise shitty personality. Not to mention he has a "help himself" attitude to things and supplies in my office, and gets snitty if you ask him what he needs it for, or ask him to sign it out like every other piece of equipment in the bloody lab. Add to that the fact he thinks he knows more about computers than he does. And wants to sell his used series III iMac for $600, (you can get a new one for $700!), and is pissed because I won't buy it.
Jerk. Don't even know why he's here, he does *nothing* constructive at all.
Not to mention wonder-child, who thinks his shit doesn't stink and manages to be the biggest pain in the arse on *everything*. And gets away with shit because he used to boink someone else here. Can't see how that arrogant little twit could be that good of a lay for someone to ignore his otherwise shitty personality. Not to mention he has a "help himself" attitude to things and supplies in my office, and gets snitty if you ask him what he needs it for, or ask him to sign it out like every other piece of equipment in the bloody lab. Add to that the fact he thinks he knows more about computers than he does. And wants to sell his used series III iMac for $600, (you can get a new one for $700!), and is pissed because I won't buy it.
Jerk. Don't even know why he's here, he does *nothing* constructive at all.
And once again, idiots...
Feb. 27th, 2002 02:21 pmTwit, (same one that managed to f-up her computer last week), managed to break the new headphones she was give for transscription work. This was after she bitched they were too short, (no, they go around the back of the head, not the top.) And of course, she complains to me. If she breaks another pair, I tell her to bring her own, as she can't be trusted with our equipment. (Shakes head)
Not to mention wonder-child, who thinks his shit doesn't stink and manages to be the biggest pain in the arse on *everything*. And gets away with shit because he used to boink someone else here. Can't see how that arrogant little twit could be that good of a lay for someone to ignore his otherwise shitty personality. Not to mention he has a "help himself" attitude to things and supplies in my office, and gets snitty if you ask him what he needs it for, or ask him to sign it out like every other piece of equipment in the bloody lab. Add to that the fact he thinks he knows more about computers than he does. And wants to sell his used series III iMac for $600, (you can get a new one for $700!), and is pissed because I won't buy it.
Jerk. Don't even know why he's here, he does *nothing* constructive at all.
Not to mention wonder-child, who thinks his shit doesn't stink and manages to be the biggest pain in the arse on *everything*. And gets away with shit because he used to boink someone else here. Can't see how that arrogant little twit could be that good of a lay for someone to ignore his otherwise shitty personality. Not to mention he has a "help himself" attitude to things and supplies in my office, and gets snitty if you ask him what he needs it for, or ask him to sign it out like every other piece of equipment in the bloody lab. Add to that the fact he thinks he knows more about computers than he does. And wants to sell his used series III iMac for $600, (you can get a new one for $700!), and is pissed because I won't buy it.
Jerk. Don't even know why he's here, he does *nothing* constructive at all.
I don't believe it. I don't fucking believe. Damm it all.
Was doing a checklist of what equipment is broken in my lab, so I can make a list and start getting things fixed. Someone ask about a laptop that's been on this one dweeb's desk. They show me. It's an older PowerBook G3, deader than a doornail. Turns out it's been broken since 2 months before I started there. So 6 months now. I didn't even know about it until they showed it to me. Okay, no problem. Take it into my office, confirm it is our lab's equipment, try to boot it. No Joy. Take it to the repair centre, write a status message to the lab manager.
An hour or so later, the dweeb who's desk it had been lying on for 6 fucking months writes me a nasty gram about me not "having the common courtesy to ask" before removing things from her desk, and in the future, her cluelessness demands I talk with before I remove anything.
Well, first of all, you stupid fucking asshole, it's *NOT YOUR FUCKING COMPUTER!!!!* Second off, oh wonder twit, it's *MY* job to keep all the video and computer equipment in working order, and I will be dammed to the christian hell before I ask a stuck-up little bitchoid like you permission to do my job. Yes, I know, you're a fucking grad student who's shit doesn't stink and I'm just the peon that keeps all the computers working, including the one you use to IM all your fucktoys and download MP3s when you should be working. But at least *I* fucking do my job, and don't act like I have a barbed wire suppository shoved up my butt.
So I politely told her that I would extend the courtesy of letting her know when something was taken for repairs, (which I would do anyway), but I will not ask her permission to do my job, and she was out of line for making the request in the first place.
Arrgh. Whole dammed research team is bloody dammed useless, and thinks they're hell on dammed wheels.
Was doing a checklist of what equipment is broken in my lab, so I can make a list and start getting things fixed. Someone ask about a laptop that's been on this one dweeb's desk. They show me. It's an older PowerBook G3, deader than a doornail. Turns out it's been broken since 2 months before I started there. So 6 months now. I didn't even know about it until they showed it to me. Okay, no problem. Take it into my office, confirm it is our lab's equipment, try to boot it. No Joy. Take it to the repair centre, write a status message to the lab manager.
An hour or so later, the dweeb who's desk it had been lying on for 6 fucking months writes me a nasty gram about me not "having the common courtesy to ask" before removing things from her desk, and in the future, her cluelessness demands I talk with before I remove anything.
Well, first of all, you stupid fucking asshole, it's *NOT YOUR FUCKING COMPUTER!!!!* Second off, oh wonder twit, it's *MY* job to keep all the video and computer equipment in working order, and I will be dammed to the christian hell before I ask a stuck-up little bitchoid like you permission to do my job. Yes, I know, you're a fucking grad student who's shit doesn't stink and I'm just the peon that keeps all the computers working, including the one you use to IM all your fucktoys and download MP3s when you should be working. But at least *I* fucking do my job, and don't act like I have a barbed wire suppository shoved up my butt.
So I politely told her that I would extend the courtesy of letting her know when something was taken for repairs, (which I would do anyway), but I will not ask her permission to do my job, and she was out of line for making the request in the first place.
Arrgh. Whole dammed research team is bloody dammed useless, and thinks they're hell on dammed wheels.
I don't believe it. I don't fucking believe. Damm it all.
Was doing a checklist of what equipment is broken in my lab, so I can make a list and start getting things fixed. Someone ask about a laptop that's been on this one dweeb's desk. They show me. It's an older PowerBook G3, deader than a doornail. Turns out it's been broken since 2 months before I started there. So 6 months now. I didn't even know about it until they showed it to me. Okay, no problem. Take it into my office, confirm it is our lab's equipment, try to boot it. No Joy. Take it to the repair centre, write a status message to the lab manager.
An hour or so later, the dweeb who's desk it had been lying on for 6 fucking months writes me a nasty gram about me not "having the common courtesy to ask" before removing things from her desk, and in the future, her cluelessness demands I talk with before I remove anything.
Well, first of all, you stupid fucking asshole, it's *NOT YOUR FUCKING COMPUTER!!!!* Second off, oh wonder twit, it's *MY* job to keep all the video and computer equipment in working order, and I will be dammed to the christian hell before I ask a stuck-up little bitchoid like you permission to do my job. Yes, I know, you're a fucking grad student who's shit doesn't stink and I'm just the peon that keeps all the computers working, including the one you use to IM all your fucktoys and download MP3s when you should be working. But at least *I* fucking do my job, and don't act like I have a barbed wire suppository shoved up my butt.
So I politely told her that I would extend the courtesy of letting her know when something was taken for repairs, (which I would do anyway), but I will not ask her permission to do my job, and she was out of line for making the request in the first place.
Arrgh. Whole dammed research team is bloody dammed useless, and thinks they're hell on dammed wheels.
Was doing a checklist of what equipment is broken in my lab, so I can make a list and start getting things fixed. Someone ask about a laptop that's been on this one dweeb's desk. They show me. It's an older PowerBook G3, deader than a doornail. Turns out it's been broken since 2 months before I started there. So 6 months now. I didn't even know about it until they showed it to me. Okay, no problem. Take it into my office, confirm it is our lab's equipment, try to boot it. No Joy. Take it to the repair centre, write a status message to the lab manager.
An hour or so later, the dweeb who's desk it had been lying on for 6 fucking months writes me a nasty gram about me not "having the common courtesy to ask" before removing things from her desk, and in the future, her cluelessness demands I talk with before I remove anything.
Well, first of all, you stupid fucking asshole, it's *NOT YOUR FUCKING COMPUTER!!!!* Second off, oh wonder twit, it's *MY* job to keep all the video and computer equipment in working order, and I will be dammed to the christian hell before I ask a stuck-up little bitchoid like you permission to do my job. Yes, I know, you're a fucking grad student who's shit doesn't stink and I'm just the peon that keeps all the computers working, including the one you use to IM all your fucktoys and download MP3s when you should be working. But at least *I* fucking do my job, and don't act like I have a barbed wire suppository shoved up my butt.
So I politely told her that I would extend the courtesy of letting her know when something was taken for repairs, (which I would do anyway), but I will not ask her permission to do my job, and she was out of line for making the request in the first place.
Arrgh. Whole dammed research team is bloody dammed useless, and thinks they're hell on dammed wheels.