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patgundI 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.
