Canadian candy company is hiring.
Wanted: A taste-tester willing to try 3,500 pieces of candy per month
Wanted: A taste-tester willing to try 3,500 pieces of candy per month
I enjoy the tales. It hammers home why I split, affirmation of the decision.I am never sure where to put my "middle America Horror Stories". This is a long one but I think it is illustrative of what I am going through.
So I work with a guy who has been with the organization forever. He is nominally my boss and a piece of shit. I am his nemesis. He has been there long enough to retire but he hasn't yet. Getting him to retire is my goal. We are openly hostile with one another. He is an unintelligent person whose doppelganger is Foghorn Leghorn. His granddaddy was a Marine. So was mine. But whereas my grandfather fought the Chinese on the retreat from Chosin, his quit because of our involvement with the UN in Korea. Nevertheless, this bloated asshole uses military terms like he just came out of Camp Lejuene, even when they are hopelessly out of context. Hearing him say "no joy" is hilarious. I nearly fell on my ass when I first heard it. I go out of my way to annoy him by using the non-military alphabet with him. N as in Nancy, K as in Kippers, P as in Peachie etc. If he ever actually was in the military and ever led men into battle, the last military term on his mind before he died would be "fragging".
So last week he had a minor conflict with a union worker that we manage. He comes into the office all angry and refers to the guy as a "fucking faggot". I had not yet called him out for it. I have pondered forcing his retirement with a well placed email. I can only imagine what he calls me and my transgender child behind my back - but I have a pretty good idea.
Like I said, we openly hate eachother and he regularly calls me a 'fucking know it all'. I am, especially when compared to a know-nothing. It is one of the few things he is right about.
Ok, so the story. We use these at work.
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Until a year or two ago, the names of these things were unknown to most people. I pointed out that they are called carabiners. I mean, we literally could not order more because the lady who buys our supplies could not buy them off our company website because she had no idea what they were called. "They're carabiners" I told her and she found them immediately. Since then we always have them around and almost everybody calls them carabiners now.
So Foghorn comes in and asks the office lady for a "D-Ring" this morning. "A what?", she says. I helpfully say "he wants a carabiner". "Oh, here", she says grabbing one from her desk drawer. He turns to me and snarls, "they're called D-rings!", super hostile like.
I'm just leaving the office, so I get up from my desk, walk up to him and say, "yeah, I understand that there are a lot of terms that you old-timers use for things that have changed over the years. You might have been calling these D-rings but the whole rest of the world has been using them and calling them by their actually name: which is carabiner. If we run out of them, you can find D-rings on the company website under 'carabiner'. This is true of a lot of things, Brian", I continued. "For example, now we might use the term 'employee' or 'co-worker' instead of your preferred term of 'fucking faggot'. But what do I know, I'm just a know-it-all?" Then I smiled, walked around him, and went home.
Now that I have had my say, I will be reporting him to HR. There will be an investigation. Witnesses will be questioned. He will retire. And he will know exactly who fragged him.
It was a shitty week, but it ended well.
I hate it here. I have to believe that me being here serves a purpose. If I were not here, it would be hard to believe that these people not only exist but make up the majority of people in large regions of America as they do here.I enjoy the tales. It hammers home why I split, affirmation of the decision.
Lansing is cool, I lived in East Lansing for a couple years when I went to MSU. It is not Ann Arbor or anything, but shit anything is better than Ohio (coming from a Michigander though).I hate it here. I have to believe that me being here serves a purpose. If I were not here, it would be hard to believe that these people not only exist but make up the majority of people in large regions of America as they do here.
Other jobs in the organization are not abundant. One just came up for Lansing, MI. I know Michigan pretty well but not Lansing. Did some digging. Not impressed.
Oh, i just filed a formal, non anonymous complaint. I write goodish. We will see what happens.
My brother worked for a large union and was based out of lansing...no, it isnt better.I hate it here. I have to believe that me being here serves a purpose. If I were not here, it would be hard to believe that these people not only exist but make up the majority of people in large regions of America as they do here.
Other jobs in the organization are not abundant. One just came up for Lansing, MI. I know Michigan pretty well but not Lansing. Did some digging. Not impressed.
Oh, i just filed a formal, non anonymous complaint. I write goodish. We will see what happens.
I have not been shy about expressing my opinion with Ohioans that Michigan is ten times the state that Ohio is.Lansing is cool, I lived in East Lansing for a couple years when I went to MSU. It is not Ann Arbor or anything, but shit anything is better than Ohio (coming from a Michigander though).
Good job man, it's the right thing to do.I have not been shy about expressing my opinion with Ohioans that Michigan is ten times the state that Ohio is.
I will apply.
Got to get the hell out - for the children.
D-rings? They aren’t even in the ring family, ffs.I am never sure where to put my "middle America Horror Stories". This is a long one but I think it is illustrative of what I am going through.
So I work with a guy who has been with the organization forever. He is nominally my boss and a piece of shit. I am his nemesis. He has been there long enough to retire but he hasn't yet. Getting him to retire is my goal. We are openly hostile with one another. He is an unintelligent person whose doppelganger is Foghorn Leghorn. His granddaddy was a Marine. So was mine. But whereas my grandfather fought the Chinese on the retreat from Chosin, his quit because of our involvement with the UN in Korea. Nevertheless, this bloated asshole uses military terms like he just came out of Camp Lejuene, even when they are hopelessly out of context. Hearing him say "no joy" is hilarious. I nearly fell on my ass when I first heard it. I go out of my way to annoy him by using the non-military alphabet with him. N as in Nancy, K as in Kippers, P as in Peachie etc. If he ever actually was in the military and ever led men into battle, the last military term on his mind before he died would be "fragging".
So last week he had a minor conflict with a union worker that we manage. He comes into the office all angry and refers to the guy as a "fucking faggot". I had not yet called him out for it. I have pondered forcing his retirement with a well placed email. I can only imagine what he calls me and my transgender child behind my back - but I have a pretty good idea.
Like I said, we openly hate eachother and he regularly calls me a 'fucking know it all'. I am, especially when compared to a know-nothing. It is one of the few things he is right about.
Ok, so the story. We use these at work.
View attachment 5175436
Until a year or two ago, the names of these things were unknown to most people. I pointed out that they are called carabiners. I mean, we literally could not order more because the lady who buys our supplies could not buy them off our company website because she had no idea what they were called. "They're carabiners" I told her and she found them immediately. Since then we always have them around and almost everybody calls them carabiners now.
So Foghorn comes in and asks the office lady for a "D-Ring" this morning. "A what?", she says. I helpfully say "he wants a carabiner". "Oh, here", she says grabbing one from her desk drawer. He turns to me and snarls, "they're called D-rings!", super hostile like.
I'm just leaving the office, so I get up from my desk, walk up to him and say, "yeah, I understand that there are a lot of terms that you old-timers use for things that have changed over the years. You might have been calling these D-rings but the whole rest of the world has been using them and calling them by their actually name: which is carabiner. If we run out of them, you can find D-rings on the company website under 'carabiner'. This is true of a lot of things, Brian", I continued. "For example, now we might use the term 'employee' or 'co-worker' instead of your preferred term of 'fucking faggot'. But what do I know, I'm just a know-it-all?" Then I smiled, walked around him, and went home.
Now that I have had my say, I will be reporting him to HR. There will be an investigation. Witnesses will be questioned. He will retire. And he will know exactly who fragged him.
It was a shitty week, but it ended well.
Come to Canada! We are the D-ring capital of the world!I hate it here. I have to believe that me being here serves a purpose. If I were not here, it would be hard to believe that these people not only exist but make up the majority of people in large regions of America as they do here.
Other jobs in the organization are not abundant. One just came up for Lansing, MI. I know Michigan pretty well but not Lansing. Did some digging. Not impressed.
Oh, i just filed a formal, non anonymous complaint. I write goodish. We will see what happens.