A cow-orker of mine had a chain of paperclips that she'd put across the entrance to her cube, with a folded-over paper sign saying (in super-thick sharpie, not just pen), *"DO NOT DISTURB.".* She was *once* told it was "unprofessional" and to not hang that sign, so she dutifully let people bother her repeatedly, and *DID NOT* stay late to make up any time, and of course this "critical task" didn't get done by the expected time. Why? _"I tried letting people know to not disturb me, you said I had to let them, and even having to just stop and tell them 'no, I'm busy' derails my train of thought, and that cost me X minutes each time, so probably ate up Y hours of my time total."_ They never stopped her again, because she made it clear the same would happen next time if there ever were one.
@@AntonsVoice Naw, she was pretty normal. She just needed to concentrate in that noisy zoo despite all the distractions. That was more a noisy production environment unlike the quieter more officelike environment I had.
Idk why but the paperclip chain on the cube entrance sounds so cute 😂 if I still worked in a cube type of job I'd totally do that. She knows herself very well and knows how to mitigate distractions!
In my current city of Beaverton, OR, there's a Pho place called Pho King Good. Me and some friends joked for hours after coming across it that it should be bought by someone with the surname of Tso, incorporating it into the name. Some businesses should really look at their initials and annunciation even if it's foreign language. Don't know how intentional it is though. Hope folks enjoy :)
I used to have a customer that would come to my work 5 minutes before closing every Saturday and start asking questions about windows. First 2 times I stayed and answered his questions. Third time I just stop talking and walk off at exactly 11pm. Dude just because you don't have plans on a Saturday night and are bored doesn't mean you can hold other people hostage. He tried this repeatedly for the next month or so.
And *once* I had someone pull something like the "leaving early" bit. But I wasn't "leaving early" as I always did my requisite number of hours. I'd just front-load my workweek and put in, say, an extra half-hour Mon-Thu for 2hrs total, then want to knock off 2hrs "early" on Fri. Got grexed at, even though I was getting stuff done, say, Tue night vs Wed morning. Kfine. Kept to my 8hrs per. "Important" stuff that I could've done earlier in the week? Nope, I'd put in my daily-8 and get to it the next morning. Took some subtle and not-so-subtle hints to go back to the old way.
From what i found the word is wop, itallian slang Derived from the Italian dialectism, "guappo", close to "dude, swaggerer" and other informal appellations, a greeting among male Neapolitans.
Story 4 - One way to get out of eating something you dont like is to just say you are allergic to it. Of course being a kid you dont think much that way. I used to hate brussels sprouts growing up unless they were roasted, while my gran loved them no matter how they were cooked, however she wouldnt serve them to me unless they had been roasted. Well, she told me if I saw them being served that I couldnt eat them because they would make me sick and have me break out in hives. Worked well for the first few times until I had camp and the camp people refused to listen when they dumped the steamed sprouts onto my plate, right on the rest of the food, of course being 8 at the time I refused to touch anything and they refused to give me a fresh plate without them, and refused me dessert; well that night we were allowed to call home, so I called home and told my gran they tried to force me to eat brussels sprouts and gave her all the details. Well, the camp was a hour's drive from home, and within 90 minutes my gran was up there, having gotten my aunt to drive her up, and was immediately in the camp directors face about it, of course it was the first he heard about it and called the people in that prepared the meal to get their side. The one that caused the problem was quickly fingered and immediately got laid into by both my gran and aunt. Least to say they were immediately forced to cook me up a meal, and give me extra dessert.
My brother kind of had the reverse happen. Always said he was allergic to broccoli, and we always assumed he just didn't want to eat it. Until he ate some once and broke out in hives.
I had people come up to me like 30sec before I was about to leave, just to ask a "quick question". Got tired of that. _"Hey, before you go, can I ask you a quick question?"_ "Nope, in a hurry, gotta leave now. Remind me tomorrow." Like, seriously, how hard is that?
I worked in a call center, if you get an older person with a complicated problem the call can last up to an hour. My record was hour and a half. Sometimes they end in 5 min. My shortest was 2 min, simple problem and quick explanation. But the average was 15 min.
Yer had something similar to Brownies story. 😆 They forced use to bob for sweetie in flour, as part of a game one year. Got told that spitting the sweets out ment the whole troop would loss the game. Said I'd throw up if I had to swollen the sweets with a mouthful of flour. They forced me to do so, and yer I puked.
A cow-orker of mine had a chain of paperclips that she'd put across the entrance to her cube, with a folded-over paper sign saying (in super-thick sharpie, not just pen), *"DO NOT DISTURB.".* She was *once* told it was "unprofessional" and to not hang that sign, so she dutifully let people bother her repeatedly, and *DID NOT* stay late to make up any time, and of course this "critical task" didn't get done by the expected time. Why? _"I tried letting people know to not disturb me, you said I had to let them, and even having to just stop and tell them 'no, I'm busy' derails my train of thought, and that cost me X minutes each time, so probably ate up Y hours of my time total."_ They never stopped her again, because she made it clear the same would happen next time if there ever were one.
Sounds like she had ADHD, but knew how to work around it.
@@AntonsVoice Naw, she was pretty normal. She just needed to concentrate in that noisy zoo despite all the distractions. That was more a noisy production environment unlike the quieter more officelike environment I had.
Idk why but the paperclip chain on the cube entrance sounds so cute 😂 if I still worked in a cube type of job I'd totally do that. She knows herself very well and knows how to mitigate distractions!
Ah, the modern cubicle floor! Companies like it so much better than offices, claiming that improved social interactions is a benefit.
In my current city of Beaverton, OR, there's a Pho place called Pho King Good. Me and some friends joked for hours after coming across it that it should be bought by someone with the surname of Tso, incorporating it into the name. Some businesses should really look at their initials and annunciation even if it's foreign language. Don't know how intentional it is though. Hope folks enjoy :)
I used to have a customer that would come to my work 5 minutes before closing every Saturday and start asking questions about windows. First 2 times I stayed and answered his questions. Third time I just stop talking and walk off at exactly 11pm. Dude just because you don't have plans on a Saturday night and are bored doesn't mean you can hold other people hostage. He tried this repeatedly for the next month or so.
And *once* I had someone pull something like the "leaving early" bit. But I wasn't "leaving early" as I always did my requisite number of hours. I'd just front-load my workweek and put in, say, an extra half-hour Mon-Thu for 2hrs total, then want to knock off 2hrs "early" on Fri. Got grexed at, even though I was getting stuff done, say, Tue night vs Wed morning. Kfine. Kept to my 8hrs per. "Important" stuff that I could've done earlier in the week? Nope, I'd put in my daily-8 and get to it the next morning. Took some subtle and not-so-subtle hints to go back to the old way.
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From what i found the word is wop, itallian slang Derived from the Italian dialectism, "guappo", close to "dude, swaggerer" and other informal appellations, a greeting among male Neapolitans.
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Story 4 - One way to get out of eating something you dont like is to just say you are allergic to it. Of course being a kid you dont think much that way. I used to hate brussels sprouts growing up unless they were roasted, while my gran loved them no matter how they were cooked, however she wouldnt serve them to me unless they had been roasted. Well, she told me if I saw them being served that I couldnt eat them because they would make me sick and have me break out in hives. Worked well for the first few times until I had camp and the camp people refused to listen when they dumped the steamed sprouts onto my plate, right on the rest of the food, of course being 8 at the time I refused to touch anything and they refused to give me a fresh plate without them, and refused me dessert; well that night we were allowed to call home, so I called home and told my gran they tried to force me to eat brussels sprouts and gave her all the details. Well, the camp was a hour's drive from home, and within 90 minutes my gran was up there, having gotten my aunt to drive her up, and was immediately in the camp directors face about it, of course it was the first he heard about it and called the people in that prepared the meal to get their side. The one that caused the problem was quickly fingered and immediately got laid into by both my gran and aunt. Least to say they were immediately forced to cook me up a meal, and give me extra dessert.
My brother kind of had the reverse happen. Always said he was allergic to broccoli, and we always assumed he just didn't want to eat it. Until he ate some once and broke out in hives.
I had people come up to me like 30sec before I was about to leave, just to ask a "quick question". Got tired of that.
_"Hey, before you go, can I ask you a quick question?"_
"Nope, in a hurry, gotta leave now. Remind me tomorrow."
Like, seriously, how hard is that?
I worked in a call center, if you get an older person with a complicated problem the call can last up to an hour. My record was hour and a half. Sometimes they end in 5 min. My shortest was 2 min, simple problem and quick explanation. But the average was 15 min.
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Yer had something similar to Brownies story. 😆 They forced use to bob for sweetie in flour, as part of a game one year. Got told that spitting the sweets out ment the whole troop would loss the game. Said I'd throw up if I had to swollen the sweets with a mouthful of flour. They forced me to do so, and yer I puked.
I have no idea what you just wrote.
Wap should be Wireless Application Protocol not wireless access point thats just wireless ap or just ap.
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Nonfunctional WAP is wild 😂😂😂
Your cartoon character stand-in is glitched over the title screen btw
I always thought The W-Word was "wop", as in "doo-wop". Different pronunciations, 'a' vs 'o'...