Say you're at work, and let's just say you're really busy typing something. And let's just suppose that your filthy assistant shares your office so that you can keep him firmly under your thumb because he has a tendency to shoot his mouth off about stuff he knows nothing about.
Now let's assume he's too damn stupid to realize that the fact that you're typing means you're concentrating on something. Would it be reasonable to assume that? Apparently not. Apparently, typing means you're free to look at some minutia about a job that isn't due for the next six months. Apparently, typing with a ream of printed out spreadsheets in front of you means you need to hear bullshit details about yet another project that he will plan halfway and then drop, so that when we finally do the job, nothing is ready save for his precious schedules (schedules that assume that everything will go perfectly like a Swiss watch. The man is a walking example of the planning fallacy).
Soon it becomes obvious that subtle hints like "Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to finish this." are useless. Then you bark at him, or maybe snarl like Curly used to do on the picket lines. Then he shuts up for 2 or 3 minutes, and then starts jabbering again. And you sadly reflect, for the 30th time this week, that this would not be a legally justifiable homicide.
Did Calvin Coolidge ever have days like this, Richter?
Old Cal was probably one of our best presidents, because he believed in doing what was necessary, and nothing else. He had a keen grasp of what was actually important, and what was bullshit. Legend has it that he pushed one chief of staff down the stairs for bothering him on a weekend...but he was the president, and could get away with such things. You and I, unfortunately, cannot.
Am I the only one that sees a problem with this?
ear plugs + ear muffs
that way if he wants to communicate, you wont hear him
and if takes them off of you, you have an excuse to jump him
(uhh, i dont know about etiquette on "apple talk letters", if Richter was supposed to answer first, sorry)
This man needs to do pennance. A 20 page analysis of the Schleifen Plan, with footnotes to relevant scholarly sources should do the trick, and enlighten him a bit about the benefits of planning.
That shit is intolerable. Some folk never got their urge for conversational gratification out of the todler stage. Conditioning works on animals of a certain intelligence to discourage such things in the future. Even dawgs, or the ever petulant furry felines I live with have the good sense to know when to STFU or GTFO of pissed off airspace. Then again, I may assume too much of filthy assistance these days. (The unions fuckign ruined that profession, and the Law of Senator Murphy insists that they still be employed at integrated workplace.)
Tell this man he's a fucking bright eyed optimist if he thinks anythign will be there in six months with behavior like that. Anyone not killed by frustration head explosions will suffer horrifically from the shrapnel.
Can this idiot be sent on a "fact finding" mission to some third world at war country?
Point of order: We just broke another big-ass agitator shaft. Same application, different tank, different manufacturer, same batch (it was moved from one tank to the other). The second agitator is currently buried under 12 feet of acid and 6 feet of crystals. Filthy Assistant is busy explaining to everyone what "must have" happened, even though we cannot yet see the damage or the mode of failure in the second tank.
I am not sure if I can restrain myself from stabbing him in the face with a soldering iron.
shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutup
12 feet of acid? Is he dumb enough to talk into swimming down and having a look?
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on January 08, 2010, 07:58:15 PM
12 feet of acid? Is he dumb enough to talk into swimming down and having a look?
Of course not! Duh, we have to pour enough vinegar to neutralize the acid first!
Roger, I can't explain these sort of people.
How their stupidity has not lead to their end by "industrial accident", or at the hands of beings less merciful than yourself, I will never know. Some things are so obtuse that even the hounds of tindalos turn up ther noses.
Quote from: Richter on January 08, 2010, 08:15:39 PM
Roger, I can't explain these sort of people.
How their stupidity has not lead to their end by "industrial accident", or at the hands of beings less merciful than yourself, I will never know. Some things are so obtuse that even the hounds of tindalos turn up ther noses.
He hasn't been erased because there IS a God, and he's NOT benevolent.
"There is only one god, Murphy and Finagle are his prophets."
Quote from: Richter on January 08, 2010, 08:27:45 PM
"There is only one god, Murphy and Finagle are his prophets."
Not quite the way I preach it:
There is the Dread God Finagle, and his Mad Prophet Murphy.
Finagle holds the leashes of the idiots, who bumble, titter, and tamper.
Finagle cast the DUMB upon all. Cars are driven by the infirm and the idiotic, roomates and pets foul thy places, and your best layed plans are undone by the wide eyes "good intentions" of folks who should dman well know better.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 08, 2010, 08:29:11 PM
Quote from: Richter on January 08, 2010, 08:27:45 PM
"There is only one god, Murphy and Finagle are his prophets."
Not quite the way I preach it:
There is the Dread God Finagle, and his Mad Prophet Murphy.
I prefer to think it's because you've managed to catch the attention of Eris. Do Nevar.
She is laughing herself sick right now.
Troof! Stupid people are there to be laughed at, mocked and talked into doing really stupid shit that gets them seriously injured and/or killed in the name of epic lulz.
Dealing with them any other way is a hiding to nowhere.
Quote from: The Right Reverend Nigel on January 08, 2010, 08:42:50 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 08, 2010, 08:29:11 PM
Quote from: Richter on January 08, 2010, 08:27:45 PM
"There is only one god, Murphy and Finagle are his prophets."
Not quite the way I preach it:
There is the Dread God Finagle, and his Mad Prophet Murphy.
I prefer to think it's because you've managed to catch the attention of Eris. Do Nevar.
She is laughing herself sick right now.
Fuck , does she want some of this Slack™, too? Damn.
TGRR,
Call me Paris.
Quote from: Richter on January 08, 2010, 08:35:35 PM
Finagle holds the leashes of the idiots, who bumble, titter, and tamper.
Finagle cast the DUMB upon all. Cars are driven by the infirm and the idiotic, roomates and pets foul thy places, and your best layed plans are undone by the wide eyes "good intentions" of folks who should dman well know better.
I feel like I'm in a cross between
Alice and a Kurosawa flick. :crankey:
I am learning The Voice from talking with all the variously escalated people, over the years.
All the salesfucks WISH they had this.