Other than one guy, all of my coworkers are pretty cool dudes. There's also the fact that I can't mention working at Wegman's anywhere my real name is publicly available (which I don't think includes here, since this is not a Social Media Site, per se) since doing that and then doing anything that violates their extensive Social Media Policy could cost me my job. That's pretty much the only downside though, it's not a hard job, and I seem to be pretty capable of doing it well.
Furthermore, everyone has one aisle to stock. Mine contains (among other things) taco shells, pickle jars, mustard, and--awesomely--Pocky. Other than that, after getting done with some rather dull computer work I spent time learning the ins and outs of properly stocking things, conditioning the aisle (making it look pretty, basically) and so forth.
I also accidentally walked out with a company boxcutter, I should e-mail them and notify them.
It's not the mentioning in of itself. It's mentioning and then violating their Social Media Policy, which is very, very extensive and covers quite a lot of things. Basically, I'd not be allowed to say anything at all negative about the store, allowed to curse at all, allowed to make any "crude" or "vulgar" statements, and I'd have to quantify pretty much everything I said with a notice that it is only my own opinion and not that of the company's.
I'm not sure how thoroughly it's enforced, and am guessing "not very", but it never hurts to be cautious.
I'm more worried about the boxcutter, frankly. Those things are probably pretty expensive considering how fancy ours are, and it occurs to me that I don't actually have any way to contact the store. ._.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Can't you just take the boxcutter back tomorrow (or whenever your next workday is) and explain that you took it by accident?
The second day of my internship I accidentally walked out with the key to my supervisor's office...and it was a Thursday, so I had to wait until my next workday (Tuesday) to return it. I was scared for a while there, but she didn't seem to mind.
Doctor Who reference in Pokemon B2W2? Headcanon accepted.
Well that's good, good to hear you like it so far. You mentioning the social media policy had me a little wary because I was thinking it was one of those places that demanded access to view what you post/say.
Doctor Who reference in Pokemon B2W2? Headcanon accepted.
On a kind of related note, one of my friends at Camp Pen noted to me that the Navy/Marine Corps intranet finally got around to blocking access to my comic which I'm wondering if they autoblocked it because webcomic indices point to it or they actually ran across it and were all what the fuck is this
oh, interesting thing for anyone who knows me from TVTropes that is wholly unrelated to work. I found out that my stepdad's grandmother passed away recently. Her last name? Spain.
I'm trying to get a FreePBX install going at work, and since it's not working on Debian wheezy for some reaosn (I'm getting a mysterious 500 error from the Web interface), I'm using their install CD, which is based on CentOS.
Using CentOS is like going from Windows 7 to WINDOWS 95. I'm fucking serious. The installer is horrible and keeps getting confused; the kernel doesn't like the fact that I have an IDE CD-ROM and won't work at all unless I use USB (even SATA makes it barf since it doesn't like the motherboard—what the fuck?!); and once I did get it to continue without complaining about the motherboard, it complained about not being able to find one of its files and aborted the installation.
...
I'm tempted to just replicate the setup we had at Linode and use Ubuntu 10.04 LTS.
Also, there's a thread on KYM where someone used a GIF of Jigglypuff socking Clefairy, and I couldn't help but start singing "THE BITCHES LOVE ME CUZ THEY KNOW THAT I CAN ROCK".
Okay, that was a Pikachu video, but still, Pokemon slapfight!
Reminds me of how my littlest brother would get all upset when my other brother would call him "ex-Fuzzy". ("Fuzzy" was his nickname when he was a baby.)
"I was on a first date with a girl and wasn't paying attention as I was crossing the street. A car went zooming down the road, and the girl actually had to pull me back and act like the hero. It was pretty emasculating."
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Do we have a Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends thread? I can't remember and our search function is straight out of Windows 95.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
I don't think we do, at least not in the General Media category.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Ah, thanks. I'll just post this here then:
> Terrence
> Tara
That has to be intentional, right?
Also, it just occurred to me that all three cartoons Lauren Faust has worked on had Tara Strong in them. Hmm...
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Pretty cool, actually.
Other than one guy, all of my coworkers are pretty cool dudes. There's also the fact that I can't mention working at Wegman's anywhere my real name is publicly available (which I don't think includes here, since this is not a Social Media Site, per se) since doing that and then doing anything that violates their extensive Social Media Policy could cost me my job. That's pretty much the only downside though, it's not a hard job, and I seem to be pretty capable of doing it well.
Furthermore, everyone has one aisle to stock. Mine contains (among other things) taco shells, pickle jars, mustard, and--awesomely--Pocky. Other than that, after getting done with some rather dull computer work I spent time learning the ins and outs of properly stocking things, conditioning the aisle (making it look pretty, basically) and so forth.
I also accidentally walked out with a company boxcutter, I should e-mail them and notify them.
It's not the mentioning in of itself. It's mentioning and then violating their Social Media Policy, which is very, very extensive and covers quite a lot of things. Basically, I'd not be allowed to say anything at all negative about the store, allowed to curse at all, allowed to make any "crude" or "vulgar" statements, and I'd have to quantify pretty much everything I said with a notice that it is only my own opinion and not that of the company's.
I'm not sure how thoroughly it's enforced, and am guessing "not very", but it never hurts to be cautious.
I'm more worried about the boxcutter, frankly. Those things are probably pretty expensive considering how fancy ours are, and it occurs to me that I don't actually have any way to contact the store. ._.
I could, but I feel like they should know.
I guess I'm just overly worried.
I just don't like offending people.
...Why? "Ex-marine", "former marine", it's the same thing. How can "ex-marine" be an insult?
Is that a Monthy Python-like thing, in the sense that "ex-marine" is like saying that the person in question is dead?
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Haven-type Tree Rats, to be precise.
They aren't as fun as regular rats.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
And the culprit is
<---YOU
Also, I need to motivate myself to finish putting stuff away. The mandude might be visiting me this weekend.