Crankypantsing

Effing Cell Phones!!!eleventy!!1!!!

I swear to god–all of them if I have to–that the next time someone’s cell phone rings, I’m going to do a Linda Blair. A mass e-mail was sent to everyone in the department, telling us to turn our phones to vibrate (or turn them the fuck off), and to go out into the hallway to take calls. So, of course, that means that the woman who sits behind me has the volume on her ringer–which is some irritating carnivalesque ditty–set to “May Induce Brain Hemmorage.” This is the third time today it’s rung, and I’m about to cry. And then there are the fuckwits who walk up and down the aisles, talking on their cell phones. This is an office, people, not fucking Kroger.

In hiring news, on which planet is it acceptable to e-mail a potential future employer, using all lower case and no punctuation? I don’t find it offensive, in that it makes no difference to me in terms of whether or not I’ll hire someone. But, I do find it peculiar. Surely, this is the time when you want to put your best foot forward? Making cavalier with the norms of written communication seems to me to be an inadvisable plan of action.

And, I won’t even address the inability to follow even the most simple of directions. I’ll just mention that, when I say “email me for an application,” I do not, in fact, mean that you should call me. Email and phone calls are two entirely different things! Considering that the job ad states clearly, “must be able to follow written and verbal directions,” demonstrating clearly that you are incapable of at least one of those things is a Very Bad Idea. I’m just sayin’…

Oh, and I just overheard a coworker say “anomynous” three times in one conversation. I wonder if she eats pasghetti for breafixt?