nonelvis: (Default)
I don't usually discuss much about my personal/business life in unlocked entries, but I think this incident is worth mentioning.

For those of you who don't know, I'm the co-owner of a small design firm. I am also female, which is not unusual for people in my industry. Today I received the following call from a (male) tech recruiter.

Me (answering the phone): Hello, this is [my name].

Recruiter: Hello, I'd like to speak to the head of your software development team.

Me (pausing, noting that the man on the other end of the phone hasn't even bothered to give me his name, but willing to give him one chance before I write him off as "he thinks I'm the receptionist"): We don't have a software development team.

Recruiter: Okay, then I'd like to speak to whoever's in charge of your technical hiring.

Me (frostily): You are speaking to the principal of the firm.

Pause.

Recruiter (obviously surprised and a bit deflated): Oh.


That was a very satisfying little "oh," let me tell you.

He then gave me an endless spiel about his .NET rockstar I was never going to hire, which he'd have known if he'd made even the slightest effort to read up on my company, because we are a tiny firm that doesn't offer in-house development. And then I got off the phone and fumed for a little while.

The morals of the story:

1) WOMEN. WE EXIST. WE RUN THINGS OTHER THAN TELEPHONE SWITCHBOARDS.

2) DO YOUR FUCKING HOMEWORK BEFORE COLD-CALLING.

That is all.

ETA: No, wait, that's not all -- because I just got off the phone with an entirely different recruiter. This one was female and confirmed I was the co-founder of the company before saying a damned word about another developer I'm not going to hire. At the end of her spiel, after I told her we're not hiring, I told her I appreciated that she'd taken the time to learn who I was and not assume I was the receptionist, like the last guy. You see, recruiters? Take even half a second to learn something and you won't insult the person on the other end of the phone! You might even get a compliment!
nonelvis: (DW punch)
Man, Paul Austin never gets tired of this trick, does he? Time to block [livejournal.com profile] mirandaborman, everyone!

Hi
I saw you on the site

I was a British child actress in the 1980s

I played the little girl Stellar in the 1987 Doctor Who story Dragonfire.

Is it ok to talk with you?
nonelvis: (CAT inu is not impressed)
Every year, I gripe about doing my taxes -- not because I object to paying them, but because the process can be so confusing. And every year, Intuit finds some new way to fuck me over, but usually I complain behind f'lock, because almost everything personal I post is locked.

This year, though, I'm posting about this publicly, because they have managed to fuck me over BEFORE I EVEN DOWNLOADED THEIR SOFTWARE. Because it turns out I can't download their software, because the butt-clenchingly expensive TurboTax version I need as the co-owner of an LLC IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE FOR THE MAC, despite having been available for the past couple of years, and despite the Mac's increasing market share.

GO FUCK YOURSELVES SIDEWAYS, INTUIT.

(And while I'm at it: QUICKBOOKS IS A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, TOO.)

ETA: Taxes now complete, but of course, there's more to the story. After the cut. )
nonelvis: (DW punch)
I probably shouldn't make this post, but I am, because I have had it.

I do not care if you don't like Steven Moffat's work. I do not care if you don't think he ships Doctor/Rose enough, appropriately, or at all. I do not care if you don't like River Song. Fandom is large and diverse, and we will never agree on everything. That's perfectly normal, and doesn't bother me in the least.

What I hope we can agree on is that it is absolutely not okay to refer to Moffat as "Herr Moff" or a "TV!Hitler" simply because you don't like his episodes, his characters, or what his plans for the show might be. I don't care how much you say you were "kidding"; it isn't funny. It will never be funny. Hitler killed millions and millions of people; nearly six million of my people alone. My thesis advisor had a number tattooed on her arm, and a pair of legs permanently damaged by the Nazis who ran her over for fun. A showrunner who doesn't share your preferences is not remotely similar to the genocidal, megalomaniacal dictator who ordered these deaths. Not even close. Suggesting such a thing even in what you think is a joking manner is disgusting and utterly reprehensible.

If you are one of the people in question, don't even bother trying to comment here. I banned you the moment I saw that thread. There is only one thing I want to hear from you anyway: "I'm sorry. I did something foolish, ignorant, and offensive. I won't do it again."




*By the way, if you are friends with the people who made these comments, please know that I don't judge you for being friends with them, or hold you responsible for their behavior in any way. They are responsible for themselves.
nonelvis: (CAT inu is not impressed)
Have been awake for three hours already. Am supposed to be getting up at a reasonable hour to drive out to the 'burbs to meet a friend for brunch.

Please kill me.

!*!$#*!#! insomnia
nonelvis: (DW punch)
I know several people on my flist are scientists, researchers, or generally interested in science research, and since a few of you may not have heard yet about the fan fiction survey, consider this an object lesson in Doing It Wrong. Seriously, how do you get to the point of having a PhD in a scientific field and not realize that you can't change the questions in the middle of the survey without affecting your data? (And that's the least of the problems with this little project – it's just one of the most obvious points of Science Fail.)

The survey is finally down while the researchers "digest all this great feedback." Personally, I agree with the anonmeme theory that this is subtle code for "BRB, BU IRB SMACKING OUR ASSES, AND NOT IN THE GOOD WAY YOU FOLKS WRITE ABOUT."
nonelvis: (GARDEN bee)
The tree pruners finally left, so I went out to the backyard to check on the damage and discovered that not only is our yard now full of impact craters, my beloved giant rudbeckia is GONE. One hundred percent, totally, completely gone, cut down to a few inches of stalk. It was in full bloom and one of my favorite plants to look at.

I have to think that something large fell on it, and the guys had no choice to cut it back. But I am very, very, very angry that no one checked with me first.

If this plant doesn't come back next year, the neighbor is buying me a new one.

Giant rudbeckia with optional bee accessory, #3
nonelvis: (DW BITCH PLZ)
The reccing comm concept is simple.

Step 1. People sign up to recommend stories they like. Because people have different tastes in fanfic, sometimes you'll like what they rec, and sometimes you won't.

Step 2. If you don't like what people recommend, you can sign up to recommend something yourself.

Please note that Step 2 is not "I'm going to whine about [livejournal.com profile] three_settings or [livejournal.com profile] calufrax oppressing me" on an anonymous meme.

Now, stop failing at step 2.

Thanks.

Profile

nonelvis: (Default)
nonelvis

July 2017

S M T W T F S
       1
234567 8
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031     

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 26th, 2017 12:44 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios