Curse you insidious caffeine!

I am once again trying to cut caffeine out of my diet. It doesn't wake me up, it just makes me more jittery, ruins what tiny bit of eye-hand co-ordination I have and causes me to be exhausted a short time later.

However I am having the devil's own time eliminating it from my diet. I am currently out of the Propel I usually drink and have been trying to find something at the cafeteria at work to drink. However I just discovered today that the iced tea I usually drink has caffeine in it. And so I switched to a different bottled tea only to discover with a bit of poking around online that it has caffeine added as well.

Meh. Need to get a few more cases of Propel, so hopefully I can actually eliminate the caffeine, not just get it when I'm not expecting it.

Professionalism

So I work at an insurance company, our department doesn't deal directly with the customers. However next to our cubicals are the auto adjusters who are constantly on the phone to customers.

This is my first white-collar job, before this I've worked a variety of retail and blue-collar jobs.

And it is *here* that I constantly encounter a frankly stunning degree of unprofessional behaviour.

Constant use of profanity[1], blatant violations of the dress code[2], discussion of topics so far removed from work-safe it beggars belief[3], childish tauntings and insults[4], etc.

Thanks to them we have had HR down on our department a half-dozen times. We've had to go to "work appropriateness" classes and such at least once a year.

Today however we have reached a new low. Half the department is yelling "Your momma" jokes back and forth across the cubicles. I'll let you guess which ones.

Sheesh, when I worked at teh auto-parts store we'd have gotten in trouble for telling jokes like this with no customers in the store. Even better, the same group that does this makes fun of the policies and procedures put in place to stop just this.


[1]out of curiosity one morning, I counted 30 uses of stuff you couldn't say on the radio in the first hour of work.

[2]of the "I'm going to a meat-market bar after work" type. We get a copy of the dress code and reminder to "keep it professional" sent out about every 4 months due to complaints in the building.

[3]I don't care who she's banging, whether that person is married nor the details of what they supposedly did. Especially because you aren't any of the people in the story you're telling.

[4]the 50+yr old guy in my department started singing a little nonsense song he made up about an adjuster being "smelly Shelly"