I rarely post work rants on here. Hell, I rarely talk about work at all. That’s because most of the time work is just a 7.5-hour chunk of boring time that I spend shuffling paper from one bin to another, interspersed with occasional chunks of mind-killing stress when I end up working reception shifts.
But today was different.
I work for a county assistance office of the Pennsylvania Department of Welfare. We have been VERY busy the last six months. Our application workload has at least doubled. This is the framework of this Pitting, on which the rest hangs.
We had a meeting today, with the Clerical Management Coordinator. Now, I personally like the CMC. She’s got a totally unenviable position, stuck between management and labor, not really part of either side but at least somewhat distrusted by both because each side sees her as an emissary of the other. She seems to sympathize with us, but that may just be a way for her to identify with us so we don’t shut her out completely (because if we did, her job would become about 10 times more difficult).
Anyway, we currently have, on top of our core duties of entering welfare applications into the work control system, a file-purging project which is on it’s rapidly-approaching second missed deadline, coverage of reception all day, coverage of phones all day, coverage of EBT (electronic benefits transfer…the smart card we use to distribute benefits now instead of paper food stamps), mail, special applications (CHIP and Web-based applications), transcribing the group voicemail messages, and just run-of-the-mill filing. We’ve been falling behind on entering applications due to calloffs because of illness, as well as just plain previously planned vacations, and this was one of the reasons for the meeting.
We have asked what duties are supposed to be our priority, because, frankly, we have no idea anymore. The answer: They all are.
Huh?
If all of our duties are the highest priority, then NONE of them are! If they’re all highest priority, then the entire clerical department is left adrift in a sea of chaos, because we have no idea what we’re supposed to be doing first! We have no direction!
I’m not blaming my immediate supervisor. The supervisors in our office aren’t even considered management. They’re labor, just like us, and are represented by the same union. I absolutely love my supervisor, and she’s in the same boat we are…there is no direction coming down from the top on this stuff.
We can’t hire more people because we are “at full complement”. There’s no money in the budget for temps. And the CMC has told us point-blank that she was berated the last time she told the Executive Director that there simply was no time to get everything done with our current workforce, and told that she “would never come in this office and say those words to me [the Executive Director] again”.
Even with that…I don’t even want to think about how difficult this job would be under Lynn Swann…