Big hugs for **ems **and family. I hope the news is better upon your arrival.
Blurfity-blurg. My supervisor is still getting on my very last nerve. I’m in the process of turning over one of my functions to one our newer analysts. I had the instructions (seven or eight pages) for this ONE dashboard complete almost three weeks ago.
I spent Monday and yesterday guiding the newer analyst through how to complete this dashboard. I provided tips and hints and showed him where he needed to double check all of his formulas and what not. He completed the dashboard and sent it to me last night. This morning, I reviewed it, and noted some tiny errors, which I corrected. Mainly, the errors consisted of cells on certain worksheets not pointing to the correct source data cells.
After going through the entire workbook, I called the analyst in, and told him what I had done, where his errors, were, etc. Just a heads up kind of thing.
At this point, my supervisor walked in and informed me that I should have let HIM correct the errors and then wanted to know why this type of information wasn’t in the instructions. Um, that information IS in the instructions. There were a couple of other things she said to me that really had me grinding my teeth. Dammit, she pisses me off. The analyst and I just kind of looked at each other and rolled our eyes after she walked out of my office.
At any rate, I’ve found a job announcement that looks intriguing and would be a promotion for me. I talked to a friend who works at that organization and he’s offered to get me the job description so I can have a better idea of what the job really entails.
On the surface, it looks similar to what I do now, with some differences. Once I receive the PD, and can decide if I’m jumping from the frying pan to the fire. My Resumix is up to date, and all I have to do is hit the self-nominate button.
It’s kind of sad actually, because I really like working for my division chief, just not my direct supervisor who is becoming more and more of a micro-manager.
I do not need work “assigned” to me. I know what needs to be done and I’d just prefer to get on with it. Frankly, I don’t even know why we have a supervisor in this shop.
Blah…I’ll survive; one way or the other.