My boss is a very nice, very generous, very scatterbrained idiot fuckwad.
A few weeks ago, I was reduced to tears at work, because, in our tiny company of three, I was faced with two projects - fix the entire network of five computers because the server was crashing and the backup system wasn’t working - and get out an 11 page four color brochure by that afternoon.
At the same time, our research assistant asked me if I could ‘just real quick’ figure out how she could dial into our server from Michigan on her laptop which is not a Mac.
I came to this job as a temp, a Mac Pagemaker Temp. I was hired part time to do marketing presentations. Then hired full time as a “marketing assistant”. Six years later I have slowly become the Executive Assistant, IT professional, Office Manager and Marketing Person.
I am fine with all of this except the IT. I know nothing about it. It’s inefficient for me to be in charge of ‘tweaking the server’ because two days are spent reading a manual from page one. It makes me crazy. I get frustrated, panicky, worried that I"m going to break something or delete something.
So I told bossman that it was making me hate my job. I love him as a person, he’s been very very generous to me and 6 days out of 10, working for him is a dream. I want to find a way to stay here and not go crazy. But doing IT for this borderline Boo Radley sort of idiot savant mind of his (which includes things like fixing a cellphone that my boss dropped in a glass of diet coke or ‘fixing’ a palm pilot because he refuses to delete any email) is not my gig,never will be, and it takes up too much time, especially when my boss asks questions like “Can you develop a program so all computers can read our files?” or “Can you trick our printer into believing this pdf is in color?”
I can’t do it anymore. I can’t. I will quit this job that has supported me for six years if things don’t improve.
GREAT! He said, “WE’LL HIRE SOMEONE AND TAKE THAT OFF YOUR CASELOAD. Done and done.”
All is well, right?
Oh no. He hired someone alright. Brilliant and easy! A friend of his son’s.
His son is eleven.
He hired a fourteen year old to be our IT guy. Now I’m the first one to admit, kids know more about computers than I’ll ever know. But this kid is going to ‘just come in for an hour or two after school’ during the week because he’s busy with sports and stuff AND TODAY:
TODAY, i hear this:
“Listen, the guy (kid) we hired for “computer stuff” read our list of needs and he’s a little overwhelmed by it. Some of it is over his head. And he’s not really a Mac person (our whole fucking office is Mac) so maybe you could take on some of that just to make him more comfortable.”
“Like what?” I say, grinding my teeth.
“Well, he’s not really comfortable upgrading software, and that’s sort of a lot for a kid, so maybe you could learn about IT stuff and do that for him.”
While this made me nearly go through the roof, it’s followed up with:
"Listen, our research assistant has decided she wants to work from home, so I’m going to buy her a computer and I want you to figure out how she can dial in to everything from there…and…
(wait for it)
…Let’s do EVERYTHING WE CAN TO MAKE HER AS COMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE."
i see. The girl who’s been here eight months and only has one definite responsibility is to be made as comfortable as possible AND gets a top of the line lap top out of it.
Meanwhile, I have to lighten a fourteen year old’s caseload because he’s uncomfortable with the job we hired him to do.
THAT IS WHY I FUCKING HAVE GOD DAMN PANIC ATTACKS.
GOD DAMN I WISH I COULD GET SOME MORE CATERING GIGS.