I tried to type slowly because I wanted to be accurate and also not use ALL THE CURSE WORDS. I still had a typo, though. I’m a doofus.
Update: Both Manager and Manager’s Boss asked me this morning if I would be “willing” to take a company laptop with me on vacation so that I can “dial in” for testing. I tried not to laugh in both of their faces. For one thing, I would not “dial in” to anything. Wifi or GTFO. Also, NO. A thousand times, NO.
I am a full-time employee, a part-time grad student, a mom, and a wife. I try really hard to not let any one of those things interfere with any other of those things, or to at least minimize the interference. It’s a lot of calculus, and I suck at math, but somehow I’ve been managing. Partly it’s been because I know I have this vacation coming up.
As everyone on television and the internet has already said: A lack of competence / planning / simple human decency on my overlords’ part does not constitute an emergency on my part. THAT’S the kind of stuff that leads to fomenting revolution, not dinosaur posters. #sorrynotsorry
Opening a high ticket at 4:45 with comments that the computer has been acting up all week and you really need it fixed by tomorrow morning will not get you on the list of people my team will gladly go the extra mile for.
It will, however, get you added to the end of the list of the other dozen high tickets that came in ahead of it the same day where we will get to it in it’s turn.
Calling my boss’s boss to complain that it wasn’t done will only annoy her and get you laughed at when she hangs up because she started in my position and had to deal with her own share of entitled jackasses.
rockle, your supervisors/management are lucky they’re all still alive. Stick to your guns - a vacation is a vacation; you properly booked yours off, and their scheduling conflicts are not your problem.
Oh, don’t worry. I am NOT doing bugger-all while I’m on vacation. For serious. Well, I’m taking surfing lessons and I’m going to my cousin’s wedding and I’m going to drink all the tequila and eat all the carbs in North Carolina, but I am not doing any work. I can barely motivate myself to do work while I’m at work. I’m certainly not going to do it while I’m away. Christ. STOP ASKING ME. All you’re doing is pissing me off.
Good - I hate hearing people saying things like, “Well, I’m off for two weeks, but I’m just going to go into the office once or twice just to check on things…”
Pretty sure at least this place won’t be calling me on vacation. I mean, my team lead was gone for 3.5 weeks earlier this summer and no one called him.
If the place can’t get by without me, my manager hasn’t been doing his/her job.
If the place can’t get by without my manager there to make decisions, s/he hasn’t been doing their job properly.
The last SPS I had the painful non-pleasure to put up with addressed the men as vous, the women as toi (when not chérie or petite) and I really, really, really regret not having understood completely the response of the EHS Manager when he told her that she should learn from her boss.
Who was her subordinate. Male, yes. Apparently older than her, yes (I understand they’re pretty close in age but he’s aged worse, actually). But her subordinate.
I’m not sure what did she say exactly, but it was delivered in a tone so sweet you could have dunked apples in it to sell at the fair, and it made him backpedal so fast he actually left the room.
HEY! You’re forgetting the rum! Can’t vacation without the rum.
I don’t suppose that Boss was gonna clock you in and out when you logged in while on vacation? Or offered you extra time off for the time you spent logged in?
Treat Employee X with respect, dammit! She’s been here longer than anyone else, practically, and helps keep things running smoothly. She had the support of the Store Manager for the event on Sunday, and worked her butt off for the sales we got on Saturday. Don’t tell her she made stupid mistakes in doing so–if she transferred, we’d be in a world of hurt.
The rum is understood, I suppose. I’m sure I’ll be drinking plenty of that, too. Also sangria, vodka, blue Curacao, Malibu, whatever. I understand that North Carolina is a civilized place where one can buy hard alcohol in the grocery store, unlike Pennsyltucky where I live.
And OF COURSE no offers of overtime or comp time were made, which is part of the reason why I politely told Manager and Manager’s Boss to go DIAF. They already give me a hard time because I routinely go over my “allotted” 40 hours a week (their word, not mine). It’s never a whole lot extra – usually less than an hour or so. But I am doing three people’s jobs right now, so I probably should be allowed to take 120 hours. That I only need 45 extra minutes a week is already pretty superhuman, if y’ask me.
A big part of the problem is that Manager used to do my job but was never very good at it, so she doesn’t know how long it actually takes to do things correctly, especially now that we have multiple redundant processes and systems that we need to engage these days. And Manager’s Boss would never stoop to doing anything as lowly as my job – or even Manager’s – so he’s got no goddamned idea what I even DO, let alone how long it takes.
Personally, I think the place should be nuked from orbit and started over from scratch, but I finally figured out how to work the coffee machine, so that might be counter-productive at this juncture.
My home state is far from civilized…and if you’re interested in buying hard liquor during your visit, you’ll have to locate a package store (ABC store). You can find beer and wine at the grocery store, as well as bases for frozen drinks and such…but no hard booze (because the children might see it, according to former governor Bev Purdue).
Huh - I never heard that reason when I lived in NC.
Are there still “dry” counties there? I used to live in Chapel Hill, and there was an alphabet store just our side of the county line from Chatham (I think)… and apparently on Friday nights there tended to be drunken brawls in the parking lot because the Chatham residents had gotten paid, crossed over to the sinful side, and consumed what they bought right there.
It probably is.
At least, some of their customers will probably be attempting to recite it backwards later that night.
(Asking drivers to recite the alphabet backwards is a common roadside sobriety test in DWI stops here.)
I’m not sure if there are any dry counties…it wouldn’t surprise me though. The “think of the children!” excuse is relatively new; it seems that ol’ Bev couldn’t stand the thought of having to walk by the liquor displays with her grandchildren (scroll down).
I think every North Carolina kid wondered about that at some point.
Oh hell, I forgot my workplace rant: sweetie, when you show me a stack of test results and I tell you “I’ll take a look at it,” rolling your eyes and saying “whatever” is not the appropriate response. In fact, rolling your eyes and saying “whatever” to me on a Friday afternoon causes me to place your precious results at the bottom of my stack. You’re not my supervisor – hell, you’re not even an engineer – and you have absolutely no basis for telling me what my priorities should be right now. You know, I tried for a little while to handle problems and questions like yours as soon as they hit my desk…and guess what? Every time a new problem would crop up, I had to set aside the thing I was working on to address it. This compounded to the extent of a desk full of half-finished projects. I’m not doing that shit anymore.
I’d like to add that these are test results for parts, not people. They’re also not terribly critical.
