Update on this situation: Big Boss called WorkFriend on Monday and told her not to bother working out her notice. She called me and let me know what was going on. I go to work Tuesday and overhear Big Boss talking to HR Guy about the situation, insinuating that WorkFriend must have been guilty since she turned in her notice. I am very good at biting my tongue (which is how I’ve stayed employed so long) so I didn’t say, “No, you asshole, she turned in her notice because you accused her of being a criminal.”
Yep. We had a semi-motivational meeting this morning; a guy from corporate was discussing leadership as an aspect of safety culture or something. He wanted to prompt some group discussion, so he asked us to name some historical examples of good leaders. People named various religious figures [Christian, of course – this is the rural south], generals, businessmen, and presidents. Though the current president was not mentioned, one of our resident teabaggers took the opportunity to tell us all that “the current one ain’t nuthin’ but a dictator”. End of group discussion. :rolleyes:
I love my job, I really do. But I hate having to work with the damn photocopier! It’s just too friggin’ complicated (for my feeble mind?) I’m not really technologically inclined.
I’m not actively jobhunting, just in a phase at work where I’m so frustrated-- and feel so unrespected and undervalued-- that I’m seriously starting to think about jobhunting.
And the thought scares me so much I’m making excuses to put it off about 3 months.
This is bad (ish).
In other news, according to a scrap of paper which got accidentally thrown away-- I’m supposed to attend a stupid training meeting next week during the absolute worst possible time. I don’t understand why the computer now doing the scheduling can’t or won’t do a better job at remembering that I don’t want to work on Monday evenings than my Boss did. The last several Mondays were no big deal, but next week, I’ve got an informational or possibly organizational meeting I’d like to attend. Not a stupid training session which is also offered earlier in the day.
(Plus, I’ve got a co-worker who wants me to agree to work overnight with her at least once a week-- not happening this week, or probably next, and I’m not committing myself to the week after. )
Scentsy update: apparently, not everything in that bag was intended to be a sample. The person who brought the bag just sent out an email requesting the return of several items.
It’s like these people were raised in a barn or something. I hated Dubya quite a bit, but I managed not to let it spill over into everything. Hell, it’s not like I’m crazy about Obama, and I have major problems with some of the things he is doing, but you know what? It’s almost like the scary thing to these folks is in ten years - we’ll pretty much be in the same position as we are now. There certainly won’t be riots in the streets or whatever she is anticipating.
The policy on flu shots at my company (10,000 employees) this year was that on pain of losing your job, everyone must take it or have a documented medical or religious exemption. Not only that, all students, volunteers, contractors and vendors must also prove they have taken the shot. For anyone who hasn’t had it, a mask must be worn from Oct. 1 to March 31 whenever they are on property. So Tuesday is Oct. 1 and there is no plan in place to make this work. I’m getting really tired of senior staff asking me what we are supposed to do. If you haven’t gotten instructions from the people who made the policy, why do you think I have?
At this point, I’m starting to believe that the whole mask thing was bullshit. How are you supposed to enforce that when you have a couple dozen facilities? Are you going to make the Coke vendor show his papers before he is let in? How do you control folks entering facilities that don’t have a gatekeeper? I checked with Purchasing and they don’t know anything about what masks we are supposed to use. Wouldn’t that be the first thing you set up for a policy like this? I’m not going to waste any more time trying to get information on something that isn’t going to happen.
Hey, if it got more people to get flu shots, I am all for it.
Right now, we have a plague going through our office. I, of course, not only got it (it’s a bad chest cold) but then got a chest infection to go with it. I feel very rotten and my cough is scaring my colleagues.
Oh, wait, you ask what on earth I am doing in the office? There are three of us who basically do the same job. One is out this week at a client site. The other texted me on Monday saying that her father-in-law was dying and she couldn’t come in.
So, I have been dragging my exhausted, coughing ass into work all week. I am probably infecting my coworkers (though I am using a disinfectant wipe to open doors and otherwise touching nothing outside my cubicle). I am certainly making this illness last a lot longer for me.
She strolls in today. Apparently, he isn’t dying and he’s been pretty well since Tuesday. Tuesday!
(I waited until she went for a coffee and coughed all over her keyboard.)
Someone in my office made themselves popular with the “Children don’t belong in an office” crowd, while at the same time offending the “Awww! look at the cute baby!” contingent. They were overheard describing the gathering of clucky women (and a few men) round an unfortunate child forced to endure our office as being like flies round a turd.
We had one child that was passed from desk to desk. The child in question had a leaky nappy. Fortunately there was always one germ-o-phobe who had a handy anti-bacterial spray in their desk so the parent could deal with the “staining.”
Any child that comes near my desk gets a free can of Irn-Bru and taught the words to “I know a song that will get on your nerves.”
Mail handlers, you are indispensable with all the work you do with loading parcels onto the sorting machine and I wouldn’t trade you for the world. That said, PLEASE internalize the fact that spheres and cylinders are not compatible with conveyor belt systems.
