Last week I found out that my favorite sales guy at work is leaving for greener grass. Of course, he’s the one I’ve trained to do his own billing module demos instead of needing me to do them.
Yesterday I found out that our primary billing implementer is leaving for greener grass (and a shorter drive). She’s a buddy. Now I’m afraid that they’re going to start expecting me to manage implementations again, in addition to my support work; I could do that 2 years ago (barely), but not anymore. At the very least I will have to train a replacement, which is enough time I don’t have. sigh
I feel almost embarrassed coming into this griping thread. Today I got a call from a second company for a phone interview on Friday. Money might not be good, but it almost seems beside the point: I’ve applied for four jobs (not counting the two that crashed or PeopleSofted me out of the process–one year less of management experience than they want and they reject the application you’ve worked on for two hours with a one-line e-mail 10 seconds later…fuck you guys!) and within a week two of them have called for interviews. I’ve got two more positions I’m applying for tonight that I have a good feeling about too now. I just don’t know how it all changed around like this, I keep thinking they’re going to call back and go, no, psych, we’re not actually going to fly you out for interview #2 or call you for interview #1.
So can I gripe? A little. My boss said some mildly threatening things to me over the AVP search process and his attempt to get his unqualified buddy who’d harassed my wife a job, and I had to take a trip to our company attorney. Well that wasn’t fun. But it appears that HR is none too impressed by the way the search is going either. Basically my boss is trying to change the job description mid-search to make his buddy a better candidate because he’s only got about 20% of the experience they’re looking for, and even my boss realizes he’s not going to get away with that. And HR is like, “sure, you can do that! But if you make the changes you want the position is basically going to be an office manager so we’re going to have to call it that and cut the salary offer in half.”
I’m sure my boss realizes I made complaints about the search and he might retaliate, but a) HR and the attorney are aware of what he’s already done and will blow him a new hole if he tries it again, b) the boss can’t seem to do anything without his “mentor” in the CEO’s office telling him to do it first, and c) EVERYBODY complained about the search process. HR told me it’s been like a line of ants from our office to theirs.
I’d be up for another TC Dopefest. We need more attendants though. Bunch a passive-aggressive slackers on this board. Was thinking of starting a list of people who mention that they’re in the area for future reference.
Really folks, dopefests, at least the ones I’ve been to or heard discussed, do not devolve into rancor or personal issues from the board. We have some food, some drinks, laugh about shit and then go home. And we laugh harder at the stories of people who refused to come if some other doper comes. Or might come.
The website for my company’s apparel goes up to a 2x in women’s and a **5x **in men’s. I know this because everyone gets to pick one free item as a Christmas gift, and I can’t find anything in my size (3x). Admittedly, I’m a fat woman. Too fat. But I’m not the only one here.
I’m probably taking it too personally, and it’s not a huge deal by any means. Fortunately, some of the men’s selections are sufficiently gender-neutral that I *can *order something I’ll actually wear. But it seems like an implication that fat men are OK, but women are not. It doesn’t help the perception that this industry (banking) is already an old boy’s club.
Every time I reread your post I think “Tuba City”. I may just have to work that into the next comic I write.
(Hey, there is one! Though why they’d change it from a Hopi leader named Tuuvi to Tuba…oh, it was the Mormons.)
Your location doesn’t help any, so where do you mean? Talladega College (Alabammy)? Tuscarawas County (a blank spot on the map of Ohio)? Traverse City (up nort’ uh Michigan, eh)? Or is “another TC Dopefest” only for those of us with testicular cancer?
I have a group of supervisors who got a promotion over me and a few hundred others who applied. I need to kill at least two of them. Today’s supervisor is an asshole of monumental proportions. A master of inane commentary and obvious judgments. A ninny with minor powers.
He’s given me the most inane feedback filled with almost unbelievably stupid comments. He just asked my opinion. My opinion is he’s a dumb shit kiss ass with delusions of competency. He’s the kind of babysitter the kids lock in the bathroom; the sort of spouse you refer to as your first husband even before the divorce; the kind of neighbor you don’t dare trust even to watch your pets when you’re away. I would not be surprised to find a stack of bodies in his backyard right now. I imagine that everyone he encounters on a daily basis dreams of doing him bodily harm.
Ohhhh… we just call it The Cities.
The college i went to was less than a thousand students in the middle of nowhere, so we used to tell people we went to college “outside the Twin Cities”. “Minneapolis/St. Paul?” “No, Osseo/Pittsford”.
Oh good, the AVP candidate whose appearance kickstarted my resume-flinging has found employment elsewhere. (True story: when he was at his previous job, he mentioned in a meeting that he’d started dating a lady. When he was asked a couple of innocuous questions about said lady, he could not think of anything worth remembering about her other than her name. My wife said “normally we would have thought she was fictional, but he really is that clueless.” And this wasn’t some one-night stand because two months later he bragged that he’d been dumped, as if it were some kind of accomplishment!)
I had a severe panic attack this morning at work, I suppose my illness’s way of saying “you haven’t escaped here just yet.” I was accused of holding up a mailing by not turning in the mailing list on time. So I frantically put everything together in record speed, checked the numbers and a few names on the list, and sent it on its way. Only then did I find out why I had not turned in the list on time: the mailing is not ready. Not only hasn’t the mailing been printed yet, the layout and the pictures haven’t been finalized. Our graphics department did not bother to tell the mailing house of this rather large hiccup, so the mailing house was under the impression that the list was due this Monday…rather pointless when the printing house doesn’t even have the proofs now. But I was told “there might be a delay so hold on to the list until the mailing house asks you for it.”
So, once again, lack of communication leads me to another panic attack. We used to have these things called “meetings” where people would discuss things like delays in printing, lead times for mailings, etc. But our new VP decided that he didn’t like talking to people, so while we still have our sub-department meetings, the closest we have to a full departmental meeting is our quarterly event where he discusses various issues like “rumormongering has to stop around here” or “that thing I promised to get for you is going to be delayed or might not happen at all” and then we all go back to our desks. It’s all pretty lovely, really.
Let me just say, running into old coworkers from the company that laid you off is about as fun as a root canal. It’s happened to me twice this week during lunch break. I think it’s time I bring a homemade lunch to work for that reason alone.
::whew:: Hey, I’m toasting you and your co-worker who went to HR-- this was a victory for The Little Guy standing up to the boss so he didn’t get away with shit.
Now, can you find a spy at his new work, so we can get some juicy stories?
Wait, never mind. He may not last long there.
I hate it when companies don’t offer clothing in sizes that fit all of their employees. That happened to my mother a few years ago. She’s worked at the same school for over 15 years, and they ordered embroidered fleece jackets for all the staff (paid for from the staff appreciation fund that all the employees contribute to). And the largest size jacket was too small for my mom - I think it was an XL and she’s a 2X or 3X (she prefers her clothes roomy).
She mentioned the sizing issue to whoever ordered the jackets, and they pretty much blew it off as not important.
Reminds me of a company many years ago that I have blotted from my memory where they bought and gave out a bunch of company t-shirts and made a big deal about it.
Every blasted one of them was Large. Then pretty much told us tough luck, this is what we got.
