So your schedule for that week is mythological?
One of the quality guys was just outside my office door loudly proclaiming that he is ready to die. After a few words with the guys about Jesus-related songs, he then announced that Kenny Chesney must be gay because the basis for his divorce was listed as “fraud,” and no one gets divorced over fraud. One of the other guys suggested that Kenny might be bisexual, proclaiming “no pants, no shoes, no problem!”
Meanwhile, I’m sitting here trying to complete a mandatory training course that has largely focused on the danger of accidental needle sticks, which has nothing whatsoever to do with my job.
Hope my day doesn’t get any weirder.
I work with the most change-averse people imaginable. One link gets moved (“OMG my bookmark is broken!”) or a required field gets added to the tickets (“OMGWTF I can’t close this ticket!”) and it’s just one giant hissy fit around here.
The best one was towards the end of yesterday, TPTB *finally *got around to changing a required field from a type-in-whatever-the-fuck-you-feel-like-typing to a drop-down menu, which is crucial for reporting tags for the number-crunchers who are higher up the food chain. This makes life easier, not harder. You wouldn’t know that, though, from the tantrums being thrown around here since it was implemented. Several of the CSRs have already told each other, quite vocally, that they’ll just choose one of the options. At random. Which kindasortaTOTALLY defeats the purpose, but hey, it’s just anarchy as usual around here.
I think a retarded cockroach could do their jobs better. Anyone know any insects who rode the short bus to school who need a job?
Apparently.
But somehow I don’t think that weekend will be more than a Blue Dream…
Kind of a Blueberry Haze, if you will
My noisy co-worker “has a big personality” and fancies herself quite vivacious. She just hoots and hollers and cackles on the phone (with clients!) all day. It’s like sitting next to Krusty the Klown.
Also: she just came over here and told me that So-and-So was expecting a phone call. So if that person called, I should send it right to So-and-So. She just wanted to “keep me in the loop”.
What in the blue fuck did she think would happen if I answered that call without prior guidance?
To make a long story short, I’m currently going through forms for books requests from lecturers who need materials for their upcoming courses (i.e. beginning September or October this year - in the future). All the details need to be there, and accurate, for copyright reasons.
Half of them don’t know the name of the course they teach. One claims to need the materials in time for a course that started in 2011. Another has a course that begins in 2013 and ends in 1958. One lecturer claims his course finishes on 31st September. A few have submitted several forms with just a few books on each. All of this increases the work to be done considerably. Some of these people have PhDs!
Then there’s a huge list of books for some bullshit myth/cosmology course (no real cosmology, unfortunately) such as “The Symbolic Imagination”, “Ancient Mystery Cults”, “The Moment of Astrology” and “The Road to Immortality”. I can’t bring myself to do that one. It’s not a real subject, the academic staff are not real academics and the students will not get a real degree. It’s all bullshit and mutual masturbation for people who can’t do a real subject. I wouldn’t be surprised if it took more effort to fail that course than it does to pass.
I am losing my mind and my ability to work.
This month I received my first negative review ever in 30 years of working, and it wasn’t entirely unexpected. When I saw my psychiatrist on Friday I told him I needed to get back on medication for my depression, but when he went to test my blood pressure (because Effexor XR can cause spikes in BP), I had high blood pressure for the first time in my life as well. As the sole breadwinner, this is all snowballing and I feel ready to buckle. My self-confidence – something of which I’ve never had much – is at a complete nadir, and I don’t think I could possibly find another job at such a low point.
Friday before he left my boss IM’d me and rebuked my lack of progress and I flew into a rage, punching a wall and stabbing multiple tuna cans with kitchen scissors before I left the house. I scare myself when I do that, because for most of my life anger is an extremely rare occurrence.
It’s really all become too damn much to handle.
Sorry that wasn’t very pit-like.
It’s 3pm. I’ve been working on coverage caseloads since 630am. I am only NOW able to get to my own cases. Of course, since I am behind on my cases, I will be in trouble for that. No kudos for keeping the other caseloads under control and up to date.
Feh.
Than why do you do that?
Let them get out of control. and let the people who are supposed to work on then face the trouble.
Because they’re empty caseloads. The previous workers moved on to sunnier pastures, leaving us to pick up after them. To me, logic would say disburse the caseloads to workers throughout the division, but logic and government work? Ha!
The ongoing saga of my impending retirement continues. I am trembling with anger right now.
I didn’t have to give 6 months’ notice. I did so because I care what happens to the people I support when I am no longer here.
I waited over 11 weeks for some peep of concern from my boss’s boss about what arrangements would be made to take over my work. (My boss is a great guy but he’s a very low-level manager and has no authority to make these kinds of decisions.) My uber-boss is new to that job and only came on board about the time I announced my retirement. In those 11+ weeks, she never spoke to me once. Not once, not about that or about anything else. So after 11 weeks of silence I voiced my concerns to an executive. Tell me I was wrong to do that, I’m prepared to hear it, but if you were in my place you might do the same.
Finally, today, after 12+ weeks, we had the first meeting to discuss this. She didn’t even invite me to this meeting, but other people insisted. Not much progress in this meeting, but at the end, she says to me that this should be proof that the situation is being handled and that I shouldn’t go raising panic among the executives any more, I should just continue doing my job and let them handle the transition.
Fine. And when certain things fall apart after I walk out the door, the people who count will know who was to blame. I gave 6 months’ notice because I cared. Now, not so much.
Roderick Femm, I gave several months’ notice when I quit a job years ago. They didn’t look for a replacement until two weeks before my last day. When they hired someone, she quit after two days. (She wanted a part time job at full time pay. To be fair, so do a lot of people.) So I only had a couple of days to train my replacement.
Don’t be surprised if you get phone calls after you leave.
You might want to put a down payment on your second retirement villa. 'Cos I imagine the consulting fees you can command for helping with a transition after your retirement would be ASTRONOMICAL. 
I won’t be surprised if I get phone calls, but they shouldn’t be surprised if I hang up.
I have already told them I am not interested in consulting or anything else. If I had wanted to keep working here, I didn’t have to retire now. When I leave, I am gone. Too bad, so sad, you had your chance.
Man, that’s really tough. Sorry to hear that.
If you have an Employee Stock Plan, the word you are looking for is divesture…
I would not want a piece of that action in the coming implosion.
Looks like I oversold my own importance in my post. The types of problems that might arise would not cause serious losses to the bottom line. More like serious irritation to certain other managers.
And no, we don’t have a stock plan. I wish we did, the parent company is very healthy. But if we did, and it weren’t, the word would be divestiture.
It always feels kind of shitty to turn down a job offer because a lot of people would want to be this lucky. But as far as I can tell the guy is a high-powered minmaxer. All he could talk about was getting things done even more quickly, getting more people in so he can run his shop longer than 8 hours a day, how overtime is standard, how even when he’s home all he does is read about his business, and how he still needs to look at everything before it goes out the door but wishes he didn’t have to. So he expects design to be done in 15 minutes flat but also can’t trust his employees to do right by him. And he has no hobbies outside of work. Not exactly sounding stellar.
Then, he says he’ll get a written offer to me later, but wants me to start training on my own time now. Before I even know how much he’s offering? Really?
As shitty as my job is right now, even for more money his is sounding worse. He prided himself on being stubborn so I won’t be surprised if he starts hounding me after I turn his non-offer down. Ugh.
Hopefully whoever does get his job is a clone of him so they can enjoy it.
There’s a woman who sits a couple of desks over from me who seems to eat all day! All the time with crunching, munching, wrappers crackling, unwelcome smells. Sheesh! We have a perfectly good lunchroom just down the hall, FFS! If I were in charge I would just ban eating at one’s desk.
It’s amazing how narcissistic and ignorant people like that can be about how they come off to others. He probably thought he was crowing about his business and how awesome both he and it are, but it usually comes off as one long “You really don’t want to work here” cautionary tale.