Ok, lesson learned.
Me: (complaint)
Manager: You’re the only one complaining about this.
Me: I don’t believe that, as it is an open topic of conversation on my team.
(later)
Me (to co-workers): Have you ever spoken to (manager) about these concerns?
Them: OH GOD NO. That will never end well.
There were some load files I was expecting to get today first thing in the morning my time. They should have been ready for weeks; at this stage on that project (which is in my circus, but not in my ring) I would expect the data to be ready and surgery-room-clean.
I got four tiny “test files” mid-afternoon. 
Test files? At this date?
I opened them. :smack: Not a single one was right. Wrong formats. Missing fields. Mismatched fields. Fields with impossible values. Sent them back, as I’d already said I would, but seriously? How the flying bologna sandwiches come we’re paying that team? A proctologist, is what we should be paying!
Do we work for the same company?
Today:
Me: When we updated master tables X and Y, did the script run to update all of the child tables?
Systems Engineer: What do you need from me?
As I told my boss, this is why I drink.
I now have an anti-Shredder Guy. I give him boxes of stuff to shred and he hides them. Why does he do this? Because he thinks they are important and shouldn’t be destroyed. I’m the one trained in retention schedules, the lawyers have already signed off, his ass is covered…so shred the damn things already.
I really hate writing people up, but next time I find hidden boxes, its going to happen.
Sounds like he ain’t all that demanding after all …
Does he bring boxes of second-hand flatware in and leave them in the lunch room?
OK kaylasdad99, that was a good one.
Cracks up. Yeah, good one 
Does the cupboard full of half empty boxes of plastic forks and knives count?
Not to mention that he brings so much food for potlucks that I have to demand that he takes it home.
Seriously, he’s a good worker and I do like him…but when I say to shred this box, I really do mean that he should shred everything in the box, not sort through it and pull out stuff that he thinks should be saved.
My supervisor is taking a leadership training course. I’m so scared. These things never end well. She has this look…I don’t even know how to describe it, but it scares me because it means that she has plans. Plans that will make me miserable in new and inventive ways.
Time for a little story from the past…
My supervisor came into my office, visibly angry. Almost vibrating, she was so angry. Why was she so angry? I hadn’t answered an email. Why hadn’t I answered the email?
Because…
I NEVER GOT THE DAMN EMAIL. So she couldn’t pick up the phone and call me or walk a few feet down the hall and ask me calmly if I got the email and why I hadn’t responded yet. But no, she’d rather get angry than do anything that makes sense to try to fix the problem. I don’t remember what the email was about, but it probably wasn’t even anything important.
To make this even worse, she’s had a problem with emails not getting sent (probably because her inbox is too big), so she knows that happens sometimes. But her first thought is not that the email didn’t get sent, but that I have done something wrong.
I’m so tired. So very, very tired. 
I need a sadder smiley for this. The little purple guy is not sad enough.
Jeeze people. Before you hand stuff into a charity shop, check there’s no “personal correspondence” in it, okay? Particularly not when you’re a regular and we know your name, phone number and street address.
In related news, I found out one of our customers is a convicted sex offender who’s done time for it
Every time you write “DP” I translate it as “Double Penetration”! I hope that’s not how it feels when working for this guy!
Well, it is only one guy.
Unless he’s packin’.
You guys crack me up.
The most frustrating thing about Demanding Partner is that there is no good way to communicate with him when he’s not in the office. E-mail? He doesn’t read them. Text? He’s always losing his phone, or letting it run out of battery. Calling him? If the phone’s not lost or out of battery it’s turned off. Notes on his door? He walks right by them. And he comes in late and works late, whereas I work normal hours, so my opportunity to give him messages and get questions answered is quite limited. And his attention span leaves something to be desired. Sometimes I feel like I’m dealing with a toddler with a law degree!
OK, deep breath, I’ve got lots to do before he comes in this afternoon. Thanks for making me laugh and letting me vent!
Two things here:
I just had three emails from the same real estate agent who is a customer of ours. She needed help. The first one was in dark blue and bold italic Times Roman. The second one (where she was upset) was in orange bold italic Times Roman. The third one, to thank me for my help, was purple, and in some completely different curly happy font. Lady, if you were my agent I would run screaming in the other direction!
Now I have to pit myself. I let a small software upgrade go live with one important component untested (and incidentally not working). Panic followed by rolling back the install. Everyone is being very nice about it, but I think it really is time for me to retire (which I am at the end of the month). Halloween can’t come soon enough for me.
Could you respond in bright blood red Rage Italic and see if she gets the message?
I thought of doing something snarky like sending “Happy to be able to help” where every single letter is a different font and a different color. But she’s a customer, so…
I’m supposed to set up a phone meeting that includes attendees from Pennsylvania, California, and Singapore.
Is there anything that even *approaches *a good time for all 3 time zones? <frustrated>
No. No, there is not. I’ve had to endure more and more 6 am conference calls to include both Singapore and VA folks, with suggestions that maybe 7 pm would be a better time.
If you can, try to set them up as web meetings, so people can at least call in from home.
Yuck. Looks like 7pm - 10pm Pennsylvania time is the best of a bad situation.
Yeah, Morgyn, something like GoToMeeting is your new BFF in situations like this. Some webinars let you record, so if someone can’t attend they can listen to the transcript later.
Our company is migrating our Outlook emails to Office 365. The first wave was all the IT folks – the reasoning being, [del]if[/del] when everything goes tits-up they’ll be able to fix it themselves.
Cue a company-wide email from our CIO after that rollout. I learned the phrase “eating our own dog food” that day. (Had to Google it.) It also included things like “we put a lot of effort to fix … and insure that it doesn’t happen when all of you join us on this platform” and “your email won’t be moved until we are sure we have this one licked.” (Direct quote there.)
I was part of the 2nd wave of rollouts. It’s almost noon and they’ve finally gotten my computer back on track and I appear to be able to get something accomplished now. This was supposed to be done over the weekend so the inevitable “Oh, shit!” can be resolved during non-working hours, but … well, best-laid plans and all. Someone decided it would be better to do this all at the beginning of a Friday morning.
Asswipes.