7.26.2007
I Hate the Following Radio Commercials:
- The Pre-Owned (er, "pre-loved") VW commercials with the uncomfortable phone calls
- The Rachael Ray Dunkin' Donuts commercials with the alarm clock noise (which have, thankfully, stopped running)
- McDonald's commercials (ewwwwww; especially the new one for the iced coffee with the idiot slurping the dregs in his cup)
7.06.2007
Growl.
Today was a bad work day.
Four days out of five, I come home wanting to strangle someone and drop a house on the rest.
Today, I hadn't been in the office 20 minutes before I started to get "work rage"
Let me explain:
The company I work for is currently undergoing a number of "reorganizations" and my team is caught in the middle. This is partly because our workflow is the wave of the future and more in line with the latest business model that the company has adopted and partly because our departmental director was demoted and transferred to another division and our manager is out on disability/FMLA leave. We've now been absorbed by the department that I left in order to join this team.
The interim manager who is responsible for some of my teammates and I is really hung up on procedures and what we describe as "milestone dates" in our scheduling system. My teammates and I, since we work in a different workflow, are not as tied to these dates as traditional teams because it doesn't make as much sense for us in our workflow. Since taking over, this manager has treated us like we are second-class citizens and we all feel like we're not being treated with respect or trust. This is unacceptable; I am currently job-hunting.
Today, we were asked for the FIFTH FUCKING TIME IN TWO FUCKING WEEKS for the same information that we've been giving to any number of managers, editors and directors, starting with transition memos during the first week of May, moving on to scattered e-mails through June, requests from our interim manager in the past two weeks and more phone calls than I'd care to receive.
However, there was a twist for today's task.
The twist was we had to take that information and enter it into a spreadsheet. Said spreadsheet was posted to our team SharePoint, which the majority of us have never used except to check our pub schedule or maybe our vendor status for our offshore projects. These are tasks which do not require "write" permissions to the site.
We learned this morning that several of us did not have "write" permissions to the site.
But, the manager who asked for the information (again) AND the manager who is part of the team that maintains the site took SIX E-MAILS to actually examine the permissions list and realize that we were right and they were wrong.
In between, and this is what pissed me off, they scheduled a training session to teach us how to update things on the SharePoint site.
Go fuck yourselves, assholes. I know how to fucking update things on a SharePoint site, something I do on a regular basis for a project team I'm on. However, I have fucking "write" permissions for that site.
For my own team's site, I didn't have "write" permissions until early this afternoon. Because the manager who could grant those permissions is based out in California. . .and refused to admit that maybe, just maybe, I was describing a valid situation. Until I sent a screen shot. And then told my teammates to send screen shots showing the same thing.
Within five minutes, we'd been granted write permissions.
Total time spent on describing the problem: 30 minutes.
Total time spent resolving it: 5 minutes.
Total frustration: the remaining 4 hours I spent in the office on another project.
I am officially at the end of my rope and these asshats aren't going to push me around anymore.
Fuck them all; I'm leaving.
Today was a bad work day.
Four days out of five, I come home wanting to strangle someone and drop a house on the rest.
Today, I hadn't been in the office 20 minutes before I started to get "work rage"
Let me explain:
The company I work for is currently undergoing a number of "reorganizations" and my team is caught in the middle. This is partly because our workflow is the wave of the future and more in line with the latest business model that the company has adopted and partly because our departmental director was demoted and transferred to another division and our manager is out on disability/FMLA leave. We've now been absorbed by the department that I left in order to join this team.
The interim manager who is responsible for some of my teammates and I is really hung up on procedures and what we describe as "milestone dates" in our scheduling system. My teammates and I, since we work in a different workflow, are not as tied to these dates as traditional teams because it doesn't make as much sense for us in our workflow. Since taking over, this manager has treated us like we are second-class citizens and we all feel like we're not being treated with respect or trust. This is unacceptable; I am currently job-hunting.
Today, we were asked for the FIFTH FUCKING TIME IN TWO FUCKING WEEKS for the same information that we've been giving to any number of managers, editors and directors, starting with transition memos during the first week of May, moving on to scattered e-mails through June, requests from our interim manager in the past two weeks and more phone calls than I'd care to receive.
However, there was a twist for today's task.
The twist was we had to take that information and enter it into a spreadsheet. Said spreadsheet was posted to our team SharePoint, which the majority of us have never used except to check our pub schedule or maybe our vendor status for our offshore projects. These are tasks which do not require "write" permissions to the site.
We learned this morning that several of us did not have "write" permissions to the site.
But, the manager who asked for the information (again) AND the manager who is part of the team that maintains the site took SIX E-MAILS to actually examine the permissions list and realize that we were right and they were wrong.
In between, and this is what pissed me off, they scheduled a training session to teach us how to update things on the SharePoint site.
Go fuck yourselves, assholes. I know how to fucking update things on a SharePoint site, something I do on a regular basis for a project team I'm on. However, I have fucking "write" permissions for that site.
For my own team's site, I didn't have "write" permissions until early this afternoon. Because the manager who could grant those permissions is based out in California. . .and refused to admit that maybe, just maybe, I was describing a valid situation. Until I sent a screen shot. And then told my teammates to send screen shots showing the same thing.
Within five minutes, we'd been granted write permissions.
Total time spent on describing the problem: 30 minutes.
Total time spent resolving it: 5 minutes.
Total frustration: the remaining 4 hours I spent in the office on another project.
I am officially at the end of my rope and these asshats aren't going to push me around anymore.
Fuck them all; I'm leaving.
