6.13.2008
Grrrrr .... arrrgh!
Did I mention how much I hate moving?
This week, the entire office is being relocated to a single floor and we all spent the week purging, packing and cleaning our workstations.
I'm still sick from all the dust. I have the nosebleeds to prove it.
Now, I only hope I remember which floor I'm supposed to go to on Monday!!!
Did I mention how much I hate moving?
This week, the entire office is being relocated to a single floor and we all spent the week purging, packing and cleaning our workstations.
I'm still sick from all the dust. I have the nosebleeds to prove it.
Now, I only hope I remember which floor I'm supposed to go to on Monday!!!
9.07.2007
I hate my boss.
I've had it with my job.
I now have 6 months to get my ass in gear and find a new job before I turn 30.
Optimistically, I'm there until December and give my two weeks' notice around 12/15.
Pessimistically, I'm there until Easter with no way out, short of murdering my boss and pleading insanity.
It won't come to murder/insanity, but I'm quickly reaching my breaking point.
I've had it with my job.
I now have 6 months to get my ass in gear and find a new job before I turn 30.
Optimistically, I'm there until December and give my two weeks' notice around 12/15.
Pessimistically, I'm there until Easter with no way out, short of murdering my boss and pleading insanity.
It won't come to murder/insanity, but I'm quickly reaching my breaking point.
9.05.2007
Did I Mention . . . Reason #1,000,001 Why I Hate My Commute?
So, today, there was a nasty car fire on the southbound 'Pike, just south of my on-exit, in my preferred section (cars only) of the highway.
Clearing this car fire probably shut down the southbound traffic for a while, judging by the backup. All the way to my on-exit's toll plaza.
Ordinarily, when this happens it's a madhouse and today was no exception.
What was different, however, was the second asshole in a truck who nearly ran into my car on my way up to the toll plaza, where I slammed on my horn and flipped him the bird. . .and then cut across my path from the right on his way to the northbound highway, on the left, all the while gesturing about how he was going to snap me in two.
Apparently, it's my fault that he almost hit me.
As far as I could tell, he wasn't paying attention to me because he was too busy tailgating the minivan (with NY plates) that nearly broadsided me on the way up to the toll plaza. Twice.
I hate driving.
I hate the 'Pike.
I loathe out of state drivers.
I despise minivans.
And I really, really, really hate trucks.
So, today, there was a nasty car fire on the southbound 'Pike, just south of my on-exit, in my preferred section (cars only) of the highway.
Clearing this car fire probably shut down the southbound traffic for a while, judging by the backup. All the way to my on-exit's toll plaza.
Ordinarily, when this happens it's a madhouse and today was no exception.
What was different, however, was the second asshole in a truck who nearly ran into my car on my way up to the toll plaza, where I slammed on my horn and flipped him the bird. . .and then cut across my path from the right on his way to the northbound highway, on the left, all the while gesturing about how he was going to snap me in two.
Apparently, it's my fault that he almost hit me.
As far as I could tell, he wasn't paying attention to me because he was too busy tailgating the minivan (with NY plates) that nearly broadsided me on the way up to the toll plaza. Twice.
I hate driving.
I hate the 'Pike.
I loathe out of state drivers.
I despise minivans.
And I really, really, really hate trucks.
8.09.2007
Line of the Day:
Offering up a glass of sweet tea on a hot day in the South is as welcoming a gesture as passing the doobie at a Phish show.(What makes Southern sweet tea so special? - Jeffrey Klineman)
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.
6.12.2007
Best. Quote. Ever.
I love the way Seth puts things in perspective.
Like his (infamous) hatred of Roger Clemens.
Last week, an ESPN camera caught Alex Rodriguez drinking vitaminwater during a Yankees game, which might be viewed as either a coup or a death knell for the brand—depending on how you feel about socially maladjusted adulterers who display poor sportsmanship and always choke when the game's on the line.(Quoted from Vitaminwater, Everywhere: Why is David Ortiz shilling for the frou-frou beverage? by Seth Stevenson at Slate.com)
I love the way Seth puts things in perspective.
Like his (infamous) hatred of Roger Clemens.
