And they all work here . . . okay, possibly not all of them. I mean, I've read - overheardintheoffice.com and some of those comments pale in comparison to what's gone on here. Every week for the last month, we've provided our VP with a spreadsheet including data elements he feels are important to discern the health of our projects. Every week the Project Managers (PMs) and Resource Managers (RMs) go into the spreadsheet and update it. This week, we moved the location of the spreadsheet to make it more convenient for everyone. Or at least, I was told it would be more convenient for everyone.
With the noon deadline looming, one PM came to me and told me he couldn't update the spreadsheet, the error message was an actually helpful "File Not Saved". I looked at the permissions he had in that location and he "must have been missed" when someone set up the directory. Fine. I added him to the site, and he went on his merry way to Updateville. I thought, hmmm, I wonder how many other people were missed. Oh, well, just all but three. NO ONE told me that they could not go into the spreadsheet and update it. So . . . how many people contacted me regarding said problem? About 6 - out of a good 25.
However, one of said possible updaters overwrote all of the changes I'd made in the morning with their own version - wiping out the few changes people who did have permissions were able to make. When attending the meeting with our VP, there was a lot of 'uhm, I put that in yesterday, not sure why it's not up to date now.'
There are too many Stupid People here - they need to leave.
Next up: Paying for Incompetence
Friday, June 20, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Favorite Cartoon
My all time favorite, 'it speaks to my cold black heart' cartoon is Pearls Before Swine. Rat is my favorite character.
There is one where Rat tells Pig that everyone in the world can be divided into two categories "People I Don't Like" and "People I Can't Stand". Pig objects and says Rat should come up with a third list with a nice little title for all of the people he does like. Rat comes up with list number three which he titles "Future Disappointments".
I love a lot of things about Pearls - the stupid Crocs who can't kill the Zebras next door, that Rat often complains directly to Steven Pastis their creator when he doesn't like the direction of the cartoon, just to name two examples. But I really love that cartoon. I have it featured prominently at my desk at work. Right next to my Demotivator (www.despair.com) calendar. Which one's featured? You have to ask? Duh. Bitterness.
Next up: People are Stupid
There is one where Rat tells Pig that everyone in the world can be divided into two categories "People I Don't Like" and "People I Can't Stand". Pig objects and says Rat should come up with a third list with a nice little title for all of the people he does like. Rat comes up with list number three which he titles "Future Disappointments".
I love a lot of things about Pearls - the stupid Crocs who can't kill the Zebras next door, that Rat often complains directly to Steven Pastis their creator when he doesn't like the direction of the cartoon, just to name two examples. But I really love that cartoon. I have it featured prominently at my desk at work. Right next to my Demotivator (www.despair.com) calendar. Which one's featured? You have to ask? Duh. Bitterness.
Next up: People are Stupid
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Friends Schmiends
And now, for my prediction: I will end up going to the concert alone.
There's a group in town on Wednesday July 30th that I really want to go and see/hear. They play really great Irish Drinking Songs and it just seems to touch my (cold, black) soul and make it seem a little bit sunshiny. I'd rather never go to this type of thing alone, but this one's especially hard for me because the last time I saw them it was with my now Ex-Boyfriend and it was the night that I *knew* I loved him. I'd felt all warm and fuzzy about our relationship prior to that evening, but for some reason everything just felt magical and I felt really special and I was just certain that he loved me too. He'd gone out of his way to plan the evening, he'd recalled that a relative had told us about this group and he knew it was something I would enjoy and he planned the whole thing. Everything about that night was absolutely perfect - we had a great relationship, I really enjoyed spending time with him, he'd become my best friend, my sounding board, and I actually believed I was dating someone with whom I had a future. I was amazed. I could not believe that my cold, black heart might actually be beating in my chest. Fast-forward and it turns out he liked me, respected me, enjoyed my company, was his best friend too, but was never in love with me. So, overall, I'd really rather not be alone when I go to see this group.
Problem solved - I'll ask my friends to go and we'll see if we can't get a group together to go to dinner at the venue and then see the show. They've been asked and seem like they're interested, but I predict that they will 'forget' to buy tickets or 'forget' that it's THAT night, and I will end up going alone. It's my life, I recognize the patterns in it. I'm always stupid to believe that things will change.
Next up: Favorite cartoon
There's a group in town on Wednesday July 30th that I really want to go and see/hear. They play really great Irish Drinking Songs and it just seems to touch my (cold, black) soul and make it seem a little bit sunshiny. I'd rather never go to this type of thing alone, but this one's especially hard for me because the last time I saw them it was with my now Ex-Boyfriend and it was the night that I *knew* I loved him. I'd felt all warm and fuzzy about our relationship prior to that evening, but for some reason everything just felt magical and I felt really special and I was just certain that he loved me too. He'd gone out of his way to plan the evening, he'd recalled that a relative had told us about this group and he knew it was something I would enjoy and he planned the whole thing. Everything about that night was absolutely perfect - we had a great relationship, I really enjoyed spending time with him, he'd become my best friend, my sounding board, and I actually believed I was dating someone with whom I had a future. I was amazed. I could not believe that my cold, black heart might actually be beating in my chest. Fast-forward and it turns out he liked me, respected me, enjoyed my company, was his best friend too, but was never in love with me. So, overall, I'd really rather not be alone when I go to see this group.
Problem solved - I'll ask my friends to go and we'll see if we can't get a group together to go to dinner at the venue and then see the show. They've been asked and seem like they're interested, but I predict that they will 'forget' to buy tickets or 'forget' that it's THAT night, and I will end up going alone. It's my life, I recognize the patterns in it. I'm always stupid to believe that things will change.
Next up: Favorite cartoon
I'm not Indisposable
Work has been sucking up waaaaay too much personal time lately - so here's my first post in a while:
While my vanity (and let's face it, I appear to have a lot) would love for me to say "this place couldn't last without me", it's not true. It's just not. And yet - if I tried to take a vacation, I swear half the department would hunt me down and make my life miserable with conference calls, 'if (I) could just join this *one* call . . . '. No. No. No. FINE. What's the point of going on vacation if you're still working?
The other day (about 15 minutes prior to a complete melt-down on my colleagues) I got into the elevator and someone asked me "how's it going?" The guy in the elevator with him whispered frantically, "Dude - didn't you look at her face? Why would you ask her that?!". I gave the whispering colleage the smile with too many teeth and rather chillingly politely told the solicitous person "I'm grouchy. As usual." He really was only trying to be nice. I think it's especially good form to be sweet to the people you aren't intent on destroying just prior to going postal on someone else. And I really did feel as though I was going to melt down on said colleages when I returned to that conference room. Why? Because I know that they could not resist poking the bear. Why? Because they are idiots.
Next up: Prediction for a Future Disappointment
While my vanity (and let's face it, I appear to have a lot) would love for me to say "this place couldn't last without me", it's not true. It's just not. And yet - if I tried to take a vacation, I swear half the department would hunt me down and make my life miserable with conference calls, 'if (I) could just join this *one* call . . . '. No. No. No. FINE. What's the point of going on vacation if you're still working?
The other day (about 15 minutes prior to a complete melt-down on my colleagues) I got into the elevator and someone asked me "how's it going?" The guy in the elevator with him whispered frantically, "Dude - didn't you look at her face? Why would you ask her that?!". I gave the whispering colleage the smile with too many teeth and rather chillingly politely told the solicitous person "I'm grouchy. As usual." He really was only trying to be nice. I think it's especially good form to be sweet to the people you aren't intent on destroying just prior to going postal on someone else. And I really did feel as though I was going to melt down on said colleages when I returned to that conference room. Why? Because I know that they could not resist poking the bear. Why? Because they are idiots.
Next up: Prediction for a Future Disappointment
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