Blame Allocation

Posted: Thu 3 March, 2005 | Author: | Filed under: Weirdness | 1 Comment »

God, you’ve just got to love people sometimes. While I’m dealing with my own blame allocation issues here, up in Carlisle they’re blaming a stone carved with a 16th Century curse for their recent run of bad luck including flooding, job losses and the local football team doing badly.

Bizarre, but true.

Turd-Polishing

Posted: Wed 2 March, 2005 | Author: | Filed under: General, Work-related | 1 Comment »

I don’t know why it is (well, I do, but for now we’ll labour under the illusion that I don’t) but I get really annoyed sometimes with work, and with other people at work. So much so that I’m even considering (another) new category, as it’s just occurred to me that I don’t have one specifically for work-based irritation. And I really should. So I’ll sort that out next.

Anyway. Two-and-a-bit weeks ago we got this super-super-urgent and important piece of work to do, with a fixed deadline date because it was when the clients were coming in to the office for a visit, and to sign off this piece of work, and spend a fair amount more money. That day is tomorrow. And the work got done. Minimal information, minimal everything really, but it got done, and we were told that the operations side would be testing it so we could fix any problems.

That report came in yesterday. The fuckers in Ops hadn’t even looked at it ’til yesterday. Not because they were snowed under, but because “they just didn’t get round to it”. So it’s been mad panic yesterday and today, because the turd-polishing frignuggets couldn’t be arsed. And why should they? It’s not them who’ll get their arses kicked if the stuff isn’t right. Although it should be, as they’re the ones who can’t be keffed to check it.

But instead we get all the hassle, because they couldn’t be arsed. It’s bollocks, and that opinion has perhaps been made rather clearer than it should’ve been. Ah well.

Yes, the honeymoon period with this job is definitely over. The rest of the union may not last much longer. We’ll see.

Delayed

Posted: Wed 2 March, 2005 | Author: | Filed under: General, Weirdness, Work-related | 2 Comments »

I was late in for work this morning – but that’s a rant for another day.

However, I sent an email in at about 8.30 telling them I would be late. At 11, just as I was coming in, I got a call from the Manager asking where I was.

Now, if someone was late – in an IT department, no less – wouldn’t YOU check your fucking email first? Yeah, me too.

Snowed

Posted: Wed 2 March, 2005 | Author: | Filed under: General | 1 Comment »

Snowed under, workwise.

Don’t expect much today.

Grrr

Posted: Tue 1 March, 2005 | Author: | Filed under: Thoughts, Weirdness | 1 Comment »

It’s going to be one of those weeks. Over the last fortnight I’ve been working on some reports that needed doing. Except I’ve no bloody idea what I’m doing, or why, or how the reports are supposed to look, or – to be honest – anything to do with this task. Which isn’t ideal. Any time I’ve been asked how it’s going, the response has been along the lines of

Well, I know fuck all about the system, the methods, the reports, and how it all goes together. I’m still waiting after [x] days for the information you promised. And I’ve no idea whether what I’m doing is correct or is a total waste of time. Other than that, it’s great.

As I’ve discovered today, it’s only the last sentence that has been sinking in. Sarcasm is obviously an unknown device here. And now we’ve got the clients coming in at the end of the week, and institutional panic has set in. Along with blame allocation.

Why didn’t you tell me you were having problems?

I did. Every day. You just chose to not bother.

This has not gone down well.

*sigh*

GP 2

Posted: Tue 1 March, 2005 | Author: | Filed under: General, Health | 5 Comments »

Well, the visit to the doctors (well, practice nurse, as it turned out) went fine. Having pissed in a bottle, they seemed to do absolutely sod-all with it. Mind you, can’t really blame ’em, can you? I guess it’s just for their amusement “You think you’re so special, yet we made you piss on your fingers this morning. Ha!”

But blood-pressure’s fine ( 131 / 80 , if that means anything to anyone ), and there doesn’t seem to be anything else to worry about. I’ve got to make a proper doctor’s appointment in order to get thyroid levels etc. checked, so that appointment’s been made for a couple of week’s time. Oh goody.

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