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angelchicken"No, that feels different"
Who remembers that (badly paraphrased) exchange? Anyone? Anyone?
I am home. I am about to read more Angels & Demons by Dan Brown (of The De Vinci Code fame). It's swell. Easy reading with an engrossing story. Jolly good fun all around.
I get rant-y talking about work. So:
Today she all but implied that I wasn't suited for my job because I didn't make a connection. Never mind that it is not something I have ever done, nor is it something that she has ever explained to me. Now, that we have talked about it, I will most likely remember it in the future (I'd say 95% likely. I know I have my fuck-ups). She also implied that I was stupid and slow. Though I mentioned to her that everyone learns things differently, and both she and Melanie forget things often that I never do, so she really shouldn't be slinging arrows.
And it was mentioned in the meeting this morning that since I have been here for four months I should pretty much know my job (by Melanie, not Dina). And I do. And I taught myself a lot of it. And never mind the fact that Melanie explained to me when I was interviewing that it would probably take me at least six months to be completely comfortable in what I did and probably a year before I could say I wasn't learning something new on a fairly regular basis.
Four months isn't six. And I know a fucking lot. And if I don't know that the painter is here to work on offices 47 & 48 because no one has ever explained to me move out procedures then maybe, just maybe, it isn't my fault I had to ask the painter to wait four minutes for Dina to return from lunch.
And If I should have made the connection, fine. If I need to be proactive, fine. But how exactly am I supposed to be proactive when I have never been told anything about moving out other than "clean the office and make a bin for the mail".
She is the ultimate C word. And she's under so much stress! Which is why she's talking to her friends a whole lot. And, for some reason, Melanie is under the impression that I spend all of my time on line fucking around. Which is the epitome of bullshit. I go on line during my lunch hour. That's. It. Maaaaybe I check my e-mail if I am on the phone and on hold and don't have anything else to do while i am waiting.
She is going out of town for two weeks at the end of June. And she is all freaked out that I am not going to be able to run things while she is gone in six months. Never mind the fact that I have ran the office very smoothly three weeks after I started and have never had any huge problems that I couldn't handle every time she has been out since. Including the INSANE two days before Christmas. And the operators, mail clerk and receptionist have all pointed out that I have never had the crisis’s that Dina has had when working by myself- which is to say, the same shit has happened, but for some reason I haven't freaked out like it was a thermonuclear meltdown and the world was about to end. I have dealt with it, gotten it done, and moved on. Without screeching at anyone or freaking out or throwing tantrums.
Fuck you, Dina. I hope you get the Plague. And gain 600 pounds in your ass.
Starting tomorrow, I'm keeping a list of everything I do all day. Every inturruption, every time a question is brushed off. Everything. I have to.
Who remembers that (badly paraphrased) exchange? Anyone? Anyone?
I am home. I am about to read more Angels & Demons by Dan Brown (of The De Vinci Code fame). It's swell. Easy reading with an engrossing story. Jolly good fun all around.
I get rant-y talking about work. So:
Today she all but implied that I wasn't suited for my job because I didn't make a connection. Never mind that it is not something I have ever done, nor is it something that she has ever explained to me. Now, that we have talked about it, I will most likely remember it in the future (I'd say 95% likely. I know I have my fuck-ups). She also implied that I was stupid and slow. Though I mentioned to her that everyone learns things differently, and both she and Melanie forget things often that I never do, so she really shouldn't be slinging arrows.
And it was mentioned in the meeting this morning that since I have been here for four months I should pretty much know my job (by Melanie, not Dina). And I do. And I taught myself a lot of it. And never mind the fact that Melanie explained to me when I was interviewing that it would probably take me at least six months to be completely comfortable in what I did and probably a year before I could say I wasn't learning something new on a fairly regular basis.
Four months isn't six. And I know a fucking lot. And if I don't know that the painter is here to work on offices 47 & 48 because no one has ever explained to me move out procedures then maybe, just maybe, it isn't my fault I had to ask the painter to wait four minutes for Dina to return from lunch.
And If I should have made the connection, fine. If I need to be proactive, fine. But how exactly am I supposed to be proactive when I have never been told anything about moving out other than "clean the office and make a bin for the mail".
She is the ultimate C word. And she's under so much stress! Which is why she's talking to her friends a whole lot. And, for some reason, Melanie is under the impression that I spend all of my time on line fucking around. Which is the epitome of bullshit. I go on line during my lunch hour. That's. It. Maaaaybe I check my e-mail if I am on the phone and on hold and don't have anything else to do while i am waiting.
She is going out of town for two weeks at the end of June. And she is all freaked out that I am not going to be able to run things while she is gone in six months. Never mind the fact that I have ran the office very smoothly three weeks after I started and have never had any huge problems that I couldn't handle every time she has been out since. Including the INSANE two days before Christmas. And the operators, mail clerk and receptionist have all pointed out that I have never had the crisis’s that Dina has had when working by myself- which is to say, the same shit has happened, but for some reason I haven't freaked out like it was a thermonuclear meltdown and the world was about to end. I have dealt with it, gotten it done, and moved on. Without screeching at anyone or freaking out or throwing tantrums.
Fuck you, Dina. I hope you get the Plague. And gain 600 pounds in your ass.
Starting tomorrow, I'm keeping a list of everything I do all day. Every inturruption, every time a question is brushed off. Everything. I have to.
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Date: 2004-01-06 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-06 11:45 pm (UTC)"No, that feels different"
Who remembers that (badly paraphrased) exchange? Anyone? Anyone?
I do! I do! Night Court. When Bull got hit by lightning.
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Date: 2004-01-07 12:25 am (UTC)I couldn't agree with you more about logging. Also? Try sucking up. Not with bitch boss, but maybe her superior and try to make a good connection with your co-workers. What also works well (cause you're still officially a temp, right?) is being close with your rep. at the temp agency. If your boss is being a bitch and the agency knows your side of the story, they won't be reluctant to place you elsewhere if God forbid, anything happened!
(hugs)