Started off being woken up after not enough sleep. It had snowed again, which was pretty. Unfortunately that seemed to have caused havoc on the railways and we all got to play platform ping-pong for 25 minutes until a train eventually arrived which we could cram on to.
Busy day at work, with my entire afternoon (in fact 6 and 3/4 hours) being spent sorting out extensions (there are no minions). Fun, fun, fun. Meanwhile the other work piled up with people asking where there stuff is and colleagues offloading their work “Can you do this tomorrow, and this, and this?” I wonder what would happen if I said no? Stupid professional pride making me care even when I’m leaving.
They were also talking about weddings today, which as a soon to be divorcee (please let it be soon) isn’t something I can get excited about. But I kept my mouth shut and just raged internally instead. I need to get some space from the end of this relationship as it’s still very raw, but that can’t be done while we’re living in the same house.
Got naggeed into putting my MrBollox pattern on Ravelry, only to be told that I can’t use fak as my designer name as it’s too short and reserved in case a knitting machine manufacturer wants it. That’ll need thinking about. I do have a couple of other designs ready to go up, but don’t want to have to call myself fakoriginal again, and am definitely not using my real name (at least not if it is linked to my Ravname). Ho hum.
Time to go home and, well the plan was to buyÂ food on the way but the walkable shops will be closed and I don’t think driving’s a good idea, so crash out instead. Better play with the cat a bit as I’ve justÂ booked her into the vet’s for her vaccinations which entails a walk along a couple of busyish roads. SheÂ seemsÂ to like it onceÂ she’s there, though. Lots of things to sniff and knock over.
Â Tired now. Knitting to do.Â
Finally got the job offer I’ve been waiting for. It’s not quite what we discussed (being more temporary in nature), but it might still work out in the long run and would give me a chance to earn money to pay my parents back however much they’re going to have to lend me for the divorce settlement.
It seems to me that someone is playing a trick on me to see just how much stress one person can take.
As if the run up to April 15th weren’t hectic enough, not onlyÂ am I managing the people below me, and my ownÂ work, I also have to manage the people above me (which means that none of my work is actuallyÂ getting done,Â particularly since I can’t work lateÂ without risking losing days in bed, ill). What I really needed, therefore, was forÂ an argument about who was authorised for services on my main client to blow up.Â I was never involved in this but am the only person available to dig into it all and try and calm people down. Great.
On top of which I seem toÂ have everyÂ client everÂ requesting status updates, which means that my time is spent chasing other people instead of actually doing work (when I’m not ranting on blogs, that is).
Divorcewise, IÂ dutifully sent off the cheque and instructions (the previous 2 sets of which had been lost) to my solicitor on Monday, with a note for them to callÂ me when the package was received (so many packages and e-mails have been lost). No call yet, so IÂ phone the office. The person dealing with my case isÂ on holiday, the person covering their work is too busy to talk to me, but they willÂ send me a note if they’ve received my cheque. SoÂ if they haven’t, exactly how long is it going to take them to work that out? This is only the firstÂ counter-offerÂ on the divorce settlement, which I instructed them about on 13 March, there could be several offers backwards and forwards until it is resolved and the divorce is supposed to be being finalised in under 3 weeksÂ (with payment 4 weeks after that). The financial arguments could delay the divorce being finalised, or they might not. I don’t know how much money I’m going to haveÂ to raise, or in how short a space of time. I don’t know when I’m going to be able to get my house to myself. Oh, and myÂ solicitor is on leave until a week on Monday, the 14th, just over a week before the divorce is supposed to be finalised. Marvellous.Â The other side are bound to get arsey because they won’t have had a response in a month despite the fact that I responded on the same day as I got the letter from my solicitor.Â
All of which is delaying my pre-registration for EJC as names on credit cards need to match up. Swell.
Oh, is there a US tax/work deadline approaching? Would that be in just under two weeks? Well, it’s a good job all of my clients find it necessary to remind me, otherwise I’d have clean forgotten about it. It’s a good job I’m fully healthy and can therefore work 17 hour days in order to both do the work and handhold these clients (and my staff both below and above me). Oh wait, I’m not. I’ve got post-BJC lurgy and shouldn’t be in the office at all. The choice is a couple of hours extra every day and recovering at some point after the deadline, or 4 hours extra tonight and I can’t work for the next four days because I’ll be in bed.
I shall restrict myself to swearing liberally and vociferously at by screen and try and keep the sarcasm out of my responses. Muppets.
I am surrounded by idiots. Not only are my solicitors a waste of money (losing letters, cheques, e-mails and not appearing to be putting my best interests first), but it appears that everyone at my current place of employment is incompetent too.
As part of the move to the new building everyone is required to log in to their desk by 10:00. This isn’t co-ordinated say through logging in to your phone or computer. Oh no. You have to log in either by scanning your barcode at one of the two kiosks on your floor (yes we all have barcodes now), or through the online system. I’m sure this would work fine if either of the kiosks worked, or the online system didn’t crash. So, having spent over half an hour trying to log in to my desk so that no-one else tries to book it as a hotdesk, I’ve been bumped out of it. That’s going to be a fun argument if someone turns up trying to work.
Technical issues aside, the people don’t seem any more sensibly wired. I’ve only been gone for 3 working days and yet had over 120 e-mails, most of which, having gone through them, are questions of the most idiotic type which funnily enough I can answer with minimal thought. On my biggest client apparently the senior manager had a right panic and infected everyone else with it over what turned out to be absolutely nothing. Goodness knows how they will cope when I’m gone (just under seven weeks to go).
I will post about the BJC later, but I want to do that when I’m in a good mood and not despairing at the future of the human race.
A bit of a Monday feeling about today, despite the fact that it’s Tuesday.
The Easter weekend was a good break, even if I did have to work on the Friday. I should have worked Saturday, Sunday and Monday too, but the incompetents who pretend to do work for me had done it all wrong, so there was nothing I could do. You’d expect that to be a good thing, except I’m off for the rest of this week at BJC and that means I will effecitevely be a week behind by the time I actually get a chance to look at stuff.
No word from either myÂ solicitor or myÂ old boss, so I have e-mailed theÂ former and left a voicemail for the latter. I couldÂ do with some good news, but at the moment would settle for any news that allows me to make plans and not feel stuck in this limbo.
Packing for BJC has got as far asÂ me throwing some clothes on to my bed as I got ready for work this morning. As withÂ moving house or office, it’s not a big deal and I can getÂ it done in about half an hour (provided I can find the important things, like Jungle Jam).Â
The forecast for BJC has changed from bright but cold, to rainy and marginally warmer. Not sure which I’d prefer, but there’s nothing I can do about it, so hey ho.
The cat was ecstatic to see me after spending Easter on her own. She’d wolfed all of the food down for her (two pouches and a massive pile of biscuit), but must have filled herself up as she wasn’t too fussed when I put more food down. She was so excited to see me that she had to tell me at 4 this morning by wailing outside my bedroom door, then sitting on my chest, purring. I’ll take it as a sign of affection and not a form of revenge.
My day at work (so far) is notable for the number of internal e-mails to which the resounding reply has been “Fuck Off! Are you people not busy?”**, complaints about the air conditioning/heating (my colleagues are cold* whilst I am sweltering), and spending 40 minutes on the phone to IT – who couldn’t fix the problem.
Â In lighter news, the vending machine gave me two Twix (Twixes?) for the price of one, so I’m going to spend my windfall on a packet of crisps. Oh, and I got sent a song earlier, which was nice.
I also texted my ex-boss to remind him about the job he was supposedly offering me. Fingers crossed that works out otherwise I might have to borrow more than the extra I need to pay off the divorce from my parents.
*well I say “my colleagues”. Of the four of us: I am overheating; one person is complaining of being freezing; another is goingÂ along with it; and the third is saying that they would be coldÂ if they weren’tÂ wearing a jumper.Â
**Just received another one: Can youÂ doÂ X, Y and Z, I need it urgently? WTF? On top of the 17 things you’ve already asked me to do urgently for you today? Have you considered doing some actual work yourself, you lazy bastard? Seriously, where is my motivation to do this? I’m leaving in 9 weeks and haven’t once got a thank you when I’ve gone above and beyond (presumably because this happens Every. Sodding. Day). No wonder there are 6 people scheduled to leave in the next couple of months (from a group of 32).
I have just found out (through the rumour mill), that a further 3 colleagues have resigned since I handed in my resignation, which makes 5 of us in the last month. Only the first of these has so far been announced, but with varying notice periods there’s only so long that it can be held off (for the purposes of morale).
This tickles me and reinforces the fact that I made the right decision. Is that water lapping around my ankles?Â
I’d say that I’m a fairly organised person (the house may be a tip, but it’s an organised tip). I’m a fan of planning out what I am doing and when. When I’m going to be living somewhere temporarily (be it a tent or a hotel room) I prefer to unpack immediately so that I can relax (but am not OCD about it).
www.ravelry.com is great in this regard. I have the majority of my stash allocated to future projects in my queue, and my queue is in order of things I am going to knit. It’s great. I’ve just had a bit of a tidy up and removed myself from a couple of groups that I wasn’t really contributing to and generally pared things down a bit.
Compare this with my work life. I plan out what I want/need to get done which is all well and good until the e-mails start coming in. The external ones are fine and I’ve got time set aside to deal with these, they all get dealt with appropriately and there’s never a panic surrounding them. The issue comes from the internal e-mails, which tend to be of the “has this been done yet?” variety. I think that the people sending them can’t have enough work to do (or enough grey matter to look at their own e-mails/the tracking software) to work these things out for themselves. So I’m getting chased for stuff that came to me yesterday. Um, hello, this is busy season, I’m working on 48 hours as a response timeframe, so no, that thing that came in 12 hours ago hasn’t been handled yet.
I’m thinking of setting up an automatedÂ reply system, similar to telephone calls: Your e-mail is important toÂ us. You are currently sat in a queue. There are X numberÂ of e-mails in front on you. PleaseÂ be patient whilst we deal with the preceding messages.
Hey,Â unless someone’s shouting it can’t be that important, right?
Most usedÂ phrase at the moment: Bite me! Closely followedÂ by: Oh fuck off.Â
I have to keep reminding myself that I have less than 10 weeks left in this job, especially when I get e-mail after e-mail asking for status updates. Considering that the person involved was copied in on all correspondence, maybe they should consider checking their own e-mails before adding to my workload. Then again, they would rather send me an e-mail to do something when in the same time they could have done it themselves. Evidently they don’t have anything to do. Meanwhile, I will be working over Easter, and if I wasn’t already booked up, over the weekends too (I will be working all weekends in April.
Have I mentioned I don’t get paid overtime? Oh, and my resignation hasn’t been announced either.
Still no sign of that other job offer (and it’s Cheltenham this week, so it won’t be turning up any time soon).
In other news, car passed its MOT and has had the wing-mirror replaced, yay.