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People go out of town and they ask you to finish their fucking work, fuckers.

All I had to do was verify that she had all the invoices in for the month. That should take a checklist and a pile of paper, right? By the time I finished ransacking her desk there were three file folders with invoices. It looks like she created one, forgot about it and created another, etc. Christ, woman, learn how to fucking file!
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Sweet Jesu! I have to get out. Out I tell you!

Today, my boss handed me a list of meetings for the next six months. She wanted me to schedule the conference room and send out the Outlook invites.

I panicked. I started to get all tense. I couldn't focus. I wanted to cry. Just thinking about being here another six months almost made me lose it. I *have* to start looking for work. I can't keep sitting on my laurels, or I'm gonna freak the fuck out on my co-workers when I least expect it.

The thing is, I have to hard a time focusing at work to job search on the sly. And when I get home, there's enough to distract me, to make me feel like it's not all that pressing.

Any bright ideas on getting me of my ass? (Aside from - quit whining and do it.)
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Work nearly broke me on Monday. It was just another one of those days where everybody wants something from me now and their project is top priority over everything else I'm doing.

I was incredibly cranky. I snapped at everyone and made snide comments. I came this close ** to getting into an argument with one of my co-workers. All so that I could just put down my stuff, walk into my boss and tell her that I was going home now.

Instead, I just barely managed to get through the day. I called Patch at lunch and almost cried on the phone. I made him come pick me up after a half-hour of overtime. I spent most of the evening feeling like a broken dollie. I can't even describe the despair I was feeling...

On the plus side, after lunch I knew I was taking a mental health day. Yeah, Tuesday I didn't go to work. I stayed at home and watch Farscape with my honey, ALL DAY. It felt good.

Work since then has been fairly easy. And more importantly, I've been pleasant to be around. Really, the only thing going wrong in my life right now (knock on wood) is work. I *have* to get out. I don't have time to look for a job while I'm at work. I just need my honey to fix my computer so I can start looking after work. *Le sigh*

Anyone got a high paying job that requires brainstorming in a dynamic environment along with organization, priority setting and setting up systems?
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Yes, as a matter of fact, even after more than six months, still fucking new!

Sweet Jesus! I am so pissed right now. I can't believe how fucking stupid my co-worker is! Christ!

So, this week we sent out about 200 orders. I've been busting my but helping the lead field phone calls and emails and making notes in the database. So yesterday, we snag this chick to help us with follow-up.

Her task is simple: Here are 100 orders. Here's a report showing order status. There are also notes being updated on the database in real time. Please call on any order that doesn't show confirmed reciept.

We even have a conversation clarifying procedures and what is required - including, if there's a note in the database referencing the list manager, then you don't have to call. Her deadline for completion was today.

I spend yesterday calling on my 100 orders. Mostly I checked the database, and checked vendor websites for info. I had about 30-40 actual phone calls to make, probably even less. By the end of the day, I had a pile of maybe 20 max I had to leave messages for. I also sent follow-up emails.

So this morning, I work on finishing up. I check my handful of email responses and actually had to only call back on four. I was done by 12:30.

This afternoon at 3pm, the genius girl is bitching to her boss that she still has this pile of follow-up phone calls to make. She asks me if I'm done, can I help her. Sure, no problem. But Lord Almighty!!!! She handed me 20 orders.

I heard her make maybe four phone calls today. She spent most of her time on personal calls and doing something else. (I'm guessing work for her boss). Most of our vendors are on the East Coast, which means, you have to call *prior* to 2pm.

A few of thes have some kind of paperwork attached. Paperwork signifies that someone has had to do something to the order! If were messing with the order, then, the fucking vendor has recieved it!!!

That and I just found notes from her in the database showing that she called on orders that had already been handled.

My Note: 7/7 - Per LM: Pricing - Base #75/M, Zip $8/M, 60% net w $8/M RC, Can you use 3490 cartridge.

Her Note: 7/8/04: TCF w/Sarah Linney and confirmed receipt of order.

Hey Chica! It's a note from the day before, that doesn't indicate to you that maybe you don't need to waste your time calling?!!!! *aaargh!* I busted my ass to try to save everyone time and effort and you just fucking ignore ALL OF IT!

I hate stupid people. *grumble*
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I managed to accomplish a lot, be busy, and be restfully happy all at the same time (more or less). I started, or more correctly, ended my week in the 7th level of Hell. And somehow managed to end my weekend somewhere close to heaven.

Pre-Weekend )

Saturday )

Sunday )

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Do they not teach that in school anymore? Or do people just think that now that they're grown-up it doesn't apply to them!!!!

Jesus these people are stupid. *argh* Right now at work, we're trying to get people to give us industry standard information. How many names on your list are in each state. Otherwise known as state counts. We do this twice a year, and yet, people fail to do this correctly.

Some people send a total number. What part of I need state counts, sounds like a freakin total???!!!

Other people start giving us the third degree. Well what do you want it for? It's a fucking standard request in this idustry. We have to know how many names you have available before we can figure out how many names to order. It's your job to give me information. It's not like you work for the Pentagon! Christ!

And then, part of this little excercise is asking them to provide these counts on our web page. Now I admit, our web page could use a design upgrade, it has a billion features no one uses but damn! How hard can it be? I asked for state counts. You go, you log in, and for some fucking reason they choose "clearances" from the menu, as opposed to "state counts" and then send an email telling us we're cleared to use their list. How does any of this jive with I need state counts.

*GAH* People are stooopid.
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So among my New Years Resolutions is to get off my ass and find a new job.

I'm happy to report, I was a good girl this weekend and found several appealing positions. The only problem now is... I have to write (&^%%^())$$$@@@@! cover letters.

I hate! Hate! HATE! HATE!!!! writting these kinds of things. I can tell you that I'm highly intelligent multitasker, able to handle a fast paced working enviroment. But goddess help me if I have to site examples and explain what I'm talking about.

I don't know, dammit, I just am!!!

I deal with three tons of people's bullshit every day, and so far no one has noticed the stink. But how do I say that in English without sounding like a boring, pompus, overeducated ass? I can't.

*chuckle* And my father made me put that I have "Outstanding writing and analytical skills" on my resume. He forgets that part of my brilliant process is panicking, trowing tempertantrums and then producing mediocre work that falls below my potential.

The only time I produce outstanding writting, is when I'm inspired and it just flows. *gah* *mmmmmrrrrrffff* *HUMPH!* *BLEAH!* Don't wanna, don'twanna-don'twanna-don'twanna-don'twanna-don'twanna-don'twanna-don'twanna-don'twanna.

The pisser is, I know how to do, what needs doing. I just dread it. At some point, when I find some peace and quite (at home) I have to pull the salient job requirements and then spend five minutes writting a relevant experience for each one. Then, I can take my lovely collection and cut and paste myself a cover letter, but in the meantime.... *UGH!* DON'T WANNA!!!!!!!
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