We'll say I'm being proactive. I hear that's a good thing.
Have a good Turkey Day!
Or Tofurkey Day, I guess... if you're a COMMIE! ;)
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Happy Stuff Yourself Until You Pass Out Day!
I'm going to be busy grumbling and groaning over having to put on pants YET AGAIN and go up to visit family tomorrow, so I'm getting this out of the way now.
We'll say I'm being proactive. I hear that's a good thing.
Or Tofurkey Day, I guess... if you're a COMMIE! ;)
We'll say I'm being proactive. I hear that's a good thing.
Or Tofurkey Day, I guess... if you're a COMMIE! ;)
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
...
Day 12: Still not king no email.
This has progressed past amusing and into frustrating. I'm all fine and dandy with the concept of getting paid to do nothing, but I prefer to do that from the comfort of my couch. This whole having to get up early, PUT ON PANTS, sit in traffic and rot in an office all day thing really takes the fun out of it.
Equally annoying is the circle of fail I'm trapped in. No one seems to know who handles what, so the ticket is being rerouted all over Hell's half acre and nothing's being accomplished on it. Doesn't help that I'm dealing with outsourced support in India, so it takes a full day for the fail to be noticed.
This has progressed past amusing and into frustrating. I'm all fine and dandy with the concept of getting paid to do nothing, but I prefer to do that from the comfort of my couch. This whole having to get up early, PUT ON PANTS, sit in traffic and rot in an office all day thing really takes the fun out of it.
Equally annoying is the circle of fail I'm trapped in. No one seems to know who handles what, so the ticket is being rerouted all over Hell's half acre and nothing's being accomplished on it. Doesn't help that I'm dealing with outsourced support in India, so it takes a full day for the fail to be noticed.
The incompetence, it is staggering.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Oh Friday the 13th... You devil, you!
This is less about the date and more about what happens when red tape enters your life...
So... I accepted this position in what? Mid-October? My start date was November 2. It is now November 13 and I JUST got the password to log into my company issued laptop.
Y'know... the one where all my WORK is?
The new hire request went in 2 weeks prior to me even starting. It took over a week for my domain account to be created and then no one even emailed when it was done. I had to call the helpdesk for the password.
I was informed that, upon first launching into Outlook, that my account would have to finish setting up and then I'd be good to go. Well that would be true, if I had a mailbox setup. I apparently don't. There apparently needs to be an ADDITIONAL request for that.
So what I've learned so far is that a new hire request apparently doesn't include a domain account or a mailbox setup. So... yeah... um... what?
I guess I'll be doing my work with pen, paper and carrier pigeon?
I can't even be angry about it... that would require I stop being amused and I'm not ready to do that, yet.
Of course, things might be different if I didn't have my own laptop and the ability to connect to the internet through the old network.
Ah... the stench of bureaucracy!
So... I accepted this position in what? Mid-October? My start date was November 2. It is now November 13 and I JUST got the password to log into my company issued laptop.
Y'know... the one where all my WORK is?
The new hire request went in 2 weeks prior to me even starting. It took over a week for my domain account to be created and then no one even emailed when it was done. I had to call the helpdesk for the password.
I was informed that, upon first launching into Outlook, that my account would have to finish setting up and then I'd be good to go. Well that would be true, if I had a mailbox setup. I apparently don't. There apparently needs to be an ADDITIONAL request for that.
So what I've learned so far is that a new hire request apparently doesn't include a domain account or a mailbox setup. So... yeah... um... what?
I guess I'll be doing my work with pen, paper and carrier pigeon?
I can't even be angry about it... that would require I stop being amused and I'm not ready to do that, yet.
Of course, things might be different if I didn't have my own laptop and the ability to connect to the internet through the old network.
Ah... the stench of bureaucracy!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Ok... So now what?
I usually leave for work around quarter to nine and get into the office just before ten. Not a bad commute, overall, since I'm riding the coattails of rush hour and don't typically deal with an excessive amount of stop and go.
This morning I left a bit earlier than normal, because I was up and ready and had nothing better to do, and found myself in the parking garage at just after nine... Oh right, it's Veteran's Day.
Judging by the utter lack of traffic, one can apparently surmise that apparently 90% of the commuting workforce of Boston is public sector... since it's only you hacks that get the more subtle of holidays off*.
Damn you all with your ten million vacation days and bloated, collectable at age 50 pensions.
Also, thank you to all who have served and are serving in our nation's military. You're good folk, you are. Appreciate it.
I've now been working back in the "real world" for a week, but I'm not getting any actual work done, because I still don't have a domain account with which to log into my computer.
Ah, red tape. Due to bureaucracy, my company laptop is a paperweight I dust off and pet every morning.
I called the helpdesk yesterday afternoon and the guy I spoke with told me that, because I'm a contractor, it will take three business days to create my domain account.
Three. Business. Days.
I'm out of practice, but I'm pretty sure it takes about 10 minutes to create a domain account. I realize I'm not likely to be the only ticket in the queue for a creation, but since my new hire request was sent in nearly three weeks ago...
I talked him down to EOD today with an exclamation of incredulous surprise. We'll see if it actually gets done.
I've been here for a WEEK, people. I'd like to actually DO something!**
Dragon Age = bestest game in a looooong time.
Bioware, how do I love thee...?
So this is the exciting state of my life. Sad as that is.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go hover at other people's desks and work by proxy.
*Ok, so it's not ONLY they who get these days off... but it's MOSTLY they... Leave me to my bitterness, dammit!
**Mark the date, people. You won't likely see me begging for more work again any time soon.
This morning I left a bit earlier than normal, because I was up and ready and had nothing better to do, and found myself in the parking garage at just after nine... Oh right, it's Veteran's Day.
Judging by the utter lack of traffic, one can apparently surmise that apparently 90% of the commuting workforce of Boston is public sector... since it's only you hacks that get the more subtle of holidays off*.
Damn you all with your ten million vacation days and bloated, collectable at age 50 pensions.
Also, thank you to all who have served and are serving in our nation's military. You're good folk, you are. Appreciate it.
I've now been working back in the "real world" for a week, but I'm not getting any actual work done, because I still don't have a domain account with which to log into my computer.
Ah, red tape. Due to bureaucracy, my company laptop is a paperweight I dust off and pet every morning.
I called the helpdesk yesterday afternoon and the guy I spoke with told me that, because I'm a contractor, it will take three business days to create my domain account.
Three. Business. Days.
I'm out of practice, but I'm pretty sure it takes about 10 minutes to create a domain account. I realize I'm not likely to be the only ticket in the queue for a creation, but since my new hire request was sent in nearly three weeks ago...
I talked him down to EOD today with an exclamation of incredulous surprise. We'll see if it actually gets done.
I've been here for a WEEK, people. I'd like to actually DO something!**
Dragon Age = bestest game in a looooong time.
Bioware, how do I love thee...?
So this is the exciting state of my life. Sad as that is.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go hover at other people's desks and work by proxy.
*Ok, so it's not ONLY they who get these days off... but it's MOSTLY they... Leave me to my bitterness, dammit!
**Mark the date, people. You won't likely see me begging for more work again any time soon.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Deja vu...
Remember this?
Yeah... just forget that ever happened. The last three years? Naught but a strange and vivid dream...
Yes, it's true. I'm back to being just another brick in the wall... just without the hallucinogens (fortunately, since I had to take my first ever drug test for employment... quite the process, that.).
Given the way things were going with the self-employment stability, I did thedesperate responsible thing and begged networked my way into the position I probably should have accepted 2 years ago.
It's not quite as profitable as doing my own thing was, but since said thing is circling the drain, it's better than nothing... which is possibly what I'd have in Q1 2010 anyway.
So here I am... in a cube... collecting a biweekly paycheck... I spend half of it on gas and the other half on parking...
In all seriousness, it's good. I like this company... always have. I also like the people I work with, which is key. I was here for five years before they let me go (and then had me doing the same damn job as a contractor, because they realized the people who suggested I be let go were incompetent and incapable of picking up my slack - yay, vindication!) and would have come back when they offered me a different role, but for the fact it was the same pay, but with the aforementioned commute and parking expenses.
This also brings me back into support, where the whole mess started (*cue Elton John*).
Call me crazy, but I like support. I like solving puzzles. I also like being the only estrogen in the immediate department. It makes being good at the job just a fraction more satisfying (I like winning. I like winning over boys even more.). I find it greatly amusing.
So yeah... that's the state of the economy in my life. Everything else is still in a bit of flux, but financially things are stable for a while. Woot.
Yeah... just forget that ever happened. The last three years? Naught but a strange and vivid dream...
Yes, it's true. I'm back to being just another brick in the wall... just without the hallucinogens (fortunately, since I had to take my first ever drug test for employment... quite the process, that.).
Given the way things were going with the self-employment stability, I did the
I was young and foolish then.
It's not quite as profitable as doing my own thing was, but since said thing is circling the drain, it's better than nothing... which is possibly what I'd have in Q1 2010 anyway.
So here I am... in a cube... collecting a biweekly paycheck... I spend half of it on gas and the other half on parking...
In all seriousness, it's good. I like this company... always have. I also like the people I work with, which is key. I was here for five years before they let me go (and then had me doing the same damn job as a contractor, because they realized the people who suggested I be let go were incompetent and incapable of picking up my slack - yay, vindication!) and would have come back when they offered me a different role, but for the fact it was the same pay, but with the aforementioned commute and parking expenses.
This also brings me back into support, where the whole mess started (*cue Elton John*).
Call me crazy, but I like support. I like solving puzzles. I also like being the only estrogen in the immediate department. It makes being good at the job just a fraction more satisfying (I like winning. I like winning over boys even more.). I find it greatly amusing.
So yeah... that's the state of the economy in my life. Everything else is still in a bit of flux, but financially things are stable for a while. Woot.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Severe Brain Trauma
The place: Conference Call
The perps: Marketing people.
The offense: Barely audible on VOIP connection. Unable to use the telephone dial-in option.
The claim: There's no US number.
The response: "Yes, they labeled it wrong. It's under North America."
I think my brain just exploded from extreme dumb.
The perps: Marketing people.
The offense: Barely audible on VOIP connection. Unable to use the telephone dial-in option.
The claim: There's no US number.
The response: "Yes, they labeled it wrong. It's under North America."
I think my brain just exploded from extreme dumb.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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