You're Bitching About What? (February 06, 2007)

I've come to realize that age has as much to do with wisdom as beauty does with clean feet. An older coworker of mine decided to let me know the report I created for her wasn't working right. I checked it out and sure enough she changed some of the filters and screwed it up. Not that she'd admit to it. I fixed the report and went over to show her what 'someone' had done. After hemming and hawing about it not being her (the only person who uses that report) She asked what she should do with all the reports that came out wrong. That was the first clue I was going to have a headache. I asked her how long it had been doing this and her response was 'about a month'. I blinked. She let a report go for a month. I explained that she'd have to run them all again and she started in with the 'Oh hell naw. They're going to have to find someo..." and then I put up my hand. I smiled and said, "That's why you should let me know when someone isn't working right away. You waited, right?" She frowned and nodded. "Then you're going to have to redo the reports." With that I walked away, rubbing my temples.

This isn't the first time she's done something like this. She's almost 20 years my senior and acts like a 16 year old on their first job. Everything isn't her problem, isn't her fault and she shouldn't have to clean it up... even if it is. I had my phase of skirting the responsibility. But I was nineteen and learned fast. This woman is almost at retirement age and hasn't gotten a clue. Personally I don't mind chatting with her, although I try to keep everything work related. It's amazing how two minutes of personal conversation can give you months of 'but you're my buddy' attitude. I am still asking myself if I want to venture out into the management field. Right now I only have to deal with some of the bullshit. as a manager I would have a whole crew worth. I want to leave my current position for something closer to home that doesn't involve pre menopausal managers whose personality changes more than a group therapy session for Manic Depressants without their meds. Decisions, decisions...

Posted by Diva at February 6, 2007 06:43 AM

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