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« November 2009 | Main | January 2010 » December 21, 2009T Minus TWO Days... and No TrainingToday I decided to start pushing my coworker to get her tuckus in gear so we could train on my reports. This has been an ongoing drama. Mind you, she promised to do this so I could go on vacation in return for me relieving her. After learning Friday that she didn't have access to the area needed I asked her to email the person listed for said access. this morning I asked if she received a response. After sifting through her various emails she said no. Fuck this shit. I got on the phone to call the person and was told they never received an email and to please resend. After hanging up she said she forgot to send it. *grumbles* A half hour later she STILL didn't send it. When the email finally went we received a response saying she should have access and to please try. Forty minutes later I said that if she didn't at least check I was going to pitch a fit. She said she'd check... but didn't have time to train. I stared. I opened my mouth. I just stood there. She didn't even read the detailed instructions (READ: six pages) that I wrote. After checking and giving me the thumbs up she added, "Don't worry if I don't do this right. It will be on me that I didn't do it and not you." WTF!?! I think my heart stopped for a moment. She said it as if she was ordering tea. I couldn't even respond. Apparently the work I do isn't important to her so she's ignoring the fact that I busted my ass to create it. Some people can just shrug things like this off, but I can't. When I use the numbers I want them to be right. I have the top brass reading them. Later on she decided to do an admission to 'get used to it'. She ignored my instructions and didn't write down a damn thing. Again with the lack of consideration. Her desk is piled high with duties and none of them are done. At the end of the day I was so annoyed I said that my old boss taught me something very valuable (yes, she actually taught me good things). She taught me to speak up BEFORE I get overwhelmed so I can get help. That way I don't produce a bunch of half assed projects instead of some that I am proud of. I don't think she even got it. At 4pm she mentioned that we'd train tomorrow. You're damn right we will.
[keywords: Work stress coworker] December 16, 2009Crunch Time til Vacation TimeToday I reminded my coworker ONCE AGAIN that I need to train her on my reports. Excel might as well be Notepad with her so all my formulas are a waste. I'm dreading what I will come back to. I've had to explain how to cut and paste three times and that's just the beginning of my report data. As much as I dread it I need the vacation so bad I'm willing to risk a few days of fucked up data. In the end she's higher than me title wise so if she fucks it up they'll be looking at her over me. In the end I'm training on the report, not the programs used. I don't care how she gets the numbers. Hell... she can pop off her shoes and count fingers and toes for all I care. A week and a half of nothing to do with UCLA is all I ask. I plan on being low key and really enjoying my time with Jake.
[keywords: Work vacation coworker] December 15, 2009Weekend Roundup (a tad late)It's been so hectic at work I have had little to no time to goof off. Horrible... I know. This weekend Jake and met up with a fellow Gamerchix and new found friend. We braved the idiots in the rain to munch on sea food and chat about everything from games to life. I had a complete blast. It's so hard to find a friend who I can chat with games about and get along with on a personal level. Bonus points for Jake and her getting along too. I look forward to meeting her hubby soon. Monday was hell day for me. It's busy, which is good. My only worry is that my coworker is going to wait until the last minute to want to be trained and I am going to be so busy I won't be able to properly train her. My reports are getting so complicated it's just silly. I've been trying to update the instructions and it's more like a treasure map. Part of me wishes I could suspend the report until I get back. Yeah, as if that's gonna happen. By the time my mini vacation arrives I'm going to be too tired to do shit.
[keywords: Work Friends coworkers gaming] December 08, 2009But... I Don't Wanna!I've had three doctors tell me that I look sick and need to get blood work drawn. *sigh* I know I'm not doing well. I don't eat enough and need to exercise more. In short... I suck at taking care of me. Part of me is nervous about actually getting the blood work done. I am almost positive that most of it will say malnourished. It's tough to keep up. I need to find a way to eat better. I need to have someone take care of me. Most of all... I need to stab my coworker in the face for playing an all Christmas Music station that is forcing me to listen to Wham sing Last Christmas.
[keywords: Health Work] December 07, 2009Weekend of Death and DestructionThis weekend Jake and I hid away and killed shit. If it moved, it died. Two days of bonding over guns, bad guys and wicked laughter. That's right, it was Borderland weekend. It only took us ten months to finally find a game that we could both play together. Even more surprising is that it was a First Person Shooter (FPS). After months of trying to get better I managed to finally be able to fire off a round and hit something. It was so nice to just kick back and be able to play as a partner and not hold back so my ass didn't get handed to me. by the end of his game (I still have a ways to go) we were shooting side by side and winning. It was a blast. I still have a ways to go before diving into a game and owning someone (anyone) but this past weekend I finally felt like a gamer.
[keywords: jake weekends xbl gaming] December 02, 2009Milking It for All It's WorthEight hours of discussing death, gossip and general discontent has made me a horrible person. In short... I'm fucking sick of hearing about it. The man who died is a wonderful person and deserves all the praise he is getting. It's the overkill that is making me want to jump onto my desk and scream at the top of my lungs, "FOR FUCK'S SAKE HE'S DEAD AND BURIED ALREADY. CAN WE NOT RELIVE IT EVERY FIVE MINUTES!?!?!?!?!" I've heard about who didn't pay their respects and various theories/guesses as to why. Who said inappropriate things and various theories/guesses as to why. What they should and shouldn't do for the memorial (they cut it down from THREE to one so far). Finally, what everyone should do for said memorial. She even went as far as saying the Christmas party should be held in his honor. He's Muslim. I'm usually the most compassionate person. I can sit and listen to problems, worries and concerns for hours. I love to help and console people. my coworker's various family/friend deaths (three so far in the week) and the man who she was discussing has tipped my Care-O-Meter into the red. It got so bad I literally went into the bathroom for a breather. The calming sound of the air conditioner was a nice break from all the drama. At this point I'd take eight hours of James Blunt's Your Beautiful over this crap. Edit: Strike that ONE memorial. The count is now officially TWO. *slams head into desk*
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