Work Woes.

Jun. 20th, 2012 04:32 pm
psyche29: Marvin the Martian, arms crossed with text "very angry indeed" (very angry indeed)
I hate my job.

Stop, rephrase. I hate what my job has become.

It's been a while since I bitched about work, so I might as well dive back in while my frustration is raging, right?

Everything has been fucked up and busy as hell since, oh, the last time I posted about work. Which was, admittedly, last year. Nothing got any better, and then someone decided to merge the professional billing with the hospital billing WITH ONLY THREE MONTHS WORTH OF PLANNING.

Which, of course, fucked everything into a billion more pieces than it already was, so you can imagine the headaches in this place.

My dipshit coworker finally retired at the end of April, but did literally NO* work the whole last week, and of course the only other person who knew how to do it was me.

Then they moved cash application down to yet another new manager and supervisor, and these ones, we've discovered, are micro-managers. We've been on our own for the better part of eight years, and suddenly we're under what feels like a microscope.

"You should only be taking two minutes in the bathroom."

"You need to fill out this stat sheet every single day."

"You need to log how many phone calls you get and how long each one takes."

And a bunch of other piddly things that while they do add up, it takes me fifteen to thirty minutes just to do the motherfucking recording of all this shit, and then they ask, "What took you this half hour?" and "You were gone from your desk for four minutes, what were you doing?" Well Jesus Christ on motherfucking stilts, calculating all that shit took half an hour alone! And I was in the bathroom for four minutes; if you can do it in two, then don't touch me or anything on my desk because you aren't cleaning yourself or your hands properly. Two minutes. It takes thirty seconds to walk there and another thirty to walk back, I cannot pee that fast, SUE ME. Fuckers.

I've been trying to train people and so I'm pulled away from my desk just as much as before, yet they're unable to see that it cuts into the time I should be able to use for actually posting the damn cash. It's like I'm back to the first couple years with my first supervisor here, and I am just about ready to tell them to fuck themselves running. Like, literally - just leave all of this stuff to them. They have NO idea what's untouched yet, because I can't get past this other shit Asshole McBastardPants left. It's a vicious cycle and there's just no end in sight.

I have been trying to be open minded about things because I know I resist change like nobody's business (Look, I just think you should make it perfectly clear - preferably with examples/proof - that the changes will make things better and smoother and not be a pain in everyone's collective damn ass, okay?), but I've given it over a month now and it should have gotten better but hasn't.

Impatient? Me? Damn skippy.


*No, seriously, he did NOTHING the whole last week. He ignored everything that came up that was his, walked around and chatted with people, made appointments to talk to people in HR and was basically everywhere but his desk. When his ass actually managed to find his desk chair, he only took small piles of work THAT HE'D ALREADY DONE and pretended to look them up so it looked like he was working. I WATCHED HIM DO THIS. It wasn't surprising, really, but at the same time, just-. WTF.
psyche29: Severus Snape as Potterpuff, looking skeptical, text "severus snape is not paid enough for this" (not paid enough)
You know, of the few people I work directly with each and every day, I am the baby - but somehow, I am also the most mature. I know, crazy, right?

I am not paid enough for this. )

I can has winning lottery ticket now?

I don't have any desire to be wealthy - I only need enough to support my family while I quit and look for a better job. *sigh*
psyche29: little girl watching something with an uncertain look on her face (mary secret garden)
Talked to Mom this morning. She said she talked to Dad and they're going to do the test in two parts, so they'll keep him again tonight. She wanted to know if we were going to see him later, and if so, could we pick her up and take her along so she doesn't have to ask Steve again.

Of course we can, and we decided we WILL go to visit him, so of course we'll fetch her on the way, we know how she is about driving.

But at the same time, JESUS, Mom - I don't like to drive, either, but I CAN DO IT IF I HAVE TO. *rolls eyes*

This is just making her a basket case.

Well. More of a basket case than usual, anyway.

It makes me think of everything I'll have to take on should Bad Things Happen, which makes me feel selfish, but EXHAUSTED with the sheer enormity of it. I don't even know if I can coherently explain everything that would go into that kind of disaster. Just know that it would be Huge and Not Good.

re: Dad

Apr. 21st, 2010 08:31 am
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (marvin hmph)
I have since talked to him. He's had the frigging chest pains since LAST WEDNESDAY. He called the doctor to make an appointment, and when they asked why and he told them, THEY told him to call the nurse line, where he was then told to go to the hospital. Christ Jesus, this man is such a bloody MAN! Image and video hosting by TinyPic

His right leg is also swollen from the knee down. At the hospital yesterday an EKG was done, and while it was abnormal, the doctors seem to feel it's "not necessarily heart-attack-related." They kept him overnight because they're doing a nuclear stress test this morning and also looking for clots.
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (harder to breathe)
Dear Dad,

I am your oldest and sanest child. I should not have to find out from one of the most unstable ones that you have had chest pains for three days and have been at the hospital since 2:30 this afternoon, after you finally called the nurse line...and that after she beat around the bush about being worried and forced me to roll my eyes and ask flat-out if she was planning to spill it or just be all vague about it.

I am aware that I am an adult and no longer really get to qualify as Daddy's Little Girl, but I do still expect you to instruct SOMEONE to call me, if you're unable to just do it your bloody self. I'm the one who will have to clean up the aftermath should Bad Things Happen, so I'm pretty sure I'm entitled to a call from you or someone else under your direction.

And dammit, you should have called me two days ago, when said chest pains had been present for 24 hours. I am Not Amused.

I expect a phone call tomorrow after your nuclear stress test to let me know how it went. I expect another phone call when you get the results from that test. And I expect phone calls for any subsequent tests and results. I know we live only a couple miles apart, and that I'm really not a Chat-on-the-Phone Kind of Girl, but there are reasons for having a phone in the first place. This would be one of them. Put your Dad suit on and CALL ME.

I am Irritated With You.

But I Still Love You, You Bonehead,



Dec. 10th, 2009 12:33 pm
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (care so little)
I've had it at work. I don't give a shit anymore; I'm just going to do my job and then go the hell home. I'm tired of being talked over, of being told by the new manager that she understands my point when she won't even let me finish making it. I've had about enough of being asked the same question over and over; I don't make a habit of lying about my work, about what I say I'll do, as anyone here will tell her, as many HAVE told her.

There was a quarterly finance meeting yesterday for all the managers, and according to Victoria in our meeting this morning, she felt bad because all the other managers were bragging about their staff and she couldn't brag about us. There was nothing big or spectacular to brag about, so she didn't say anything.

I tried telling her that in my position, we don't have an opportunity for the kind of spectacular thing she's wanting; all we can do is our jobs, within the assigned time frame - there is nothing we can do that would be considered HUGE and brag-worthy because it would just be part of our job. She was talking over me before I finished, telling me she knew what I meant. Karen, in refunds, has been doing a two person job by herself for two months and keeping up with it just fine, which eliminates the need to hire another full-time employee to replace the one who'd retired, and therefore saves money. Me and my cashiers are posting money faster than ever before. You know what she said? I shit you not, she said, verbatim: "That's not good enough. It has to be something big. Do something huge so I can brag next March."

I am so not kidding; those were her exact words.

There's a pilot program going on right now with IT; one of our better IT guys is training a few people within each unit to be "superusers," the first point-off people when others are having computer problems. So much time is wasted by IT for little things like cords coming loose, restarting a computer, etc., and by having a few designated people on each unit to kind of triage issues, a lot of calls to the help desk will be eliminated and lots of time and resources saved, not to mention money. I'm one of the superusers, and five others. She started talking about it, and got one fact wrong, misexplained the rest of it, then failed to pass on the information they all needed to know. I tried to bring it up again, and she began talking over me again!

I don't even know why I bother anymore. I give up entirely. I tried being open-minded, I tried giving her the benefit of the doubt, I think I have been ridiculously understanding. I was supposed to have a one-on-one with her today, but I didn't bother going. There's nothing she can do for me, especially when she has never once let me finish a fucking sentence. I am done.

On a separate yet related note, who knows how to write a resumé that can make something out of nothing? Because that's where I get hung up, and I am at the point where I just want someone to write it for me.

A winning lottery ticket would also suffice. Just sayin'.
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Run-on sentence warning: I read a lot of Harry Potter fanfic when I'm able, and I always wonder exactly what it takes for someone to be a beta reader, because some sites are SO super-strict about what they take and what they don't, but then I find stories that have horrible grammar usage, sentence structure, misspelling, etc, and I wonder exactly what kind of standards these people actually have when the stories they host are in serious need of fixing.

So, [ profile] coonassblondie posted some pimpage for a Hermione-centric "big bang" fest thing, and after taking a peek, I decided to sign up as a beta reader.

[ profile] hermionebigbang

We'll see if they like me enough to do it, but I'm really kind of hoping to give it a stab.
psyche29: Hobbes (the tiger from Calvin and Hobbes) with his hands in the air, grinning and sparkles all around, text "squee" (squee)
1. OMFG-OMFG-OMFG-OMFG-OMFG, THEY'RE GIVING ME LEAD PAY!! BEGINNING MONDAY, I GET FOUR HOURS OF LEAD PAY EVERY DAY, WHICH IS AN EXTRA DOLLAR AN HOUR FOR EACH OF THOSE FOUR HOURS!! TOTAL CAPSLOCK HAPPY BOOGIE DANCE! Seriously, I had NO faith whatsoever that this would be coming any time soon, if ever. And here today, Sue laid it out for me. No trap, no nothing. Just FINALLY, acknowledgment that I do so much more than my fair share around work. SO. RIDICULOUSLY. PLEASED.

2. That doesn't lessen my work load, sadly, but it's a HUGE step in the right direction...especially as I'm the first to whom they've given this. Ever.

3. Also, I'm supposed to move back down to the other end, but split my stuff between the non-desk and the big desk. Sue hasn't quite thought this through, but she'll get with the program soon enough. I hope. She's as stubborn as I am when it comes to being right.

4. I can't find my paint shop pro, so I spent some of my lunch hour fiddling around with and made a few avatars. Use what you like, as you like. Credit would be lovely, but isn't hugely necessary.

Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket

The third one is the last part of 1 Corinthians 13:13. The fourth I made up. And the fifth is part of a quote by..uh... *goes to look it up* ...Erica Jong from O Magazine in February of 2004: "Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for." In case you wondered. :)

I may make more later this weekend. And perhaps I'll post them to that community I joined...if I figure out the rules and what they mean... (Beth, that was a hint for help...)

5. Um. I can't remember what I was- OH. I finished my seventh book of the year today. I'm not really on a goal or anything to read a specific number this year, but I know some of you are, so I wondered where you're at compared to me. Out of a ridiculous abundance of curiosity, I guess. Indulge me.

6. Oh, and those of you who care about hair and fashion and the like? HELP ME. It is winter, it is cold, the air is brittle. MY HAIR IS SO STATICKY THAT I'M SHOCKING MYSELF EVERY-DAMN-WHERE. What will help this without weighing down or destroying my hair? Or making me need to wash it every damn day, which only exacerbates the problem? I can't keep sticking lotion in it. That doesn't destroy it, but it does weigh it down and make it get oilier faster. I'm looking for a specific product, I suppose - but please keep in mind that I am a NO-maintenance type of girl. I wash my hair, I condition it, I go. I own neither a curling iron nor a hair dryer. I suppose I could pick up a dryer if I must, but UGH.

Also - my hair is already stick-straight and baby fine (and has oily tendencies at the scalp) , but I've heard that a straightener might help. Any tips or ideas or corrections on that? A straightener is more work than I am probably willing to put into it, but seriously, this is ridiculous. I pull a brush through my hair, and it just goes everywhere, sticks everywhere. Uncool, uncomfy, makes me look stupid. And I don't own a comb, though I doubt it'd make a huge difference. I need to know what to do. PLEASE HELP.

7. Waffle breakfast tomorrow. Completely incredible pecan syrup, here I come. Wonder if they'll notice me sneaking the huge bottle out inside my coat? Maybe I oughtn't, it's in a church, after all... *snerk*

Hey, all.

Jan. 29th, 2009 11:28 pm
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (where the heart is)
1. Sarah's been dropping not-so-subtle hints for me to watch The Office for the last, what, year? Two? How long have I known you, Sarah? Anyway, I still haven't managed to watch it. Clips here and there, and pictures all over the place. And then, last night, we watched a completely ridiculous Will Ferrell movie called "Blades of Glory." And Jenna Fischer was in it, and why did I never really look closely at this woman? She's so beautiful! Look at her!



2. Work is...ridiculous. It's month end. My desk looks like somebody threw a truckload of paper bombs at it. I already mentioned this to Beth, but I've got a folder full of stuff labeled "Miscellaneous Stuff I Receive That I Should Probably Be Doing Something With, But As I Don't Quite Know What That Is, I'll Keep Sticking It In Here Until I Do." Seriously. I took a picture today just so I could show you, but then forgot to load it off the camera, so it'll have to wait because it's just not on my list of priorities right now. Sorry.

3. My calculator - you know, my pretty, printing, amazing calculator that I use at work? It's been buried for two weeks. I've been doing all my figuring longhand because moving everything on top of it is too much to contemplate right at the moment. I realized today how much I miss it. And don't tell me to use a handheld calculator. I can't use those properly, the figure never comes out right for me because they do calculations just a little differently. And I have enough to do without having to reestablish muscle memory just so I can use a damn handheld.

4. Chuck. He's made of win. Nothing makes my heart soar more than when he comes to find me in search of work to do. Especially when he takes the reject reports, which he regards with near abject terror. He LOATHES them and they are always the very last thing he'll take from me. He will completely deplete my keying pile and wring out every last drop before he'll consider taking a reject report. He took half the pile yesterday, which gave me that lovely, giddy feeling because I was backed up into mid-December with them.

5. Michelle gets some major props, too. She's a bit of a problem child in that she's not very good. At anything. But she's been keeping up with her stuff, and has been running out. Because of that, I had to find something I could trust her with so she'd have something to do. And as a result, the majority of my filing is now done. SO. AWESOME. Yes, OK, I get a thrill from people willingly taking on tasks I can't get around to myself. Sue me.

6. Mikey's been pretty good lately, so things are OK there. We're making him read about fifteen minutes to half an hour each night recently. Awesome for me because it means that much more time with no screen on.

7. I still have to go apartment hunting. Suckish.

8. I have been having BATSHIT CRAZY dreams lately. Classic, completely MESSED. UP. Kim-dreams. It's got to be my brain letting go, since it can't do so in real life, during waking hours. Right? Either that, or I should really be committed*.

9. Tired now, and I have to pee. If I think of anything more, well, I guess y'all will just have to wait until I manage to get here and post again, not that anyone's exactly waiting at the edge of their seat to hear about my life...or lack, thereof. *snerk*

*Please don't. Commit me, that is. I really, really don't have room in my life right now to be taken away by the nice, young men in their clean, white coats.
psyche29: blue background, text "Shit! My pen is running out. Why does the world keep fucking me?!" (pen is running out)
1. A little late, but nonetheless: Welcome to the Presidency, Mr. President! I am looking forward to the next four years!!

2. She's been gone three full days. Sue told me on Friday that she's counting on me to keep the cash app area running smoothly. Me and Chuck. But mostly me, because I'm the one who keeps Chuck from exploding into a billion tiny pieces and quitting when he gets frustrated and upset.

2a. I dreamed Saturday night that Chuck announced he, too, was moving away and therefore leaving me. I was devastated, and I woke up crying. I was going to go in Monday and kick him while informing him, "You CAN'T leave. And stay out of my dreams!" But that might have been more than a little awkward, so I didn't.

3. Sue and I also chatted on Friday about how I don't really want to be a supervisor, but if change is indeed coming and they decide to open up lead worker positions, then I want one of THOSE. Especially as I've been doing the work of a lead for, oh, six years, now.

4. This morning, at nine o'clock, Sue told me she was going to email people to instruct them that ALL payment questions go to me now. Then failed to send ME the email so I could see what it actually said. I cleaned my box out twice this afternoon already. Boy, people don't give a girl a chance to collect herself, do they?

5. I also received an email from the downstairs supervisor. Lucky for me, I'm the only person on the whole entire floor he gets along with easily, so he called me late this afternoon and chatted with me a bit, explaining a few things and offering his help. Thank you, Lord, for small favors.

6. All that said - I REALLY don't want to be a supervisor unless they're offering me the pay raise of the century. In the last three days alone, I've been given about fifty new things to look after, with no relief of my original workload. So, supervisor duties without a raise. Uncool. But hey, at least I get to help head a meeting tomorrow where I get to tell sixteen people who get paid more than I do that they're all doing stuff wrong. Silver lining, right?

7. Dear IT and People Who Give Them Orders:

You know, some of us don't leave our desks at lunchtime because we prefer to keep to ourselves and read or go online or check email, etc. I don't fit in with any of the little cliques around here, nor do I pretend I do. I have a million things to do outside of work, and as I'm unpaid for that precious, pithy little half hour you give me, I think I ought to be able to surf the web while I eat - if I eat - if I so choose.

I still can, of course, but you're making it difficult when you block every fucking site I use. I understand blocking myspace (which I think is ridiculous anyway and I don't use) and I even understand blocking YouTube and Facebook. And while I understand why LiveJournal might be considered similar, I think it was a shit move and you can all just go to fucking hell.

Better yet, how about I leave? I'll plant cameras first, then gleefully watch from home the downfall of an entire hospital organization because you know what? I post the money this institution receives. And now that my boss is gone, I'm the only one who knows how to do all of it.

I hope you all drown in your own pools of diarrhea.

No love - not in any form,

8. Spaghetti dinner went just fine. It was tasty, people ate it, no one keeled over, and some people who knew how stuff in the kitchen worked came early and stayed late to help me. Bless them, Lord, for they know EXACTLY what they do and I am eternally grateful for it.

9. Haven't gone apartment hunting yet. I so need to get on that. Beth, how long was that special on at your new place? Do you know? We need to check them out.

10. Mikey had to "invent" something for an invention fair over Christmas break. He invented this little device you put right over your glasses, then move a little handle back and forth so it wipes your glasses like windshield wipers. (Yes, pictures will be forthcoming.) His teacher could NOT stop fawning over it. She said to Matt at the invention fair the fourth graders had that a lot of the kids had inventions that were really already invented, but Mikey's was so, so cool. I guess she's taken it to other classes, other teachers, she's had him demonstrate it for all his other classes he's in, she's taken it down to the office to show it off - she is SO. PROUD. of it and of him, and it's just really, really nice to see something so positive in the midst of almost constant "I-got-my-name-on-the-board-again." Just had to share.

11. A meme or two will follow this post - stay tuned. :)
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (WTF?)

At year-end, in the accounting office?

They have GOT to be fucking kidding me.

I've got a million and one things to accomplish before I go home on December 31st, and these morons take down the entire computer system for two hours.

*throws up hands in resignation*



This stupid test took three bloody hours out of my workday, and the whole time there was this pinched-face little woman up here, observing what we do during downtime. There was nothing for me TO do!! Normally I'd file all this crap I haven't filed since, oh, September. But the Denial Unit people were in there, pulling EOBs, so I was told not to go in there by my supervisor (not her fault, I'm not angry with her). I was told to tidy up my desk. I did, but it looks exactly the way it did before the frigging downtime because everything on it? Yeah, it all needs to be filed. I have a two-foot pile of remits that I need to put away, and that's not even because I'm lazy and have been hanging onto them like the other stuff I need to file; there's currently no room in the file room because I can't get in there to clean it out till January.

So I did my best to look busy and move paper from one side of my desk to the other throughout this whole stupid-ass "test." Which they should have scheduled for, oh, I don't know, FEBRUARY. Idiots. I swear to God, it took everything in me not to swear violently and creatively. So now I'm pissy and mean because I've got all that stress bottled up.

People should REALLY just listen to me and do what the hell I tell them to do.
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (worth fighting for)
And you know what? That alone gives me more hope than I've had throughout these last crazy months.

Is there anything this man - with his family, with his running mate, with his team, with his country - can't do?

I - we - go forth with hope.

Rise up, America; we've work to do.
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (worth fighting for)

Just thought I'd get that out of my system.

I got to the church (my polling place) at 6:50 this morning, ten minutes before the polls opened. The line at that time was about 200 people long - the room with the rows of chairs was full, the line was out the door, down the hallway, and had begun to go circular in the entryway when I arrived. I joined the line right at the end, which was in the middle of the circle. Yowsers. But it moved quickly enough, and I was only 15 minutes late for work. But on Election Days, that's allowed. XD.

When we got here at my work, this is what we saw:


While funny as hell, and sadly true, where do I find that kind of time for myself?! A lot of work went into that!
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (Default)

I got this in an email my husband sent and sat here giggling for several minutes. Felt the need to share with y'all.


Hope it gave you a laugh, I sure got one!! XDXDXD.
psyche29: Severus Snape as Potterpuff, looking skeptical, text "severus snape is not paid enough for this" (not paid enough)
Today, the lady who does all the supply ordering came to my desk with a worker guy and a cart with a huge package on it. She wanted to know if I ordered a "pedestal" for my desk.

I did, but only remotely. It wasn't even me, it was the manager who's gung-ho to move me back to the other end. And just for the record, "pedestal" = "file drawers to go under the desk."

So I take her and the worker guy (who was WAY hot, man, I could've licked him) over to where I'm supposed to be moving, and the first thing he does is measure the one fixed table. Yay, the drawers will fit.

But here's where it gets tricky: because the space is NOT meant for a desk of any kind, there are important, necessary wires sticking out one side from both the wall and the cubicle wall. So he can't stick it on the right side, he'll have to stick it in the middle - which means I wouldn't have any place to stick my legs, I'd be straddling a file cabinet all day, every day.

I point out, "Hey, what if we move this unfixed table to the other side - could you put the drawers on the left?" He says sure, and proceeds to pick up the table all on his own and move it (love muscles, sometimes). Then he gets down to check the left side, there.

Alas - thats where BOTH plugs are for me to plug stuff in. Go figure. So now my supervisor is over there, trying to decide what we should do. She's on the fixed desk, leaning over the cube wall to see if there are plugs on the other side, then she's on the floor, trying to determine which wires are which.

I, being brilliant, announce that we could always just use a frigging extension cord like I had to at my OLD desk. Light bulbs go on over three other heads, and the hunt is on for a surge protector unit with an extension cord. Two other supervisors are consulted and the entire floor is being searched.

I went back to my current desk and left them to it...God, what a circus.

The only bad thing about all this? The manager wasn't even on the floor to see what kind of havoc she's created. *rolls eyes* People really should just listen to me in the first place.
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (unless I'm wrong)
My grandfather sent me this email today - it's one of many that I receive every day, and while they never blatantly say "Republicans should Rule," they piss me off. This one sent me over the edge:

Click to make your blood boil. )

So I sent an email back to him:

My pissed-off response. )

It's funny - my grandfather and I get along just fine, and I love him insanely. But the filth he keeps spreading just drove me over the edge this time. Wonder how long till he forwards my response to my dad? XD.

EDIT: He emailed me back - and how completely typical a response: Obviously someone can't take a joke.

*LOL* I adore the fact that he didn't counter ANY of my points.

And then I had another email from him that said this: Quote for the day )

And I had to laugh out loud, because it was mostly true...and that was exactly what I did. *hehe*


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