Big Job Ahead

For many reasons, I am needing to “repackage” myself for my next career move. I am assuming that the next job I look for will be in the state I plan to move to…where no one knows me and so I have somewhat a new start. I am not sure what the job market there is like so I am thinking that I need to start repackaging now.

The big job is going to be remembering all of the places that I have my resume posted online and going to take each of them down. I am wondering if just completely erasing the accounts and starting all over again is maybe the best way to go.

This doesn’t mean that I intend to lie about my past or my experience. I think there are ways to make myself more marketable and appealing, though, and I can’t do that with the current look/feel of my resume.

The hardest part is going to be references, though. Once you’ve left a job and haven’t been there for a while, the people who knew you who might be good references go away, too. And the best reference letter I have… well…. the person who wrote it has moved on multiple times and I doubt he is still reachable.

I’m hoping to get everything tracked down and taken care of by the end of the month and then can start on the new stuff. Then, by June I will be up and running with the new look.

The shit’s gonna hit the fan…

I’ve known for a week and a half or so that we have people coming in from out of town. I did everything I was supposed to do to make this go smoothly and… yeahhhh… not so much.

There are 6 people coming. 4 of them let me make their travel arrangements. 2 of them would not cooperate with that. Fine. At least they all got their flights booked. I did manage to get everyone booked into the same hotel but had one guy tell me he cannot sleep if there’s noise. As if I can do anything about the noise level at the hotel. Whatever.

I was supposed to have agendas early last week so I could plan refreshments and lunches. Guess what I still did not have when I left Friday night? If you said agendas, you would be correct. So there are no lunches or refreshments on deck. Nor have I made any plan to pick up breakfast for tomorrow because no one gave me any instructions.

I am supposed to talk to our Borg Cube representative to get badges for visitors. Guess who was on vacation last week? So, the pseudo replacement guy, who I told on MONDAY that I needed badges pops in on FRIDAY at 4:30 to let me know that he “forgot”. Well, that’s SUPER. I only talked to him 3-4 times last week and he sat in my office with his laptop allegedly ordering the badges but apparently only PRETENDING to do so to placate me or something.

Now… the other part of this is… to have computer access at our facility, Computer Guru needs to have informaiton. Which I asked our travelers for. Twice. ONE of them got the information to me. One of SIX. Again, FABULOUS.

So, here’s what’s going to happen… we are going to have a bunch of overtired, jet-lagged visitors who won’t have badges, won’t have breakfast, won’t have lunch, won’t have computer access and won’t get a damn thing accomplished because no one has any sort of organized PLAN and who is going to be the one who looks like a schmuck who didn’t do her job? Yeah, that would be me.

I only hope I have the presence of mind to smile, nod my head, and take being yelled at for things that were not in my control and not totally lose my shit. I hate the whole “I’m not going to let some stupid SECRETARY tell me what to do” mentality.

I’m also looking forward to planning this big site celebration that I found out about totally accidentally and it looks like I will be given approximately a week to put together something that would optimistically take a month to put together well.

My mantra is “this is a contract position and the contract has an end”. If this was going to be a long term gig, I’d be losing sleep over the problems I KNOW are coming, but.. ummmm… knowing it’s only temporary I’m just trying to roll with the punches. And I have every reason to believe it is gonna be one of “those” weeks. I’ll let you know.

Communication Skills

I think I may have noted that I’ve been told I have very inferior communication skills. But yet another situation has come up where I have to wonder if it is really MY communication skills that are the issue?

I got an email today from HR Lady @ Corporate Office. She is traveling to my office. She asked about the site celebration that is planned for the time she is in town. Wait, what? Site celebration? Not one peep had been said to ME about any site celebration.

So, I dutifully pinged Mr. Bossman. And he said “ummm, yeah, that’s supposed to be a secret” and I responded that HR Lady believes that I am planning this celebration. Some of the things mentioned take WEEKS of planning. This isn’t the sort of thing you can just throw together, but yet I am going to be left with approximately 2 weeks to plan and execute it.

Honestly, I am good at what I do but I will have to say that it is rare that I can pull off miracles. I plan things so I don’t have to rush (rushing leads to mistakes that would have been avoided with planning) and I hate that the lack of communication now puts me on a “rush this” time schedule. Not cool.

But you all know as well as I do… when/if things don’t happen perfectly, it won’t be Mr. Bossman who takes the heat. It’ll be the person who was tasked, however last minute, with pulling off the amazing with not enough time.

A letter to someone else’s boss

Dear Little Hannity,

I know you’ll never read this but I need to write it anyways. Because if I don’t there may be random acts of unpleasantness in your future and I just think it’s better for both of us if I write you a little letter.

My friend, we’ll just call my friend “Downtrodden” for the rest of this letter, works for you. Downtrodden knew that there was an on-call portion to the job when he started. He was TOLD it would be one weekend a month and, really, that isn’t all THAT awful. But on-call means you are working for 12 days in a row and then have a weekend (a mere 2 days off). So when you are working on call every other frickin week that’s 12 on/2 off/12 on/2 off and THAT is simply inhuman and not what Downtrodden signed up for. Add to that the fact that on-call USED to mean overtime most of the time and there was at least a paltry financial reward for being tethered to your phone all frickin weekend, answering the beck and call of the lonely. And yeah, most of the weekend calls are from LONELY people who want SOMEONE to pay attention. But now you’ve decided that the best plan EVAR is to “short” hours before oncall time thus making sure your employees don’t get any financial bonus and are, instead, compelled to come into the office if they don’t get enough emergency call action.

Another thing I am going to take issue with. Downtrodden now uses his own phone instead of the company phone on his oncall weekends. When, exactly, are you going to start chipping in to pay part of our cell phone bill? Yeah… I thought as much…. Hrumph.

Also, your habit of telling Downtrodden lies because you haven’t got the balls to be upfront about what a lazy fuck you are is not appealing nor is it making you any friends. And telling Downtrodden to do X and then getting mad when he does X and claiming you never said to do X? Let’s just say that I believe you are still amongst the living after that bullshit only because Downtrodden doesn’t REALLY want to have to watch his ass (literally) in a prison shower. Pray he never develops a fetish for playing rousing games of “we don’t DROP the soap in here, son!”

Finally (for this letter anyways), I’d like to address your bullshit reason that you are out of the oncall rotation. If you are SO BUSY on weekends for a friggin’ month ahead of inventory time that you cannot take your turn oncall, then maybe your happy ass better figure out a better system. Of all the people on call, I think YOU are the one who SHOULD take extra shifts. You make more money as a base salary than Downtrodden.

Hate & Pinches,
MsCleanslate

The Trouble with Travel

It’s been quite a while since I’ve been involved in arranging travel as a part of my job. Back in “the old days” you called up a travel agent and they gave you the fare that made them the biggest commission lowest possible fare, you booked it and were done.

Oh, those were the days. Now, in addition to the airlines having websites and the hotels having websites and the rental car companies having websites there are all the sites like Orbitz and Expedia and Travelocity and Pleasescrewmetheleast.com and the information any given site gives you on any given day about any given itinerary could change if you don’t book right NOW! No, you don’t have time to ask the traveler… book NOW! Ooops, too late, now your fare goes up $50! BWAHAHAHAHAHAA!

And then I have the joy of trying to coordinate travelers and Traveler A can’t POSSIBLY get up for an 8:30AM flight and Traveler B has to have a Vegetarian Kosher No Nut Product Within a 500 Square Mile Radius Meal and Traveler C cannot sleep if there is any noise but won’t invest in a 50 cent pair of earplugs and don’t you DARE book Traveler D in one of those hotels where the beds are as hard as a rock! As if I have been to each local hotel to test their beds! Next thing you know they’ll want me to do a personal inspection with a blacklight to “see how many fluids have been liberated” in their rooms! No, I cannot tell you if a particular hotel has “the naughty channels” nor can I tell you the cost per adult movie at each of the fine hotel establishments in this town. I can sheepishly confess to having stayed in the cracktacular motel that is just down the road (because I didn’t know any better and was broker than a celibate hooker).

I think I need to go wash this day off now… it’s got me feeling a little icky…

Stepping out of the lunch line

Come take a walk down Memory Lane with Ms. Cleanslate…

If we go back to grade school, I think we find where this all began. I was never a popular kid. I was always taller and bigger than most of the other kids. Plus, I came to the state I live in now when I was 6 and was always quite vocal about how I am not FROM here, not catching the fact that saying that tended to make the natives quite hostile.

Going to a boarding school when your parents aren’t “somebody” and when your family doesn’t have money and all of your college money is going towards paying tuition and your parents not understanding or caring that you not having the money to go out like the other kids do is a SERIOUS social crippler. And again, I wasn’t svelte nor willing to puke up all of my meals to fit in.

So, I think it’s safe to say that I have pretty much a lifetime of social awkwardness under my belt.

Back to the present day… I am working at a VBC and my workgroup goes out weekly. They talk shop at lunch and because I am not a programmer or an engineer, I will admit to being completely lost and having absolutely NOTHING to contribute to conversations. Add to that the fact that I don’t own my own vehicle so have to hitch a ride with someone and complete the picture of awkwardness.

So, I am now attempting to come up with some acceptable reasons for skipping these lunches. If I drove, I’d just sortve slip out to run errands when it was lunchtime. I am thinking that perhaps just saying that there is naught but dustbunnies in my wallet might work. In any case, I just think it would be better for everyone if I stopped trying to fit in.

Which leads me to my next musing.. I’m getting older now and wonder if I will ever stop caring about what other people think and about fitting in. I’ve never really made peace with being a loner. I sortve pretend that I’m ok with it, but I spend alot of time feeling awkward and trying to fight back tears and it’s very draining to try so hard and know that you are just NOT going to be “one of them”… ever…. EVER. I think some of it has to do with accepting one’s lot in life. Admins usually do not have peers because most offices have one Admin. It is the nature of the job. I don’t have a degree so there’s really not somewhere “up the ladder” for me to go and there isn’t the money nor the time to go and GET a degree.

So, I think it’s time to step out of the lunch line and embrace the Lone Admin status once again.

Go Team! (Wait, why are you all walking away?)

Wednesday is “team lunch” day. I was told this and told that I am invited along to the team lunch and all is right and happy in the world and knowing it was team lunch day (today being Wednesday and all) I didn’t bring a lunch nor make provisions for driving the vehicle so I could go out and fetch a lunch. So, imagine my surprise (with a side of EXTREMELY PISSED OFF) when I found out that the “team” went out to lunch today without a word to me. This lead to ME having a very long and hungry (and increasingly frustrated and crabby) afternoon.

Add to this that I’ve been trying to get a damn expense report finished for The Boss for 3 days now and today, AFTER he’s hit submit, he emails me and asks if I did his airline ticket as “company paid”. The answer to which was NO because the only credit card listed in the profile is his personal card and I had NO WAY OF KNOWING that there was another way for him to be paying for things because it was never fucking mentioned to me and I am not The Amazing Kreskin! So, here it is, time to punch out, I have my ride waiting for me and The Boss wants his report fixed. Here’s what gets me. It’s a simple process. It isn’t like he’s never done it before, but he expects ME to go in and click on the drop down box to change it. Now, I don’t mind doing these reports… really, I don’t. But I MIND when someone is perfectly capable of doing something themselves and they not only choose not to do it but point the finger of blame AND expect me to fix it when it would be 100 times more efficient to just do it themselves!!

Ahhh yes… I had to do a minute or two of deep breathing and remind myself that somehow it is better for me to be employed and dealing with this aggravation than it is to be unemployed and cleaning litter boxes at home.

A delightful serving of humble pie

This will be a rather short post… I am just providing one last lil followup to my previous couple of posts.

Round about 6:15 tonight, Mr. Assclown comes into my office and hands over the copy of Project that he had so self-righteously insisted was his. Turns out both my boss and Euroboss said he needed to give me MY copy of the software and that once his was approved, he’d get his copy.

I know he was hoping it wouldn’t install on my system… but it did.

Ran into my former boss in the hall. She looks older.

I’m exhausted and am planning on calling it an early night.

A lil’ followup…

As you may (or may not) recall from Friday’s post… Mr. Assclown asserted that he’s been waiting MONTHS for his copy of Project. Well, my friends, a little investigation put me in touch with the following nugget of knowledge…

Mr. Assclown ordered Project on March 4th. His request is still sitting UNAPPROVED by his manager, Euroboss. Remember, if you will, that another of his assertions was that Euroboss would want him to have Project over lowly lil’ me. Yeah, that’s why Euroboss has let that request just sit there without approving it… obviously Euroboss is losing sleep over the fact that Mr. Assclown cannot use Project “weeks ago”.

I know it’s petty and maybe juvenile of me to feel so… validated by the fact that I was 100% correct that the copy of Project that Mr. Assclown appropriated was supposed to be MINE. I hope I get SOME credit, though, for just dropping it and not letting it become the arguement that Mr. Assclown seemed so hot on making it become.

The underlying issue here, though, is that the software SHOULD have been clearly labeled who it was for so there would not have been an issue in the first place.

I don’t even really care how this gets resolved. I’ll either get the software or I won’t and I’m enough of a professional that I’m not going to gloat (much) when/if Mr. Assclown gets told that he was WRONG. I know I’ll never get an apology for him being such an asshat to me so what happens, at this point, is really not even something I am really emotionally invested in. I get the feeling more and more that Previous Person was pretty much a useless piece o’ fluff and I’ve been written off as the same. There are two roads I can take… I can bust my ass and prove that untrue or I can just keep my head down, do my job and not give a rat’s ass about what people think. And I’ll tell you right up front that I’m not gonna be busting my ass because that has never ONCE been a tactic that has resulted in any long-term gain for me. I’m more than willing to put in the hours and go the extra mile. I’ve done that at job after job… it’s not saved me from being downsized or phased out.

I just want to go and do the job and when I leave at night, the job stays where it is and I can walk away from it without having to think about it. If this was “the one”, I’d likely feel different. But, it’s not. I don’t even know if “the one” exists. Is it different anywhere out there or does this dysfunctional stuff exist everywhere and I should just lose the illusion that there is salvation waiting somewhere?

Honeymoon’s Over…

I had been hoping that this job was “the one”… the one that didn’t have epic levels of asshattery to deal with, the one where people acted like adults, the one where I finally got some respect and was a valuable member of the team. Alas, that was not to be.

It’s been a glorious three weeks, though and I am impressed it took three weeks for the asshattery to crawl out of the woodwork and sit it’s unwelcome ass square in the middle of my desk. But it was there today.

We’ll start with the folks who are coming to visit and the fact that while I was informed of their arrival in a rather roundabout way, I was doing what needed to be done and really did not need my cow-irkers to be “helpful” and try to do my job for me. Just how incompetent WAS the last person in this position? I am starting to get a really clear picture of just how incompetent… There are certain things that the person in my position is supposed to do and I was doing those things and really didn’t need people going AROUND me to do my job. I know I’m new, but try to give me SOME credit people.

I’ve tried to get important information from the visitors and get everything that needs to be done to the point where it is as done as it can be before they get here. It would have been nice of them to respond, right? I’m trying to help them and they can’t even be bothered to respond which does not bode well.

Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to procure a copy of MSProject so I can do the Project Managment thing that my boss wants me to do (which previous person didn’t do because her skillset was different than mine is) I did all of the things I am supposed to do to procure said piece of software and have been waiting for it to arrive. Another coworker comes in today and asks the coworker to be known from here out as Mr. Assclown if he still needs a copy of Project because they sent her another one. I ping The Lady of the Lab and ask what she did with the copy of Project because it’s supposed to be mine. She tells me she gave it to Mr. Assclown. I mosey over to Mr. Assclown’s office to get my copy of the software and he informs me he ordered it MONTHS ago and just installed it and now it’s registered at Microsoft on HIS computer and what do I, who is JUST A SECRETARY need with Project anyways because “it’s not like you know how to do scheduling” and I inform him that I have done Project Management before and it is something Mr. Bossman wants me to do. He snarks that Euroboss wants HIM to have Project and I can just download a free trial until they can get me the software because he’s been waiting MONTHS for it. I do some checking and find out that Mr. Assclown has not only not ordered the software in question but the last software he ordered at all was in 2006. There is no point in arguing with Mr. Assclown, even though I KNOW FOR A FACT that I am right and he is WRONG and that is MY software that his happy ass has installed on his computer and I may or may not have entertained the notion of hiding something that will become increasingly noxious in his office.

Of course, the time I DID waste researching and trying to resolve the issue without getting into a snarkfest put me way behind schedule to the point that I get to go in tomorrow and get done the things that I didn’t get done today.

On the up side, it will be sans an Assclown tomorrow and THAT will be wonderful!