OK, catchup post y’all.
Chav **** is no better. After several days of peaceful bliss, I was woken at 6:50 on Tuesday morning by the ****** putting his stereo on. Then his g/f yelling at him to turn it off. Then him singing instead. Then the stereo again.
I rang the letting agents and spoke to someone different – I think it’s the boss. And he said “contact the council”. I pointed out that I’d already done that and the last letter his company had sent allegedly told him he was on thin ice and would be out if I complained again. “Contact the council” again. ******.
So I’m contacting the council. I’ll also mention the party last night that ended with ornaments on my mantlepiece jumping in time to the “music”. Then him and his mates jumped in a taxi and ****** off. The last time that happened, they woke me at 12:45am with the stereo. Hence my trip to London late last night. The alternative would have been to get up at 5am and drive down… impossible if I was going to be woken at silly o’clock by that **** and his ******* mates.
So using our company’s travel booking firm, I sorted out a room at the Ibis in Crawley. Now, at my last job I’d just have gone online and booked it myself. But, no. We have to use this third party company. So I called them and the polite lady took my details and those of the hotel.
10 minutes later and I get a call back. “That hotel’s not on our preferred list (or something) so there’ll be a £5 surcharge. Is that OK?”
Well, fine. I’m not paying. I also passed on my credit card details as, again due to them not being a “partner” hotel, they needed a card to confirm the booking. An email came through moments later with all the details on. Smart. Though pointless as I could have had the same room booked 20 minutes earlier, also on my credit card and without the fiver admin charge.
Broom down the M1, M25 and M23 (I think I got caught by a cunting camera as well) and arrive at the hotel at about 1:00am. To find that my room booking was cancelled as they didn’t receive a credit card number to guarantee it.
Thank **** they still had rooms left. I’ll scream at the stupid bitch who was supposed to sort it tomorrow. And follow the advice of the lass from our company who I talked to on site who never uses them. She just books the hotels direct online. Against company policy, but a hell of a lot easier and cheaper.
Site was a farce. Basically, we had a Live Day yesterday. This usually involves the simple matter of a trainer attending site, making sure everything works and showing people how to use the system. Dead easy.
Only these arseholes decided that yesterday was also going to be the day they moved offices. Cue problems being called in such as “I’m printing out and it’s coming out upstairs”. That was because the user had been moved downstairs and their ******* printer was still on the first floor. Hardly our bastard fault.
I’d finally got all six printers up and going when some smarmy ***** passes me on the stairs and asks if I could possibly rename them all because they’ve all moved. Now, I spoke to this fucknut about 3 weeks ago, going over the post-audit checklist and one of the questions asked was “what do you want to name the printers?”. So I just listened while he droned on and gave me a list off the top of his head, mentally said “**** off and die”, audibly said “it’s a bit complex – we’ll do it remotely” and left.
I won’t even start on the Windows 95/98 machines that we warned them about a month ago that they still tried to get us to install on. At least theit head office share out opinion. Someone there told us they’re the worst bloody site to work with. They’re not wrong.
In fairness, there was on guy there who was spot on. Problem? OK – solutions? OK – go with that one. Dead easy. And he showed me funny videos of penguins dancing and a polar bear pretending to be a snow plough. So that was nice.
Got home about half five (courtesy of some seriously **** traffic – and if I ever see that cuntbag in the Rav4 that was driving inches off my back end again, I’ll feed him his own scrotum), and started on the out of hours patch I had to do. Finished at 7:30. A total of 3 hours’ overtime, most of which was spent getting my dinner sorted while someone in the office tested that it had worked OK.
So there you go. Last couple of days. Oh, handed a coursework in and got it back again – I like that tutor. No ******* about. Only three more to go… and I can skip one of them. It won’t affect my mark in the slightest. All I need is the damn time to do them…
Rav4 ****…better still, feed him to Scaryduck’s scrotum!
so a top day then?!
mine was **** too if that’s any comfort = wasted 4 1/2 hours in a pension trustee meeting in the afternoon, the biggest load of moany old gits you’d ever hope to drown in a bucket; then got home to find the ***** who’ve been “installing” new water pipes had got to our house, dug a massive hole, fiddled with the pipes, completely ****** it up and there was a massive stream of water frothing down the road – useless *****. No wonder there’s a water shortage when fuckwits like that are in charge of getting it done
Dread to think the state it’ll be in when I get home from work…
Dr Jim – great. Not even 9am at work and I have an image of a feathered scrotum floating round in my brain. ******* cheers.
Jj – must have been a day for it. I got a text from a mate while I was driving back from London. He’d just spend three hours in casualty to be told he’s knackered all the tendons in his ankle and needs 6 weeks of physio.
Your problems with your neighbours make mine seem trivial, after all the old lady that “looks at me funny” hardly compares.
Although her dog was barking at midnight, so I vaguely considered going round to check that she hadn’t died.
Couldn’t be arsed. Put some music on and went to sleep.
Cheeze-meister – welcome! Aw, I’d have checked. But mainly just to make sure that the dog was OK. I like dogs. Little old ladies (except my grannies who are wonderful) smell of wee and are strange.
Actually, my grannies are also strange but in a really nice way. I’d still rather have a little old lady next door than that chav ****. The smell of stale wee doesn’t travel through walls in the same way as bass.
*hopes she doesnt get chav neighbours*
Most company policies that annoy employees are the brainchildren of MDs who [will] never have to use the procedure themselves. — Me
e.g. Your company has a crap customer database. Guess who chose the software? The MD. Guess who never uses it? The MD.
Your company requires you to record your activities in n-minute intervals. Guess who decided that should happen? The MD. Guess who’s apparently exempt? The same MD.
etc. etc.
Caz – if you do, just give me a shout…
dcsun4 – I would like to point out that our CEO (I don’t know of we *have* an MD…) is utterly not like that. He’s great. And I’m not saying that in case he reads this blog. I have been nothing but impressed by staff attitude and morale here, and a large portion of that is down the the company ethos which basically puts staff first. This is the reverse of the last two companies I’ve worked for where staff have been **** on from a great height by a bunch of overpaid fuckwits who don’t give a cock about anyone as long as they get a big fat paypacket.
dcsun4 – (sounds like you went to Bradford uni) “timeheets in n-minute intervals”:
I know exactly what you mean. One place I worked at wanted me to account for my day in 10 minute blocks. I was always tempted to write something like “Had a bad time on the toilet – 20 minutes”, and let them work out which cost centre to book that one against 🙂
Chris – ever tried to log the time you spend filling in the timesheets on the actual timesheets? They get really arsey about that.
Here we do have to do something similar but it’s moderately ad-hoc and predominantly for billing time to customers which is fair do’s. I’m putting double hours for anything else I do for that ****** from yesterday…
Our times sheets at work are a joke! They only came in a few weeks ago, and mine didnt work for ages so i have to fill in 2 weeks worth all at one go….i put the actual entering of the time sheet down as ‘non-chargable admin’ i bet they’ll have a problem with that!!
Ours is an online thing and I spotted a small problem with it last month. As soon as month end has occured, the previous month “locks” so you can’t edit it. Which isn’t much help if you forget or aren’t in the office to put your hours in for the end of the month!
Luckily only the first of my examples applies to me (so far). If I had to account for my time as well, I’d be off for pastures new.
CP – Yes I was at Bradford. I believe I might have even spoken to you once or twice, assuming my memory for names isn’t running faulty again.
dcsun4 – I’m fairly certain you two have met before. You both did the same course, though a year apart, I think!