Job-related insanity

Today at work was insanity in several different flavors. I was running the job. I didn't have a walker. So I was both walking and running, which makes for OMG INSANE. I had people switch on, and they were causing assorted amounts of trouble -- there was some extra production where I needed it, but not enough. INSANE.

Finally got out of there at 11pm, which is way too late. I had to do some investigation into how much frickin' sample we have. Enough, I hope. We closed Pacific tonight.

Plus, watching a job when cells are closing is entirely different from watching it when cells are not closing. When cells are not closing, one or two over is not going to be a problem. When the job is closing, if we're over, we can't use those surveys. At all.

I wound up actually doing my hours, attendance, and midshift reports after the end of the shift. Not of the good. Not at all.

Didn't have time for breakfast. Grabbed some at 2pm, still very hungry by 6pm, and low blood sugar loonie is not a good situation. Had to tell several people several times that I was trying to do too much at once and I could not both brain and talk to them while so doing. I am getting a lot more graceful with the entire loss of command of the English language. (Not much Spanish or Chinese or Russian or Chicken or French left in there either.)

We will need like 75 people to get this done tomorrow if we can do it.

In the 'things I don't fucking need' files...

...how 'bout to come home and find that after an 11 hour day at work, note_to_cat is sniping at itself again? My position on this boils down in a fairly streamlined fashion:

• Hey, who resigned and appointed you moderator?


• I do not have the time or energy to waste sorting out a fight


• I am liable to nuke the first person who looks like they're about to start trouble when I am away from my comm


• Lack of a reply to a presumptuous and self-righteous missive does not mean "keep it up"


• I get especially pissed off when people take advantage of me being offline mostly to stir up shit


• if the problem has not gone away on its own as advertised, I am likely to make it go away without much untangling.

Wednesday to Weekend to Wednesday again

Sometimes it seems like I live for Wednesdays. This one featured less sheer debauchery, but lots of hilarity, not to mention the scene in the parking lot, where we provided the denizens with far too much entertainment. (I am glad that the cops park on the other side, though technically all we were doing was flailing about a lot, giggling, and inciting possible traffic accidents.)

My pirate name is Burn. D's is Slash. ("And you're Crash!" easalle cried triumphantly, but we decided it had to be Slash, for the yaoi.) Good gods no, I am not going by Acid as well.

Some uncomfortable truths came out, after. I amazed myself with the starkness with which I presented the story. An opening line like that sort of falls very loudly in the ensuing silence.

Am backlogged on comments, entries, and e-mail. Thalia is still with the BOfD. I have not finished checking my e-mail, and it has taken three hours, 'k? So anything I need to see/hear/read, link me.

Am thinking of writing up a schedule for the day for my phone goons (and me) tomorrow:

12 noon: supervisor arrives, starts setting up job and coffee machine.
12:45: supervisor finishes first cup of coffee, and panics because we're not going to have enough person/hours to finish out the job today.
1pm: Midshift commences. Snarky Lady finishes briefing new hires on $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB. Supervisor finishes first pot of coffee.
1:11pm: Monitor reports start hitting supervisor.
1:15pm: Supervisor hits restroom. Then coffee machine.
2pm: Snarky Lady turns new hires loose on the phones.
2:11pm: Monitor reports for new hires start hitting supervisor.
2:25pm: Supervisor belatedly ducks, starts another pot of coffee.
2:45pm: Nervous breakdown #1 for supervisor. Cure: coffee.
3pm: Evening shift commences.
3:07pm: Nervous breakdown #2 for supervisor. Cure: more coffee.
4pm: Late arrivals arrive.
5pm: 8pm Eastern time. Supervisor is gibbering wreck, especially considering that 70 of the 86 needed interviews are from Eastern time zone cells, and those are the hardest to get, and may not be dialed late. Solution: offer coffee to phone goons.
5:30pm: Midshift takes 1/2 hour break. Supervisor takes tranquilizers. Eastern time zone may no longer be dialed without an order from God. Now dialing Central to get the few last surveys in the cells in question.
6pm: Midshift returns from break. Emergency backup supervisor has taken over while primary supervisor melts down again, and/or gets rid of recycled coffee.
6:30pm: Midshift dismissed. Evening shift given choice of 15 minute break (which they've earned) and departure after same, or immediate departure. Supervisor scraped off ceiling, given antidote caffiene.
6:45pm: Last stragglers from evening shift told to get the f*** out of here, supervisor has to start all the paperwork.
7:45pm: Supervisor working on paperwork and a cup of coffee.
8:45pm: Supervisor still working on paperwork and another cup of coffee.
9:45pm: Supervisor asking for a hand with paperwork. Coffee is cold and nasty, but still drinkable.
10:30pm: Supervisor finally done with paperwork... until tomorrow morning, when we start THE NEW MONTH OF $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB!!!!!!!

Work!

The schedule I gave was not too far off for the dialing end of things. We were out by an hour and a half after the last phone goon left, hooray!

My schedule on Sunday is going to be somewhat flexible. I get to start in on doing that most fun thing, the reports that the Queen Bee Monitor used to do.

We are direly behind on monitor reports on $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB.

Side note to othercat re: comment about conversation involving the Figment: if we hadn't thought it was OK for you to overhear, we wouldn't have had that conversation then and there.

The wankitude between supervisors at work blossoms mightily. I am putting myself in the position that attempts to say nothing to piss anyone off, and prefers that any department-internal issues be solved in the department, where they belong. If am asked about it by a member of Management, can spin it into a position of politically sensitive departmental strength.

The one dude's girlfriend problems are like omg insane, except for the fact that he's dating her willingly and also does a fair bit of acting like an insensitive bastard. I could really care less except for the fact that I overhear far too much about it.

Sometimes it seems that every time Rev. Not-So-Nice Supervisor states an opinion, Trendy Chick disagrees with it completely, yet when I rephrase it slightly, she agrees with it, and Rev. Not-So-Nice Supervisor agrees that I said what he just said.

Despite the fact that I am able to rattle off the phrase ( $*#@&#@* )

very fluently, Homie G. Super still apologizes for cussing around me when I give the eyebrow-and-smile.