More workplace folks and things!
Dec. 16th, 2012 02:47 amAn org chart note: "dotted line" is the term I'd use to describe my relationship to my Overlady, as we're sibling minions to the same manager. I am dotted line to the whole department, and my manager is General Alys to my army of researchers, and I am Ivan.
The Stage Manager: This is one of my uncle-managers, the one with the ponytail who wears all black all the time, more than I do. He's the one whose meeting had the screwed-up repeat (thank you, Email System From Hell) to whom I gave the M&Ms of Apology.
The A-Team: I was only belatedly introduced to my fellow administrative assistants at work, being pulled in as I was sort of sideways and as a contractor. I was wandering around not!Facebook and realized that I did in fact have a department.
not!Facebook: Facebook being a wildly inappropriate venue for a lot of workplace conversations, there is an internal deployment of a Facebook-like social tool. It's got a lot of lolno.
Catering: As with basically every workplace that serves food in the history of ever, people will complain about the food. I deal with random catering orders as part of my administrative duties. Unfortunately, this means that if/when there is something that goes wrong, I'm probably the one it'll happen to.
That Damn Email Program: The workplace would like to migrate everyone off of Exchange Server with Outlook to something different. The folks who are using Thunderbird and the like are often just fine, as they point the client to the new server. The folks who were using Outlook, have moved to proprietary webmail, and have expected things to Just Work, are very frustrated with the version that's running. The upgrade to the Next Full Version is expected Any Month Now. (The next full version has a lot of the issues that plague me in this version actually fixed, or planned to be fixed in an intermediate version. Thankfully.) Meanwhile, we swear frequently, and type our prayers into Bugzilla.
Researcher Cersei Lannister: Those amongst my readership and friends who are familiar with Game of Thrones will probably have the right idea about Researcher Lannister from her name: she is blonde with the occasional imperialistic and not particularly socially acceptable ambition. Now that we are growing more accustomed to interacting, things are slightly more harmonious than sometimes they were previously.
#cupcake: Work has a private IRC server. As often happens, odd little side channels form. Every now and again some of the guys get together to play cards.
Mr. Zune: One of the guys. He's the one who has friends who are girls who don't dress like engineers in skirts. (I dress like an engineer in a skirt, as I explained to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vlion.)
The Intern: My team's interns have left. This intern is the fresh-faced kid with the khakis and ponytail and that weird login problem. One of the guys.
My Counterpart: We are particularly confusing to dyslexic IRC-goers, as we both go by our full set of initials in IRC, and the one letter of difference is also awfully similar at a quick glance. One of the guys.
My Old Gaming Buddy: Turns out someone I used to game with works around these parts. This is pleasant.
The Stage Manager: This is one of my uncle-managers, the one with the ponytail who wears all black all the time, more than I do. He's the one whose meeting had the screwed-up repeat (thank you, Email System From Hell) to whom I gave the M&Ms of Apology.
The A-Team: I was only belatedly introduced to my fellow administrative assistants at work, being pulled in as I was sort of sideways and as a contractor. I was wandering around not!Facebook and realized that I did in fact have a department.
not!Facebook: Facebook being a wildly inappropriate venue for a lot of workplace conversations, there is an internal deployment of a Facebook-like social tool. It's got a lot of lolno.
Catering: As with basically every workplace that serves food in the history of ever, people will complain about the food. I deal with random catering orders as part of my administrative duties. Unfortunately, this means that if/when there is something that goes wrong, I'm probably the one it'll happen to.
That Damn Email Program: The workplace would like to migrate everyone off of Exchange Server with Outlook to something different. The folks who are using Thunderbird and the like are often just fine, as they point the client to the new server. The folks who were using Outlook, have moved to proprietary webmail, and have expected things to Just Work, are very frustrated with the version that's running. The upgrade to the Next Full Version is expected Any Month Now. (The next full version has a lot of the issues that plague me in this version actually fixed, or planned to be fixed in an intermediate version. Thankfully.) Meanwhile, we swear frequently, and type our prayers into Bugzilla.
Researcher Cersei Lannister: Those amongst my readership and friends who are familiar with Game of Thrones will probably have the right idea about Researcher Lannister from her name: she is blonde with the occasional imperialistic and not particularly socially acceptable ambition. Now that we are growing more accustomed to interacting, things are slightly more harmonious than sometimes they were previously.
#cupcake: Work has a private IRC server. As often happens, odd little side channels form. Every now and again some of the guys get together to play cards.
Mr. Zune: One of the guys. He's the one who has friends who are girls who don't dress like engineers in skirts. (I dress like an engineer in a skirt, as I explained to
vlion.) The Intern: My team's interns have left. This intern is the fresh-faced kid with the khakis and ponytail and that weird login problem. One of the guys.
My Counterpart: We are particularly confusing to dyslexic IRC-goers, as we both go by our full set of initials in IRC, and the one letter of difference is also awfully similar at a quick glance. One of the guys.
My Old Gaming Buddy: Turns out someone I used to game with works around these parts. This is pleasant.
