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azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
I have probably done this to people without even realizing it.

Today was pretty much taken up by one blamed report I was putting together for Management. The requirements for something that I got Friday were kind of blurry, but I put together something pretty spiffy. It was, however, wrong. I got the actual requirements, put something far better together, then realized that OMG, stuff from non-current interviewers were not being counted. (And there's still stuff that's not being counted, because the numbers are off. But it's better.) It needed a whole chunk of data, broken down in specific ways. And it wasn't stuff that I was comfortable shoving around with queries, because it was just so fiddly and obnoxious (and I wanted to see wtf I was doing; I'll use queries next time on all the other jobs). But I got it done and got to go home early and go play.

It's planned for four-hour shifts the rest of the weekend. Oi. Not fun with the happy. There's dayshift starting up Real Soon Now. That's good, because hours are short.

Instead of being quite as short as they might be and sending everyone home totally obscenely early, they are doing "review training", aka "sit & bitch & review stuff we should have known and leave some of the phone work alone." My numbers are occasionally the star of the show.

Mr. Boring-Ass McCrankypants who attempted* to Start Shit At Work With The Supervisors for [livejournal.com profile] othercat some time ago was Not Pleased with the fact that while he may in fact be above average, he is not in fact above planned production. There was snark at his expense. There was rather a lot of it from 3:30pm Eyeliner Woman right then and there (she was loudly excited about her above-production scores) and a rather lot more behind the scenes later. (*And failed. Succeeded in putting him deeper in the hole himself, though. Tip to obnoxious know-it-all old men: don't complain about "my neighbor talks to herself" to the multiple-personalitied supervisor. Especially when you don't want anyone to, like, let your neighbor know that it's a touch disturbing, or be moved, you just "think someone should be aware." I'm aware that you're an asshole and trying to start shit, and I'm aware that she's better at her job than you are at yours, and that the supervisors like her and don't like you. And if you mouth off the way you have been lately to the wrong person, you're going to be searching for some of that employment elsewhere that you're evidently so much better suited for.) (Amazingly, Cute Desk Guy and the Figment actually get along with the dude. What is it about pompous windbags?)

Don't keep objects that could possibly be misused by the very determined off the plane, keep potential terrorists off the plane. Oh, goodness. I almost wrote "phone".
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Sunday! The day of my double shift!

Next to the other check-in girl, I feel like a slacker. I covered four shifts check-in; she covered four shifts check-in. I monitored one shift. She worked on the gol-dang new timeclock system back-end paperwork for three, at glacial speed. (This is positively racing compared to typical and pessimal.)

Morning was fairly quiet. I have been bringing in treats -- there has been a candy bowl on my desk. The thing emptied several times and had to be refilled over the weekend. There were some very bad pun moments: Stressy College Chick has a fondness for peanut butter chocolates. One of the types of candy was a peanut butter sphere in chocolate, wrapped in a foil designed to look like an eyeball, with red-veined whites, and luminous metallic irises. At several times during the day, when I detected Stressy College Chick's stress level going up beyond the bad, I lobbed a chocolate at her, aiming low so it came to earth on her desk with still plenty of momentum left. When one particularly forceful chocolate plopped off her desk and landed in her chair, she had to ask:

"What are you doing?"
''I'm--'' ... pun-tastic. )

Work was reasonably forgettable. Everything added. No major malfunctions except for a person leaving irate; they'll be speaking to Pink Shirt Guy soon enough. I'm glad we've been having walkers lately, because of all the new people with new-person questions. The evening shift was another one of those scary ones with not enough supervisors in. Quiet Geek Super was out. Obso1337 Super is in Vegas. Homie G and Short Chick are both on leave. Shocking Gum Super was going to have the day off, but when Stressy College Chick called him, he came in, and the two people running jobs were him and Trendy Chick. Rev. Not-So-Nice Super and Clone Name Super were dayshift. So Management made it another pizza night. Hooray Management.

My stress crunched my neck again. I noticed it happening and tried to stop it. I wound up accepting a neck rub from Cute Desk Guy. He is strong enough to wallop my stubborn muscles into submission. I was standing straight for what felt like the first time in weeks after that. Then my muscles went all crunchy again.

I did get to talk with Darkside for a while. I called him on break of the 2nd shift. He was a lot more cheerful. He'd won his workplace's costume contest as the Grim Reaper. I wound up standing back in Fulfillment watching the clock, there in that big dark room alone with him on the phone. On the phone in the dark seems to be the best time for us. (He has an entirely different image of me than my co-workers do. I really can't say as to who's got the more correct image.)
azurelunatic: Cartoon person with wild blue hair, glasses, black lipstick, and very small smile. (Azzcalm)
I made Cute Desk Guy cry on Sunday.

I was telling him the backstory on the Stoner Dude thing, see, and when I got to the part where Stoner Dude had gone on break and come back (late) smelling strongly of "one of God's green herbs" (there's a certain amount of diplomacy recommended around Cute Desk Guy), the man put the story on pause so he could find something to mop at his eyes. The sheer stupidity involved brought tears to his eyes.


I was trying to get on the bus to go to the library just as someone who could only have been a lady of the night got off. I was talking with V on the cellphone at the time, and it was the sort of moment that's the middle of a conversation, and clearly the wrong time to enter the conversation, but the lady of the night lewdly informed me that I could probably make more money than she did. It's nice to hear from a complete stranger that I have nice boobs, but it was a seriously surreal moment.


Cracktastic Lone Power/Nita plot bunnies.


I have gotten Halloween-themed candies to distribute at work. I'm not sure if there will be enough to go around on the phone floor, but there are definitely enough for the supervisors. My Inner Slytherin is plotting ways of calculatedly demonstrating that I do actually care about my co-workers. I am good about caring. I am not good about expression.

(In the same "not good about expression" category: I regret adding to that girl's distress, but I don't see any other way it could have gone under the circumstances. And each irate message I get from her friends diminishes the amount of charity I feel for her.)

Work...

Oct. 17th, 2005 03:35 am
azurelunatic: "Where's the goddamn NERF BAT when you *really* need it?" Animated cartoon tech support loses her cool.  (nerf bat)
Saturday morning was headed up by Grandma Cinderella Shift Ops Super. N00bs mean minus reports. I was check-in, so a lot of them paraded past me, including from the Figment's desk. Figment hates giving out bad monitor reports.

Sunday morning was Pink Shirt Guy. Boss's day, so I broke out flavored hot chocolate mix from my bribe stash. (I keep a stash of goodies in my backpack to bribe co-workers with. It's useful.) It was a calm day, in general.

The other check-in girl attempted to get me to stay for a second shift. I was thinking about it, sort of. She may well call in Monday, though. Who knows. I'm just hoping to get through this upcoming week in one piece.

They're recruiting for trainers (people to instruct the training classes) at work. I'm guessing that this is to enlarge the department so that one retirement and one serious illness will not bring the department down like it did for this thing, and so that things like last week's fiasco will never be repeated.

I brought this up to the Cute Desk Guy, and we wound up talking about this, that, and the other. I brought up the concept of my "Inner Warrior", and the mess that results when my Inner Warrior comes out in anticipation of playing. He mentioned something that led me to wonder about his mind-hacking capacity, and whether or not I could "come out" as more than single-minded.

Cute Desk Guy has definite potential to be the sort of long-term ally that Neighbor is. (For the newcomers: "Neighbor" is a fellow Alaskan who I've known for going on five years now. He's known of me since I was in high school, since it's a small state and there's only one That Idiot Shawn. He is an ally second only to my Darkside.)
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
Freud has been nearly entirely vanquished as of Sunday.
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
I had a dream last night wherein I was making kissy-face with the Cute Desk Guy in the parking lot next door. Massive confusion followed upon waking; upon seeing the Cute Desk Guy at work (wouldn't you know...) I realized that yeah, I so totally had one of those crushes on him. I had a word with my subconscious. And it seems to be one of those things that I have to ride out. Estimated Time of Departure for those is a month to three months.

So, fuck. These are the hazards of polyamory.

Cute Desk Guy knows that I'm going through this right now, and he wishes me luck dealing with it. We're not even going to go there, y'know?

People

Aug. 3rd, 2005 07:43 am
azurelunatic: Escher's Order and Chaos drawing: geometric solids and broken things.  (Escher)
[livejournal.com profile] figment0 called late in the evening, and we giggled on our respective cordless phones while the storm raged outside. He's a good Figment, he is.

I chatted with [livejournal.com profile] jdllama about the current e-mail angst I'm having. What it looks like is there's a bad routing table somewhere between me and http://mail.yahoo.com, and that just sucks. When I next talk to Qwest, you can be sure that my opinion of their IVR will be even lower than usual in comparison to the friendly and helpful stuff from a competitor's tech support fellow.

It seems, now that I've been awake long enough to have my defences go down utterly and completely, that I've been resisting perving over the Cute Desk Guy just as hard as I once resisted perving over [livejournal.com profile] figment0. This, however, seems to be somewhat more successful than the resistance against [livejournal.com profile] figment0, for a few reasons.

First, I don't feel an incomplete bond hanging around. He's safe. That means whatever happens between us -- indifference, friendship, gods know what else -- is between us (well, and our respective deities) and not due to something larger than us looming. It's such a relief to not have that hanging over my head, unspeakably wonderful. I don't have to balance Destiny against practicality, and figure out how to lower a figurative stack of fragile and explosive items gently to the ground. What we build is up to us. We're not picking up after anything.

Part of the difficulty in balancing Destiny, I must admit, is my silly habit of making plans that override Destiny, and wanting to stick with them. If I just let it all loose and let it balance itself, would it work? Somehow, I don't think this society is set up to allow much of that, not any more. You need money to make that work, or ability to be accepted in public as some form of shaman in tune with the Universe, or something.

Second, the Cute Desk Guy is actually celibate. He mentioned, and then I confirmed with mutual friends, and -- celibate. He's got his reasons, and I'll definitely respect that, and I won't be smacking myself into a brick wall. Besides, someone of the same social group already registered an interest in him with me, and while they may well be extremely incompatible (laid back to the extreme vs. brittle high-tension) it's still not polite to muddy up a social group's romance eddies by cutting the queue. Never mind that to jump into that queue, I'd be jumping out of a more important one, and that's a place I can't afford to lose.

My romantic interest in [livejournal.com profile] figment0, now that other things are getting out of the way, would be more aptly termed a disinterest. I can socially flirt with him because we are close enough friends so that I feel all right with this, but any actual interest is ... just not there. And I'm quite all right with that. Wax and wane; this is how my seasons are. Only Darkside has been a constant.
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
Screamed into work almost late. Yikes! Managed to be more or less on time, though. I was on the phones today, par for the course for Thursdays. $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB, yay. Of course, that brings with it its own joys in the form of people being general and assorted obnoxious wankers, but eh. This is what drawing cartoons at work is for.

I need to learn to check the security of my lids before inverting or agitating any container containing liquid, especially sticky liquid. Results? About 1 tablespoon of Dew Livewire with 2 Atomic Fireball candies dissolved in it, all over my desk, my flask, and me. (Orange/cinnamon is very good. I'll have to pass that tip on to Motley.)

We got a fifteen minute break at 5:00pm, then dismissed at 5:30. 4.5 hours today on that, then an additional .25 spent checking my e-mail. I'm glad I'm coming in on the 1pm shift. The 3pm people on my job got out at 6pm, which is only 3 hours.

I spent some random time joking around with the Young Long-Haired Desk Guy (he who is tasty-looking but celibate) about assorted; the party eventually moved outside when [livejournal.com profile] dustraven and the Bunny Master came out for break.

"It's been a while... give us a grin, then, luv..."
This prompted the Azzgrin at the poor Bunny Master (an elder gamer who GMs and plays a Malkavian), who is (as always) traumatized by the sheer insanity in the Azzgrin. Yet he keeps asking us to smile...

Tomorrow I'm to be check-in. This will be entertaining. I'm not sure how many paycheck SNAFUs there will be. There are lots of new people I don't know by sight yet, so I will have to verify a lot of identities before handing out paychecks.
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
The utter embarrassment of talking with an interesting co-worker about good books ... and then suddenly capsizing completely, spilling Mountain Dew (orange) all over his desk...

...Oy vey.

I'll be showing up in the security guy's report, to boot -- the security guy was on duty then, and has to report it when the silly monitor's shoes and ankles contribute to her going and falling down boom.

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