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...a very wise hotdoggie?
...a very wise hotdoggie?
:-P
Dana
Most things are better, my stress level is back at 100% due to another engineer randomly changing his code and breaking a test program that I haven't touched in five months written in a language I barely understand and it's keeping us from shipping product.
I'm really starting to hate working here, a whole lot.
That's not good. Life becomes quite unbearable when you hate your job. It's where you spend a third of your day, it wears on you. I hope you can relieve the situation somehow.
Dana
I don't think he hates his job...just stupid engineers with delusions that they can write code. :)
Some engineers tend to have an unrealistic view of their abilities/authority. I have 30+ years of personal experience to support that statement (and a brother who's an engineer). :)
Which all makes me recall that before I retired, I realized that there is only one real way to tell if you're doing a good job in a manufacturing environment: no one with any actual authority is yelling at you. :-/
ETA: Also it is apparently (falsely) believed by supervisors that it is better to keep an incompetent employee than to train a new one.
Complaint! Woke up 5:30 am.
Non-complaint! Read this thread and spotted some sweet sales.
...very rantworthy indeed,
For me it was oh he can do that well so let's give him this new responsibility that not only is unrelated but conflicts with the EOM billing cycle for our primary client (which of course still needs to be closed and turned in by the first working day of the new month). Oh and let's not bother with any training because there isn't time even though many of these tasks are extremely critical to the department meeting the unrealistic tight deadlines promised to customers by sales VP who cares nothing about proper procedure (even though everyone else must stick to it).
Now as we let more people go because of the recession, lets add even more responsibilities to his schedule rather than bother with hiring replacements.
Finally lets adjust his schedule to start and end later in the day, taking away the time he used for daily maintenance of the client's account before the first wave of orders hit.
[The latter of course totally messed up my already lengthy commute putting me in the thick of the AM rush (with "sardine can" crowd levels going into downtown) and at the tail end of the PM commute (when many buses go out of service for the day making waits for connections longer). To avoid the crowds into town in the morning, I'd get up at my usual time and take an earlier bus then sit at a coffee shop for an hour or so before going in, thus making an already long day even longer.]
...oh and yes, this all has to be completed in a eight hour day, no overtime.
It came down to my spending my own time off the clock (like lunch and breaks) just to stay on top of my primary account management responsibilities. I'd also stay late (again off the clock) from time to time, especially at month's end, just to keep things with the billing on track. Once the first order transmission hit, pretty much most of my day was spent fighting fires, having to assist on the production floor, and trying to figure out on my own what needed to be done for the digital print department. When I got really stuck and asked the manager or someone else I often was given the feeling that I was interrupting them. Of course If I did make an error (as I had to pretty much guess at just about everything I was handed), I most certainly would hear about it.
Yeah, while I'd like to be making a living wage again, I really don't miss any of the above.
Yes, you should have woken at 5:00 am! :P
69 pages! Most people's favorite number! :3
...in only ten days too.
Still saving a shady spot on a sunny beach for you, they got good reason ta call it teh Pacific...
Complaint: all my stuff is working fine, necktop cpu isn't :lol:
having trouble waking up this morning. brewed the dark sumatra cawffee today.
iz chillee this morning. feels like late October. worries how chillee October will be this year. trees are dropping their nuts already.
:lol: Just rebooted mine. :lol:
Dana
Geeze... 69 pages in 10 days so that's 6.9 pages average a day. Which for me takes 6.9 minutes to read, post much folks?
Well, lets talk more on jobs, 32 total years in the work force. Twenty five to six of that in Retail top management. The last ten to eleven for one Company, we shall call it Slave-A-Lot. This was my thing, Hey you've done such a wonderful job in store number 1 we want you to take over store number 2. It's 30mins father to drive, and we can't get you a raise, yet, but we really need you to fix this store. In my, lets call it 10 years with them, I ran three different stores and of those three different stores I ran 2 of them twice each. So it was go to store, spend two years, fix all the issues and get profit back into the high green area, followed with hey go do that again over here. After my last ship off to another store, which happened to be back to the first one again, I had had enough store hopping, 3 different locations and 5 fully different crews in that time. They did treat me well, the money did get good, for this part of the world any way, but salary and on call 24/7/365, including vacation time, became a bit much. By this time I was also showing the early signs of Arthur and kidney problems, which I chalked up to labor for twenty some odd years and ignored, to stop the store swapping merry-go-round I stepped down from Manager to Co-Manager. I was 30 mins from home, I took a bit of a salary hit, not much, and was no longer asked to swap stores. I kept that position, called Stock Manager until the Arthur got so bad I opted for early retirement, stock managers do lots of labor in Slave-A-lot's. One week to the day I had left the company my kidney's failed fully, the lower back pains were not from the work after all. And Here I am today. 100% disabled, the kidney thing caused a septic infection that nearly ended me, and kicked the Arthur into full gear, I just recovered enough kid function to get off Dialysis, for now, but Arthur kicked my butt big time. One Cane to walk and many other things. But back to the Jobs, I've been gone for just about five years now, two of the locations I saved, the ones I did twice each, are now closed. Sort of look back at that and feel good. The bad part is my Fav one, and the second closest are the two they closed. I now have to shop in over priced none family geared stores. Wally World and a discount place.
it's slow on my lunch hour. not much to read.
Worthy of complaint!
Dana
Today is a miracle day - it's managing to both suck AND blow at the same time. :blank:
Looks like my co-worker Mr. Certified Professional Engineer changed the communication packet format in a couple of places, in an undocumented way. Hate hate hate. Broke the tester code flat-out. We Are Not Happy.
I'm dying for fried chicken but there's none anywhere near me. I could stop on the way home but I'd miss the best bus and not get home until nine-ish. :blank: I'll try to hold off until the weekend.
Argh blech feh. :blank:
I hope everyone is having a better day than I am! At least I got to have Jimmy Dean Sage Sausge for breakfast! :)
Got some Fastgrab lovin', too - pole arms and the V4 archer. Ahh, retail therapy. :-S
I hope your day gets better. I found that I already had two of the three FastGrabs, and I didn't want the archer...as I remember, there were issues when that came out. The quiver is the most blaring one...that is quite and odd, and ineffective, position for the quiver and it isn't adjustable without custom work. If she were to run a little with that, all the arrows would fall out.
Dana
Complaint:
(With tongue firmly in cheek... :) )
...yeah if you like the company and they treat you good that's a whole different story.
That was the Multimedia development firm I worked for until it was taken over from the original founders/owners and ran into the ground by a member of the board. Mr Bean could have done a better job.
At my last job as the years went on, they knew about my bouts with arthur and the fact I pretty much had no more grip in my hands to handle heavy items. So I was supposed to be a "desk jockey". Right. A lot of the time I was still out on the production floor pulling orders, running the shipping line hustling 35 - 45#+ packages. having to do a lot of bending and "improper" lifting because of how shelves were set up, and on my feet in the dead of winter in an icy cold warehouse with concrete floors.
...and all that in addition to all my "regular" duties.
Then there was the admin which operated in a sort of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde mode. One day you are the best employee the company has ever seen, the next you were the goat. It almost seemed attitudes changed depending on which side of the bed people got up on in the morning. The firm was also family run, but exhibited more of the bad instead of good qualities of such an operation. For example the sales VP I mentioned above was also the owner's daughter and was "untouchable" to the point even if she was wrong, she was right. On a number of occasions it felt like the owner took out his own personal frustrations on the rest of the plant, suddenly coming out and yelling at staff, belittling employees in front of co workers, and blowing up at even the smallest things, often totally "out of the blue". Meanwhile, if any of us showed our frustrations in even the slightest way it would be written up in our files.
It's not so much the job itself, but all the "politik" of the workplace that finally got to me.
...and, after 17 years of service, rarely missing a day even when sick (unless I looked so bad, my supervisor sent me home), revamping and streamlining the billing system for our major client as well as other processes for the company, sticking with the company through the move across town (even though it meant a hellish commute), the owner couldn't even find the a few moments to come out to say farewell.
...that was the one thing which saddened me.
Meh, turns out Mr. Brilliant ALSO changed ow errors work and are reported, and now the tester has to implement part of the complex communications protocol the device uses! Easily another days worth of Perl work, and my Perl is really poor. :blank:
At least I don't have to come in on the weekend.. happy happy joy joy.. and the manufacturing floor is shut down tomorrow so I wont be dodging running machinery. :blank:
Well.. this job keeps me in beer and fried chicken.. I should just shut up.
They kicked m off the floor so they can make a production run, so at least I get an hour and a half to eat lunch (finally) and try to re-learn Perl.
Perl's reasonably sane (There's More Than One Way To Do It...)... give me a holler if you get stuck (^_^)n.
And strippers.
And hair, swamps and maggots.
Real Complaint from me:
Didja ever feel like you might be cursed?
You may recall a few weeks ago I had trouble getting my lawnmower going (or you may not...the choice is yours); I had to have a repairman to fix it twice. Finally it worked perfectly and I got the lawn mowed a couple of times (yay), then the monsoon season began.
So last week my dog died, I fell on my butt and hurt my back, hobbled around for the rest of the week.
This week, my back is better, we have had some dry cool days, and today seemed like the perfect day to mow the lawn (insert sense of foreboding here). The mower cranked right up, and I finished mowing around the outer edge, immediately bumped the height lever against the mailbox, sending the height bar to the lowest height, and as the blades struck the ground, the drive belt for the blades slipped off the pulley.
So now the mower is sitting on the porch, waiting for the repairman to return tomorrow. And no, I can't fix it myself, as I am mechanically declined. :blank:
As Popeye used to say, " I yam disgustipated." :blank:
Perl's reasonably sane (There's More Than One Way To Do It...)... give me a holler if you get stuck (^_^)n.
The big issue is that it's Perl code written by someone who could barely program. He used the same routine names in over a dozen files, so grepping to find what's being called returns a page of hits. :blank: It's all brute force, and tons of hardcoded values that should have never been hardcoded - making it very fragile - and it's near impossible to maintain. :ahhh:
Oh, and almost comment-free, and undocumented 100%. :ahhh:
The perpetrator left exactly one month before the code started falling apart. He's in Dallas somewhere, I should hunt him down just so I can slap his face and call him an incompetent bozo! :vampire:
It's a living. *shrug emote*
And strippers.
And hair, swamps and maggots.
No strippers until I get my Portland vacation! Pity meeeeeeeeee (cry cry cry)
But yeah.. it does pay for content! :coolsmile:
I should find something to do with the maggots, and Vicky, and a swamp! And hair... :snake:
Geesh, that bites! Very complaint-worthy! :down:
totally weary today. pushing around routers and gnarly boxes, just looking at em makes me itch.
no side trips on the way home, weary weary. my buppy is having canned for dinner. he'll sulk for a while. may have spoiled him a wee bit cooking his dindins.
if he had a mini arc reactor he could shoot flight stabilizers from his hands.
Ooooooooh, the urge to photoshop something is rising verrraaaa faaast.