Ummm… table for seven adults and five children please.

Christmas came early this year… in the form of a positively torturous family dinner.  My Mum has decided to go celebrate Christmas with her sister in Western Australia this year and I am not sure whose idea it was to have a family thing on in November, but who ever’s fucked-up little pea brain came up with the plan for us all go out to a swanky restaurant for dinner… well I’d sure like to smack them upside the head.  

The restaurant is down in Brunswick heads, called the Fat Belly Kat… lovely ambiance / personable host / delicious, fantastic, gorgeous food!  But with five small children in tow?   Holy snapping duckshit Batman…. never again!  We arrived good and early so hopefully the rug rats would be in a good mood – not too tired etc, and the kitchen was great in getting them all squared away early… but (and this is a big BUT) our meals were nearly two hours in coming.  We were snacking on breads, mezes and all sorts of yummies, but were were there for well over two hours, and the kids were running amok. 

The older kids were mostly okay… but Big Sal’s are only 3 and 18 months, and they just can’t be expected to sit still that long.  It was a dis-ars-ta from the minute we walked into the place.  Couldn’t keep them in their seats, no one happy with their little presents, and for a finale….. when FishyBob realized that everyone else’s dessert looked much yummier than hers….   well I swear, I have never in my life heard such a godawful noise emit from something so small –  unless you count that time we stuffed the rabbit in a bucket of water and it screamed in a rather alarming manner.  She kicked and screamed like you would not believe…  they must have heard her howling all the way up the Tweed Valley, she was a bee’s dick off apoplexy and our fellow diners must have thought we were performing some sort of medieval toe crushing torture on her under the table.  Would not have surprised me one little bit had the police turned up with claims of child abuse charges, or at the very least…. disturbance of the peace or some such shit.

By the end of the evening, some of us were huddled in our seats rocking, muttering ‘never again… never again…’  and I for one intend to do my damnedest to make sure we never do dinner with the rug rats again….. oh but do try the Fat Belly Kat if you happen to be down Byron way… just don’t sit next to any tables with highchairs.

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Frangi-fucking-panis….

I called in sick today… turns out the ‘sick to my stomach’ from yesterday wasn’t just an idiom.  I’ve been heaving all over the place and now have the aching and sore back to show for it.   I’m totally in the mood to have a bitch.  And I’m sick and tired of bitching about work so here’s something that’s been inexplicably pissing me off lately…

I have tried and tried and I am totally failing to understand what is the attraction with plastering your car rear window with frangipani stickers?  Maybe it’s a throw back from my childhood where my 4Wheel Driving Mum and Dad flatly refused to follow the trend of obscuring the back window with a multitude of stickers of places they’d travelled to and had a sole lonely ‘Leave Straddie Unabridged’ sticker decorating the car for many years?  Maybe it’s cos I’m just not a frilly, floral chinzy sort of gal?  Or maybe it’s because I simply don’t identify any appeal in decorating your car in a commonplace poisonous weed of a flower?   I don’t get it… and every single afternoon I find myself in traffic muttering ‘more frangi-fucking-panis!’

Ban the litlle florally fuckers I say….

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I think it’s some kind of fish….

Things are supposed to be getting better – we had a new Customer Service Manager starting – hopefully someone with a lot of experience who’ll help sort us out.  Though I’m not sure how having a new manager is going to help immediately – we’re still down about 4 account manager, which means we’re all looking after way too many clients.

Both of my biggest clients have been affected by major cock-ups this week, and while one of them is really cool, would never raise their voices at me and would never think to blame me personally for what’s happening on the floor – the other (Mr Cheque Man) has been yelling abuse at me for a week and a half.  He screams in capital letters at me by email, and has started demanding that they shouldn’t pay for stuff (in fairness, if it were me, I’d have been requesting freebies a couple of weeks ago).

My ridiculously late payslips that have been held up by the printer hard drives crashing, were finally being printed this morning… and printed all wrong.  Images missing and text misaligned so they’ve needed to be done all over again.  I had more cheques that couldn’t be printed due to running out of stock.  Enquiries about the stock levels in the warehouse got me a singularly depressing response that the cheque stock gets used daily and is supposed to be counted daily, but no one has counted the cheque stock for a month due to being down staff in the warehouse too.   So now, even when the system tells me we’ve got 5700 pieces of stock left – we’ve actually got NONE and that means I’m going to be running out of stock constantly and the Grossly Overdue Cheques are likely to become a fixture.  I’ve got another statement run job with a ‘please explain’ hanging over it because it got sent without it’s inserts.  Another of my end of months jobs has been cocked up with some customers getting two bank statements in one envelope – massive confidentiality issues there.   And there is so much going on, I’m way too busy and I spend so much of my day fighting fires – that I am fairly confident I am overlooking little things that are likely to become massive emergencies for me.  So many cock ups and so much seems to happens each day that by Thursday – I’m unable to remember the minutiae of Monday’s issues.

I don’t know what is wrong with the place.  It takes forever to get anything done and I mean forever – 8 hours for data processing to provide a 4 page stat sheet, without which, the cheque finishers sit on a work order all day.  Three days to get some .pdf proofs out of IT – and that’s three days if you’re lucky.  Forget about getting stock counts – I’ve repeatedly requested a stocktake for one client since about Oct 16 to no avail.  I’ve had enough.  I was so stressed this morning by the Cheque Man yelling at me and the payslip nonsense, that I was literally sick to my stomach.

I’m going to have to resign I think – and I feel awful about that.  It’s going to leave them even more in the lurch, and it shits me that I’m actually good at this sort of thing but no matter how hard I work – there’s nothing I can do to be successful at my job.  My managers are all happy with me, and I’m getting loads of positive feedback that I’m doing a great job under the circumstances – but everything feels like it is falling down around me, and I’m coming home stressed out the wa-hoo (still don’t know what a wa-hoo is).

facepalm face palm head desk

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Somewhere over the rainbow…

800 missing credit union cheques in the system…
800 more missing cheques!
Take another cheque file, don’t process it and what do you have?
                    … well yet another fucking pissed off cranky customer is what you have!

Over it, over it , over it…. la di da di dum!

I’ve been laughing in people’s faces today when informed of more and more problems at work. 

More missing cheque books?   lol
No stock?  Hehehehehe
Files unprocessed?  Mwhahahahha!
Printers still broken?  ROFLMAO

Sigh… We had a meeting today with all the other Account Managers and the acting General Manager to see what could be done to alleviate some of the problems around the place.  Which, as you can imagine, turned into a 2 hour bitch fest with us telling it like it is – constant state of crisis management. 

Over it, over it, over it …. la di da di dum.


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Big Sal and Surly’s pizza shop is looking mighty fine about now!

First thing that greeted me this morning was the news that my payslips that should have been despatched yesterday afternoon weren’t even printed yet.  And that was due to a fatal HDD crash last FUCKING FRIDAY MORNING!!!   Sigh…  We have a fatal printing issue on Friday that affects halts all cartridge production, and there wasn’t even an Incident Report raised to let us know so we could inform the clients.  Instead, I find out about it when I go to check that it was despatched on time.  The fun bit is that the customers should have been receiving this stuff today, about now… and instead I am calling to tell them that their stuff hasn’t even been printed and oh… by the way… we’re still investigating the extent of the damage, but we should have total backups of everything we need to recover the setups for your jobs… but no…. we’re not sure when they’ll be printed…

So that was item one.

Item two, involved another messy cheque incident where a job was put on hold because we are missing a stock item.  Most of the cheques we print are done on independent cheque stock that has all the pretty colours and logos for each financial institution on them.  And when we raise a job, we have files printing for numerous different banks etc in the one job.  So we ran out of a stock (which by the way occurred because the warehouse is so grossly behind in stocktaking duties that I didn’t get the automated system email telling me to reorder the stock) on one item for Bank H, and the guys down in Laser held up processing files for every other financial institution as well – even though we have PLENTY of their stocks!  So 18 other banks won’t get their stuff on time either.  For reasons beyond my understanding, no one down there was able to act with some modicum of initiative and just hold back on processing Bank H’s files… but decided instead to throw the whole thing aside and wait for someone up here to tell them to print everything but the Bank H stuff.

Needless to say I found myself in my Manager’s office this morning banging my head against a desk, telling them that it seems no matter how hard I work, I am totally unable to affect any success in my role, and that I am excessively close to handing them my resignation right now.  Which i would have thought would elicit some sort of reaction – but I was wrong… several hours later, and they’ve been studiously avoiding me rather than offering assistance to address problems.

Update:  Oh..  I see now that I was being hideously optimistic earlier to suggest that we had back ups of the data on the printer HDDs.   Turns out that the Laser guys are supposed to back up proformas on these old cartridge printers every week… and the most recent one we can find is from back in March!  Yay!!   And it just goes on and on and on… more cheques from October that haven’t been printed for a different bank this time, no reason… files just not processed as far as I can tell.  More stock issues… stock that should have been transferred onto the new watermarked security stock that we’re still printing on old shit.  Raising work orders that someone else has already raised in a right hand doesn’t know what the left one has done kinda thing.  I am sick to death of the total lack of accountability through my entire company!  It’s truly fucked.

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