Thursday, 23 August 2012
I had all intentions of posting the last part of my series of photos from Maine yesterday, but Xanga decided to be temperamental with the photo-uploader-thingie and refused to load any more. It's still acting up today, so instead you get some babbles about my week and I will try again to upload further photos. I'm supposing the site is just mad that I've uploaded so many photos, but it never gave me so much trouble last year when I was uploading as many (or more) of my San Francisco photos.
Instead, you get a babbling mish-moshy semi-rant about work.
Work this week has been work. I had plenty of crap to do on Monday - not work to catch up on from the previous week, thankfully, but NEW work. Every week a bunch of our stores go out and check milk pricing and then report said prices to me. I then compile them and instruct my minions (the Clueless One, The New Dude, and Kathy) on which stores to change pricing on, based on a bunch of rules we have.
Well, they decided to change the rules at random. In some cases, two or three or even four stores are checking the same competitive store, which they don't like because, you know, it's work. So some bigwig in Operations decided that we should not have such a thing happen. Okay, fine, but which to have continue checking and which to tell to stop? I started such decision making before I went on vacation, mostly choosing the stores that didn't suck at it, but there were a few in which all the possibilities seemed to suck equally. So Monday I had to go over that data again, compiling it into some format that allowed for more study, and then Matt put in his two cents and we came to a decision.
Then there was the actual data-piling, etc, etc, which is my usual Tuesday job (soon to be moved to Wednesdays), only now I had to modify a bunch of spreadsheets so that the minions could easily see that store B had to be the same as store A. I gave this job to New Dude and Kathy and kept Clueless out of it. I kind of don't want her doing it any more anyway.
Then, the same sort of thing had to be reproduced with Eggs, only I usually do those myself because they're too complex to entrust to the minions, especially Clueless. Except Matt said the VP wanted this strategy document thingie updated. It was created last May, by some of the Loud People, and parts (lots) of it were wrong. Which I had pointed out were wrong back when it was created, and they said, "yeah we'll fix it," but then didn't. :P
So I updated it so that it was right according to the actual rules, but while I was working on that I had to give the Eggs to the New Dude. I put it in an easy-to-complete format for him, and he blazed through it all in roughly a tenth of the time Clueless would have taken. Thank goodness.
After that, and this task took me into Wednesday, I had to create a Power Point presentation detailing the date change and explaining the stores that were going to be allowed to be lazy. Then I went back and remodified the spreadsheets because I had rushed through them on Tuesday and was not terribly pleased with them - many formulas and such were not working as originally intended because I hadn't had time to verify. Another reason to not give them to Clueless.
Also, I sometimes like to play around with spreadsheets. Yay for formulas.
So yeah, that was most of my week. Today is Matt's Birthday (and also my dad's) and so since he was off today and tomorrow, Kathy decided to get him a cake yesterday. She didn't feel like baking, so instead we went to the store and picked up a "death by chocolate" and a strawberry shortcake, which we ate around 4 while chatting.
Today was a fairly ordinary day. I got into an argument with the lady who is in charge of Data Maintenance. Some items were set up in the wrong category, and the wrong department. They were supposed to be Frozen items (or so it seemed) but they were set up as Grocery items because that was what was on the form, even though it clearly labeled them as "Frozen Dinners" above that. So I mentioned to Coworker Gail that they ought to be re-classified, and since her Boss Lady happened to be walking by, she mentioned it to her.
Well, her reaction? "Who cares?" Yes, that's a direct quote. The woman who is in charge of Data Integrity and Data Accuracy told me she doesn't care about the accuracy of the data.
Her reasoning behind this not caring was that the folks who had sent the form in had not bothered to care, and they "get paid a lot more" to care than she does, so if they don't care then she doesn't care. And since the person who had entered the data had not been diligent enough to question it (she's one of the Gigglers), it was entered as written. So I pointed out that it should be questioned, and she responded with something along the lines of how she was tired of asking the same questions of these people who had sent the form, because their forms were always wrong and they never seemed to learn from her when they asked questions.
I allowed that I understood her frustration, because the people in question are indeed idiots (as are, to be truthful, a great number of the people in the building) but I didn't think that was an excuse to allow such stupidity to continue. She finally said, "all right, to make you happy, I'll ask the question," which in my mind was exactly the wrong attitude to have, especially for one who is supposed to be in charge of the accuracy of the data!
Well, now I understand where the Lunch Planning Guy's methodology comes from and why it's considered acceptable. His motto is, "Get it done." Doesn't matter if what he's doing is wrong, as long as it's completed and off his desk, out of his to-do pile. These Data-Entry folks (aside from Coworker Gail, who is perhaps too detail oriented at time, or oriented on the wrong details) have the idea of, come in, do what's on the form, go home. (Oh, and giggle. Lots of giggling.) Doesn't matter if what's on the form is obviously wrong. Doesn't matter that we in the pricing department have to return the forms to them because things are obviously wrong. To hell with Logic and Reason and intelligent thought!
Follow the form!
Well, that would be grand if the boneheads filling out the forms had the slightest idea what they were doing, which they don't, so of course things come over terribly wrong and aren't questioned and then there are issues and complaints about the wrongness, which naturally do not return to the folks who entered the items, but to those of us who retailed them.
So when she said, "who cares?" I thought, "You shouldn't be in that job."
The day before I had been having a discussion with Matt and Kathy while at lunch which somehow was on the subject of these forms and how they were wrong and we suspected they were missing information. His reaction was that if we suspected information was incorrect, or noted it was missing, we should not do anything with the item until we had a definitive answer. Exactly the opposite mindset. So I'm fairly certain that if I told him that her reaction was "who cares?" he would have the same reaction that I did, which was a mild form of seething rage.
Meanwhile, Señor Biblioteca was babbling on the phone today and checking his AOL Mail. I know because his computer volume was set up high so it announced several times, "YOU'VE GOT MAIL!"
Next week, not only Frank but also Kathy is out, so I am left with New Dude, who spends a great deal of time more than he should looking at sports websites, New Lady, who spends a great deal of time more than she should on the phone with her daughter ("Cammie-coo"), and the Clueless One, who as her name suggest is as clueless as can be. Also slow. My brother calls her "The Slow Lady," and every so often he will ask me, "Is that Slow Lady still there?" and I say, "yes" and he says, "Is she still Slow?" and I say "Yes," and then he laughs and asks, "why don't you just fire her?" and I remind him that I haven't got that power. Sigh. Oh, and Carol #2 will be there, but she's still doing her Other Job three days a week.
Also, Matt wants to move Kathy to another part of the department.
Yay. /sarcasm (in case you couldn't tell)
On the plus side, next next weekend is a long weekend.