Archive for January, 2008

Days off

My mother knows me all too well. She told me a few days ago a small fragile parcel was en route to me, and I waited impatiently.

Today, being a day off, I went to the postbox after dropping the Womble at work. It contained a box, wrapped in pass the parcel style (that’s Mum for you).

The box contained this:

I am glad today is a day off. I’ve had a couple of bad days at work. Yesterday heralded the first time I’ve ever been told off in any job for something that was neither my fault nor responsibility. In fact, it basically boiled down to “Sorry, Boss, but I’m not psychic, please go yell at So-and-so who should have done X and didn’t!” On top of the Return of Email Tennis Man, after a major internet outage, yesterday was just not a good day.

The Rules of Email Tennis.

Ingredients
One user
One IT support geek
One email system
One Potion of BullHeadedness

Method
User sends email to Service Desk requesting change. Geek responds, explaining that this cannot be done under IT policy (see also: no), but alternatives A, B, and C are available instead.

User retorts with email, finely rewording their original request. Geek politely responds, reiterating IT policy (see also: no), and provides alternatives A, B, and C again, as per the previous email.

User consumes Potion of BullHeadedness. User retorts, again, with another rewording of their original request. User clearly believes that IT have not understood them, and are taking pains to make their request clear.

Geek responds, again. Geek has double and triple checked with the administrators responsible for this policy (in a careful measure ensuring that none of the vast acreage of available backside is exposed); Geek thus knows well that the answer is No, No, No, No, and NO. Geek endeavours to make this painfully clear in the response. Geek also provides alternatives A, B, and C, provides option D for good measure, and closes with an invitation to discuss the policy further with the administrators.

User retorts with a demand to see a paper copy of this policy.

Geek politely explains that, if user has any questions, they may discuss them with the administrators, as made clear in the previous email.

User requests that a ticket be raised in the call logging system, so that they may obtain a copy of the precious policy.

Geek responds with a finely crafted volley; Geek leaves desk, visits with the administrators, and watches them enact a phone call wherein they deliver an authoritative “no!”

User retreats from the field in high dudgeon.

Geek wins.

Pratting about.

The weekend was pleasant, if a bit quiet. We’d done all the chores mid-week, due to impending house inspection. Mind you, when the landlady eventually arrived, her other calls of the day were evictions, one of which involved a spectacularly filthy mess, so anything involving pleasant, well-mannered, and clean tenants? Was a bonus.

It’s funny, really. I don’t tidy the house because I want to meet the landlady’s standards in any way. I tidy the house because I hate having people I don’t know or like much in my home, so dammit there’s going to be NOTHING to criticise.

We also had a birthday to go to, at which I discovered that the birthday girl knows one of my workmates. Small world. Not an unpleasant surprise, as I like the workmate in question, just an “Oh! Hey! You!” I also took cake, which seemed to be pleasantly received.

It was pretty good cake, mind you.

Tobermory’s laptop is also dying. It’s no surprise, as I am personally responsible for it being dropped at least twice, and it’s rather elderly to begin with. Colitis has loaned us a mac mini to tide us over. It’s smaller than the external drives, and I find this absolutely hilarious. It’s also nippy as hell, strongly reinforcing the “want” factor.

And Tobermory started the new job this week. Yay job! It has been characterised thus far by a landing in the Very Deep end – presumably they believe in trial-by-fire – a migraine (augh), and the pleasure that results from Working Stuff Out. I think he’ll do OK, he came home sounding really happy today.

Also, work means monies, which makes all things better. Money doesn’t buy happiness, but the lack of it does rent a certain amount of unhappiness.

Thank you, Universe!

Sigh. The annoying coworker who was a large part of the reason we lost internets is also why Boss reminded us today we don’t have internets any more. He was, very obviously, watching video clips online in his lunchbreak. Gee thanks, arsehole. Why is there always one?

Boss intends to install a system whereby users can submit tickets to us. He’s using his brains, and intends for it all to be pre-made forms with compulsory fields and so on. In itself, that’s not stupid. I did explain my experience from previous jobs, where approximately 5% of our calls were explaining “Go here, fill in this form”, and a further 5% were calls from retards who couldn’t fill out complex fields like “What is your name?”.

His response was a disbelieving *blinkblink* “You’re joking.” On explaining that no, I was not joking, yes really I did have to explain to more than one person you put “John Smith” in the name box, “John.Smith@company.com” in the email box, and so on all the way through the form… I’d like to wish he was rethinking the idea, but he won’t be. Such is life.

On the such is life note, it turns out that life threw us a very pleasant curveball, back when we applied for Tobermory’s work permit. We had the option of a ‘based on job’ permit or a ‘based on relationship’ permit. For various reasons of “his work were being annoying” nature, we went with the ‘based on relationship’ one.

He’s going into a new job next week. So I called Immigration to discuss what paperwork was required.

Turns out, if we’d had the work-based permit, he’d have been in the country illegally since November, when he lost the job.

THANK YOU, Universe, for making us get the relationship permit. No really, THANK YOU.

Yay!

The Womble has a job! HOORAY JOB.

In other news, today contained an unrelenting tide of flailing deep phone queue, happy pleasant “Hello! I’m back from my vacation and I would like new passwords please!” with side helpings of OMG WHY CAN’T I SEND EMAILS (that would be because you were away for a month and have surpassed your quota by 480%), and similar salutary lessons that lead us to conclude that it’s true: when faced with a computer, 90% of people let their brains fall out their ears.

And a little life lesson, aimed at one of the more annoying female-types that apparently inhabit my workplace: You call the help desk for, hmm, let’s think, HELP. So wouldn’t it be a nice idea to let the boys and girls on the telephones, I don’t know, FINISH A GODDAMN SENTENCE? Just one! One sentence in a ten minute phone call, that’s all I needed! ONE SENTENCE but no, instead, I had to keep interjecting here and there to try and shut your flappy face up for two seconds so I could explain that no, the little fact you were INSISTING on sharing was UTTERLY AND COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT TO YOUR PROBLEM, and although I had said this multiple times, and you had actually acknowledged this multiple times, you still couldn’t seem to find the all-important link between brain and mouth and TURN IT OFF,

I put her on mute for over 30 seconds, and mimicked her to my phone, which at least had the salutary effect of amusing my coworkers.

We needed the laugh, today.

And then during this, one of our major systems fell over, leading the lead technician who had just returned from vacation to announce to us all that he QUIT, he just wanted a peaceful first day back, but instead he now had 243 voicemail messages on his cellphone which wouldn’t stop ringing long enough for him to call the external company he required to fix the problem. Poor bastard.

Yay job!