have a cathartic whinge from time to time

am feeling quite sick right now. This evening I discovered some money was missing from my purse. I went to the shop yesterday and definitely had some notes in there, and now there aren’t any. It seems to be just the notes that are missing, my cards are all there.

Possible explanations:

• I went on some sort of shopping binge while in a zombie state ;)
• they fell out of my purse somehow
• someone nicked them

When at work, I leave my bag in the bottom drawer of my desk, and I don’t lock it. There are generally lots of people around in the office and there has never been an issue before. Ironically we had a discussion at the team meeting today about locking the door to the office, and the issue of locked drawers came up, and on the whole the view was that this wasn’t necessary as we all trust each other.

However it seems that option 3 is the most likely, which means there is someone in the office who can’t be trusted. Today we had a team meeting and at one point someone left the room to log off her computer as we were having some work done on the server and it needed to be rebooted, and she hadn’t logged off. Everyone else was in the meeting, so this was a rare opportunity for this person to open my drawers without anyone else being around. On the other hand this person comes across as a very moral, upright sort of person and it seems very unlikely to me that she would have stolen money.

I hate this feeling. I don’t want to go into work tomorrow and start making accusations and starting a witch-hunt, especially as it is conceivable that somehow I did just lose the money – but on the other hand it would be pretty stupid not to lock my drawers from now on, and others will notice that and think that now I don’t trust them. Also what if it happens to someone else? Argh. Not sure what to do. I really wish this hadn’t happened!

quite as irritating as the sound of a person sitting behind you scraping every last bit of yoghurt out of the pot. For five bloody minutes.

Argh! I do wish I could be less sensitive to noise sometimes.

I am in a vile mood! (or at least I was till a mysterious person sent me a cheery message… you know who you are, mysterious person!)

Just have to get this off my chest.

So yesterday there’s the finance team working away and thinking “Mmm it’s about lunchtime!” At this precise moment the office admin person announces that it’s time for her to go and see the flower guy, who happens to have arranged the meeting in a nearby bar. And just for the hell of it, she decides to take along the admin assistant for no particular reason. So some of the rest of the office, ravenous as the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal by this stage, have to stay at their desks in order to man the phones. The pair of them come back an hour later bragging loudly about how they have been drinking wine with flower guy.

Today, further supexitment as the office admin team leave their desks unattended for long periods. Cue me and my minion D having to answer their phones. D is already struggling with the workload and the last thing I need it her constantly getting interrupted.

This evening I decide to stay late to get some work done. The office admin person’s phone rings at 5.25. Since I shouldn’t be in the office, I take an executive decision not to answer it. It rings about 30 times, then the office admin person pops out of whatever cupboard she was hiding in, in a fury with me for not answering the phone as it turns out to be someone in the IT dept who can help with our website. This is the website that hasn’t been updated since last September. Now while I’m as eager as anybody to see the website get updated, it seems to me it could perhaps wait till tomorrow. And then Big Phil gives me a bollocking for not answering the phone. It’s tempting to ask if he’d like me to move to the office so I could provide a 24 hour phone-answering service for the admin person, but fortunately I manage to resist this.

She is really pissing me off at the moment. I hope things get better soon.

A team mate!

_{oops, am supposed to be whinging ;)}

ideally about half in the morning when I’m having breakfast, to hand out to overnight comments/FTFers, and half in the evening to hand out to stuff that’s happened during the day or is indeed happening right now… there’s nothing I enjoy more than a nice game of cheer table-tennis ;)

Now: I get them all in the morning and none whatsobloodyever when I get home! Where’s that cheerbot, I want to give it a damned good kicking!

Edit: guess what, they just came through! threatening the cheerbot works! ;)

The Difficult Person, that is. Why do I let her get to me? Why does she annoy me so much?

This week I am covering for Min II who decided to take 3 days off work at what is possibly the busiest time of year. As Min II is a temp we weren’t really in a position to dictate terms. This is something I need to talk to Big Phil about as it makes me very uneasy – she could pack up at any time and there is no effective notice period.

Anyway, this morning the DP managed to imply that I should not only a) be doing my job, and b) be doing Min II’s job but also c) be doing her (current) job by doing the January management accounts. Which would leave the DP doing, er, nothing much between now and the end of March. How nice for her.

Grrrrrrr!

On top of that there has been the usual hooting, sniffing and being unnecesarily snippy to people on the phone.

The office is going to be rearranged soon to accommodate various new people. I currently sit next to the DP so I wonder if I might be able to use this as an opportunity to move… The problem is exacerbated by the fact that we still don’t have any sideways desk dividers – we have them splitting the desk opposite off so ironically I can’t see nice colleague Z who sits opposite me (we talk looking at each other’s reflections in the window!) but I am painfully aware every time the DP sneakily completes a clue in the sudoku puzzle which she has hidden behind her keyboard.

Argh. Just need to get it out of my system. This is probably completely the wrong thing to do – the Mind Gym book goes on about how to have better relationships with people you’ve got to attribute the best of intentions to them and basically pretend you like them and then they will like you, but I don’t feel capable of doing that today.

write my gratitude entry now, but I can’t think of anything much to say so instead I’m going to have a moan!

• no cheers all bloody day! assuming I get some later they’ll probably all arrive when I want to go to bed
• the horrible horrible woman who had a real go at me today about something ridiculous (the Slow Minion had put the wrong reference on something). I can totally see the horrible woman’s point of view and I sent her an email giving her the references that she needed but what got me what how she was so unnecessarily unpleasant about it. I ended up crying in the loos instead of huqing. Yeah, not good. Am feeling better now and nobody noticed, fortunately, but I really need to grow a thicker skin to cope with dreadful people like that
• recycling not done
• haven’t been to the gym for ages
• have used up my Nano ending already and now have to bullshit for 14,000 words which is a challenge even for me! zonino!

Sorry. This is my cathartic whinge goal. I’ll try to be cheerier tomorrow.

In the meantime has anything good happened?

• I was able to take the piss out of Min II who accidentally stole the DP’s cows-shagging mug – she didn’t realise it belonged to the DP. Nevertheless, a dreadful lapse of taste on the part of Min II as there were plenty of other mugs available. Actually come to think of it Min III unloaded the dishwasher and put the mugs in a different cupboard, so to be fair to Min II perhaps she thought the cows-shagging mug was the only mug available. This won’t stop me relentlessly teasing her about it…
• I revised the whizzy spreadsheet twice for the chief exec and he was very pleased with it. World Domination beckons!
• I’ve written 1500 words today already and it’s not 8.00 yet
• Madam Ish is cheering me on and I can’t let her down ;)
• the flat is clean and tidy (apart from the pile of recycling)

is even more bloody than I feared it would be. The SM seems to be having a total meltdown. Don’t feel good at all.

I’m seriously crishing today. Having spent last week agonising about the Slow Minion, in the end we decided to give her a second chance with greater guidance. So at the beginning of the day I set out what we want her to do, to give her a better sense of what is expected. I also constantly tell her to ask me if there’s anything she’s unsure about, and I try to be as approachable as possible at all times.

So today what I had in mind was:

- main charity thankyou letters (some of which should have been done months ago) 1 hour
- filing (ditto) 1 hour
- club bankings 1 hour
- phone queries 1 hour
- club invoices and cheques 2 hours
- club sales invoices 1 hour

Total 7 hours.

Instead of which it took her all morning to write about 3 thank you letters, and it has taken her 2 hours to do less than half the banking sheets. These are on an automated thing whereby you literally just tap numbers into the system, it requires no energy or brain whatsoever and you don’t need to know what the codes are as they all come up automatically. Bish bash bosh and really the whole thing should be out of the way in 30 minutes (1 hour above was a very generous allowance).

I went over to her desk half an hour ago and told her I thought she should have finished by now and could she please step up the pace a bit. She looked stunned, but nothing much has happened since. I know this because at the end of each section the system prints out a report. These reports should be printing every 3 minutes or so, but I haven’t heard it print anything for about 30 minutes now.

I really didn’t want to have to get rid of her, but this is just taking the piss and I’m not going to put up with it any more. Watch this space for a new minion coming shortly!

The Difficult Person, who also happens to be my immediate boss, has forwarded me an email, sent to her by her husband, with a rude cartoon in it involving some female anatomy. Her email to me says: “I think you’ll like this!” Argh! WTF?

I gave a sort of weak smile when I saw it, as she was looking for a reaction, and I didn’t want to come across as a humourless miseryguts, but nor do I want to encourage her!

Hopefully it’s a one-off occasion.

Argh!