on the jukebox: “See You When You’re 40” by Dido
I don’t know why I’m blogging. My website is down again. This time it’s some kind of disk failure. It’s supposed to be up in a few hours. We shall see.
But I continue nonetheless. 😛
THE DREAM
I was at work. I know, how horrible to dream of work! I was in the bail boy’s cubicle. He asked me what I was doing there and I told him that I was just hanging out. And he was cool with it.
I think that’s it. WEIRD!
WORK FRUSTRATIONS
During this holiday season, I find that I am at times in a mood most ungenerous. I know that stress is higher right now and people are getting sick and work just basically sucks, but why is it the people I work with can’t do the simplest of tasks? Why do they make such a big deal out the two seconds they have to interact with me? Why does everyone think their job is just so much more important than mine?
Here’s the simple version of my job:
1. Transportation brings me paperwork aka dispos.
2. I count the dispos.
3. Transfer comes in to bring me the body count
4. If body count and dispo count are the same, it’s clear.
A broader version of the process:
1. Transportation rolls into the sally port.
2. Transfer counts the bodies off the bus/van.
3. Transportation brings me the dispos.
4. I count the dispos.
5. Transfer comes in to bring me the body count.
6. If body count and dispo count are the same, it’s clear.
Sounds pretty easy, right? It’s amazing how the simple process can get screwed up by the people who make more money than me. And then when I remind them, sometimes nicely, sometimes obviously annoyed, they make a big deal out of it.
Last night, the door opens and someone yells, “THIRTY ONE!” Thirty one? I didn’t get any paperwork yet. The transportation dep comes in and hands me the paperwork. I count it. Do you think transfer comes in to make sure it’s clear? No. I have to get a security movement dep to yell out there and the transfer dep comes in all annoyed because he has to clear the count with me. “Is there something wrong with the count?” “I don’t know,” I reply. “You never came in to clear it.”
“I said 31,” he said.
“And I didn’t have any paperwork,” I said.
“Well is it 31?” He asks, totally annoyed at this point. “Because I have to strip search bodies.”
“Yes,” I said.
As he walks away, he mumbles, “You people in here make things difficult.”
Of course, off hand comments like that just PISS ME OFF. Hullo, is it so hard to do things in order? I’m being difficult because I want to do my job right and not get a call at 4am about a count that really didn’t clear? And sorry, but if I don’t get the right count, then nothing from that transport moves because I can’t generate the movement lists for security movement.
It’s just amazing how some people understand the process of my job and how it affects everything else. And then there are the ones who just think that whatever they’re doing is of utmost importance and whatever I or my fellow technicians are doing is just crap. They seem to never get it in their heads that we all need to work together.
Now, perhaps I’m not being the team player. Perhaps I should coddle them. Maybe I should have gone out there to tell them that I got the same count. But see, he didn’t even care. And what would have happened if the count hadn’t been the same? It means that someone made a mistake. Me for not counting right? The courts for sending the wrong paperwork with bodies? Whatever it is, it needs to be figured out. But how could transfer know that if they don’t even check to make sure the paper and body counts are the same?
Most of the time, I enjoy my job. It’s probably twisted of me, but I can’t help it. 😛 And then other times, like yesterday, I just want to strangle people for being such jackasses! And therein lies my frustration…
A HEARTWARMING STORY…
My most favorite guy in the whole world (at work!) stopped by my cubicle last night and we talked about our fellow co-worker and friend whose house burned down. He told me that he brought some clothes and toys for her son. My favorite guy has a son and when his son asked what the stuff was for, he told him. Well, favorite guy’s son told his daddy to give our friend’s son this, then that. He gave up some of his Christmas stuff for him.
I almost cried!
My favorite guy said that he was proud of his son. I thought it was just the sweetest thing. Little boys helping little boys. Awww…
OBLOOM PHOTO
There’s this Sarah Dunn photo of Orlando Bloom that just makes me crazy. And if I could, I would post it here. But since my website is down, this is merely babbling. LOL!
