adminbear

Got in this morning to discover that a work ticket I'd put in two weeks ago to our IT department, that is due next Tuesday, has been turned down due to lack of time.  I updated the ticket with some numbers showing that if they don't get it done within two weeks one of our major servers will be completely and utterly out of disk space.  I carefully copied the email updating the ticket to the two owners of the company and the board of directors.  I have been charged with taking care of this server and its disk usage directly by them.  I'm sure that someone will guide IT in the error of it's ways.

I did get a few good hours of development time in on a six-plus month old project.  My guestimate of 8 hours is about right.  And it would have been completed by the end of the day, but...

Around 2:30 this afternoon one of our users, who has been expresseley forbidden from texting, emailing, calling, contacting us, *ANY* of us directly, decided to send me email wanting to know where his Monday reports were.  I just forwarded the message to my manager, which resulted in a loud "WHEN THE FUCK WILL HE EVER LEARN?" from across the room.  She told me to put in a ticket, then she called his management and told her that if he breaks the "no contact" rule again, he's dead meat.

Well, I took a look at the work ticket, all of his examples showed, as usual, that he's a flaming retard idiot.  Wrote up precise examples showing him that not only had his reports run, but they'd been printed and mailed before he'd even contacted me.  He came back asking about another set of reports and...

I  WAS  SCREWED

Seems that one of our junior programmers who'd been doing some work for me, and finished said work and tested and checked said work into the code repository system, failed to confirm one minor thing... to ask me to install it on the live production systems.  And I've been so busy I didn't take note of the failure.

As a result, we mailed out 217 packets of mail that should have had a check in them and instead they had blank paper.  The checks were sitting in a now unused print queue.

So, I stayed at work until around 7:30 re-running 43 jobs, by hand, to rebuild the checks and payment data and sent them off to our mailing vendor.  The postage isn't the big issue.  Its the fact that the people that receive those envelopes with their payment data and no check are going to be calling our customer service reps wanting to know where their checks are.  I'm fortunate that they can't forward calls to me 'cause they probably would after about the first 50 or so.

But the most fun part was sometime after 4, my manager was standing in my cubicle talking to me (instead of letting me work) and asked me to show her something on my screen.  I swivelled around in my chair and one of the legs broke off it sending me crashing to the ground, scraping the crap out of my arm on the broken leg and nearly (but fortunately not) crashing into my manager.  I thing it's possible that it scared her more than it did me.  Several of us have been complaining to the company about the abysmally rotten chairs they give us to sit in 8+ hours a day.   Mine was an old chair pulled out of store room somewhere, it wasn't even new.  The HR lady said (I'm sure with her usual sour look & attitude) that of course if I needed any medical attention that I should charge it off to worker's comp (DUH!!!!).  As of right now, other than the scrape on my arm, I'm just kinda sore.  Don't know what tomorrow morning will be like.

Anyway, I'm tired, sore and grumpy.  I'm going to bed.