My workload has been getting heavier and heavier lately as more equipment is being brought into the company and, our lab staff being small, so much is being sent out for calibrations and repairs that would otherwise be done in-house. I’m the one who will check it in, set up the histories and files, get quotes, fill out the shippers for the various services, enter the certifications when it comes back, track it while its gone, receive it back, and approve the invoices as I verify each job has been completed to my satisfaction, double-check the work of the technicians here, file reports, and archiving. That’s the nutshell version of what I do here. Part of it anyway.
For the last two years, it got more complicated because we were trying out a new database system so everything had to entered both on the new system and the old and the new one was clunkier, requiring all sorts of extra steps and unnecessary redundancies. But I survived it and was glad when the new system was finally done away with as not being worth the trouble.
I had maybe a month or two to enjoy being free of the extra system, albeit still with a heavy work load. Then SURPRISE! We were bought by another company and given a whole new operating system not just to track and manage calibrations and repairs on but also to purchase things on and enter our time cards and everything else. It covers everything we do and it’s not as clunky as the other system we tried out. In fact, it could be quite efficient except for one little thing: there are bloody codes for everything in the new system and most of them don’t make any intuitive sense at all. It’s crazy making!
Yes, I said bad words. LOTS of them.
See, the way I learn specific skills is on a purely need-to-know, hand’s on, basis. Pour something into my brain that I can see an immediate use for and it will not only stay put there but I will very rapidly figure out everything about it. Pour something in that I can not see an immediate use for, then it drains right out my ears. Algebra had that effect on me. I mean, what the hell is it for?
What bugged me on the new system was a whole bunch of training on areas of the program I will probably never use because it doesn’t touch on my job at all. Hours were wasted on that training while the work piled up on my desk and I had to go through it repeatedly because I could not manage to absorb the parts of it that I would not be using. Why do they want to waste my time that way? I get paid quite a decent wage for them to be wasting my time like that.
The parts of the new system I will be using, I got the hang of right away. The rest just frustrated me because it was being crammed down my throat at a time I really needed to be getting other stuff down.
Frustrated is too weak a word. I was PISSED. I was so upset at having so much piled on top of me that I beginning to consider a bunch of job offers I’d received through Linked-In. In fact, I wanted to walk out straightaway but lest it be said that I fled when things got a little rough, I decided to at least hang in there a day or two more. Then I’d run away to the mountains to be a hermit or a crazy cat lady or something far from the trials and tribulations of the high-tech, high stress modern world and even my husband who does, after all, drive me into it every day.
I forgot that it was my 15th anniversary at work.
My boss told me we were having an impromptu meeting so I followed him to the conference room straightway figuring now would not be a great time to tell him I was leaving.
Everyone was there. He thanked me for 15 years service and handed me a gift box.
I had to fight either throwing up right there on the table or bursting into tears. I couldn’t even bring myself to touch the box, let alone look inside. I wanted to LEAVE, damn it anyway! So I didn’t say anything and turned away so that I wouldn’t have to look at the box. When a coworker behind me demanded a speech, the lump in my throat almost choked me and another coworker, Sue, who could see my face, commented, “Now would not be a good time for a speech I don’t think.”
Subject dropped, we proceeded with some training.
Unable to bring myself to touch the box, I left it behind me when we left the conference room.
I know. How awful of me. And now I’m never going to know what was in the box either. *SIGH*
Training afterwards clarified that I would only need to study the areas pertinent to my job and not have to waste any more time on the useless stuff. It would have been nice to know that before. It really would have! Gah.
End of rant. Good morning!