August 6th, 2005

work, headset, nerf bat, working

Fun with Schedules (again)

Turns out that the happy schedule-fu from work, the thing where I got my schedule turned upside-down and handed back to me was even more screwed-up than I thought.

There are two places where the schedule is kept. One of them, for staff and phone goons yoinked to pretend they're staff, is a simple spreadsheet stored somewhere on the system. That's the one that the supervisory-type person changed.

(Incidentally, I am not the only phone goon yoinked to pretend we're staff who is confused as to who our direct supervisor is; Trendy Chick Super was asking about that the other night. It could be one of about half a billion people, actually.)

There is also another place -- the little system that keeps track of the phone goon and phone goon yoinked to pretend we're staff schedules and the jobs we know how to do -- the system that makes up the people/booth lists and the seating charts -- that schedule is contained. The supervisory-type person did not know about this one, and did not know that it was necessary to change things there.

So I was scheduled in last Sunday morning, but not Sunday evening. (I was check-in Sunday evening, so I got to see that I was put down as an absence on the Sunday morning shift, and note that I should not have been scheduled in, and was in fact there in the evening.) I was not scheduled in Monday. (I was check-in on Monday, and again noted this on the paperwork.) I was scheduled in on Thursday, and put down as a no-call/no-show. Snarky Lady Supervisor was very curious about this, as that's just not like me. "Um, because I wasn't scheduled in?"

Things got fixed in the system. Things got fixed in the system fast. My bad attendance points were taken away. The supervisor who'd unknowingly caused all the ruckus had the error of her ways (needing to change things in both places instead of just the one) pointed out to her. Peace and happiness ruled the workplace, and lo, all was good.
  • Current Mood
    tired tired
phone, cordless phone

Work

The other supervisors have discovered the fact that I know about chickens. Highlights included Cute Poser-Geek Super making bad jokes about "cock", and the eating thereof, and demonstrating his utter ignorance of what animals one can and can't eat. (One can eat male cattle. One can eat male chickens. One should avoid eating an animal that has just up and died, lest it have something nasty.)

Silliness followed, resulting in a foot-in-mouth moment for Stressy College Chick: there was the obligatory Workplace Casting Thread, which moved from Powder to Curious George, and cast Stressy College Chick as The Man in the Yellow Hat. Stressy College Chick admitted that she in fact really could go for a banana just now.

Rev. Nice Super: "I have a banana for you: in my pants!"
Stressy College Chick: "I was looking for a banana that's more yellow."
All: *fall on floor laughing* *gasp things to the effect of that being DREADFUL*

Figment went home, at my insistence, following him not being able to string together a coherent sentence.

"If I find something in the shower, I might say 'dookey', but otherwise, I enjoy being adult enough to say 'shit'." -- Rev. Nice Super

There was some rousing discussion about how Rev. Nice Super and Cute Poser-Geek Super are really an OTP. Rev. Nice Super attempted to establish that Cute Poser-Geek Super and I are perfect for each other. I am not a goth, despite the clothing. (Gilly the Perky-Goth?)

Work is fun.
phone, cordless phone

Cats & People

Sis called this morning, way too early. (I went to sleep way too late, and had to get up slightly less early than she called.) She perpetually worries me. She sounds reasonably happy, though, and Moshie was doing his usual morning "feed me feed me feed me" routine, mobbing her ankles.

I miss the Mosh.
twilight, Fairbanks to Phoenix, two worlds

Water

There is now an operational water filter on my sink. I can taste the difference. Phoenix water tastes of earth and metal, like the dust in the air and the sun in the sky. Filtered water tastes of sweet nothing.
  • Current Music
    Duran Duran - Hungry Like the Wolf