postings of a professional redhead

I don’t complain about work very often, and when I do it’s pretty much half-hearted; I consider myself one of the lucky ones who truly enjoy not only their job, but also [most of] the people they work with. Especially my boss, who I shall refer to as Awesome Boss for the purposes of this blog forever more.

Awesome Boss and I share half a cubicle together, so it’s pretty close quarters. He’s not quite 30 years older than I am, grew up on a rural farm in way upstate New York, and has been doing this kind of stuff since he was in the armed services. Basically, he’s probably one of the most knowledgeable people in this field, not to mention being one of the smartest people I know. The man is obviously gifted. Right now Awesome Boss is away in that flip-flopping country where The Man & Big Brother, Inc. do a lot of business with our partner/supplier, Flip-Flop Inc. What does this mean?

I’m holding down the fort. The problem with me holding down the fort is that I’m the youngest - and the only female - in this current working group, and since I’m normally nice people think they can try to abuse my n00b status by pissing down the totem pole. The thing is, just because most of the time Awesome Boss fights the battles for me, doesn’t mean I don’t have a can of whoop ass ready for the opening.

People who wait until the last minute to request things that involve major changes (such as reprogramming, rewiring, etc.) and then try to say that they emailed me about this months ago and it’s not their fault truly disgust me. First of all, you can’t just change stuff without getting approval from The Chiefs, so claiming you sent me an email is totally out of process to begin with. Secondly, I sent this guy, this Weasel von Pointy-Finger, about seven emails while I was reviewing his material asking him repeatedly to verify that what was in the system was indeed what he wanted. He of course ignored my emails, and didn’t realize until it was Too Late that shit! he’s not getting what he needs when we go to Flip-Flop Inc.

Well QQ, Mr. Weasel von Pointy-Finger, this is why you need to pay attention to emails I send out! I can’t believe you tried to play the system because Awesome Boss was not here to yell at you for this bullshit that you thought you could just blame me and we would never know. Well you didn’t expect that someone would txt me from the meeting and tell me to get my behind in there and boy did I print out every email I sent you, along with the “Mr. Weasel von Pointy-Finger has deleted your email without opening it” notifications I get from exchange, and it felt truly amazing to let you know (in professional and diplomatic language of course) that I think you’re a big, giant wanktard.

Something else that happened this week that has my panties in a twist – someone sent me some test instructions and asked me to review them and get everyone else who needs to sign off for this test to approve. So I get all the managers to sign off on this thing, and then of course AFTER it is signed off a representative of a certain government agency that shall remain unnamed decides they have an issue with one part of this document. So Mr. Requester calls me up and QQs on my voice mail saying how he never approved this (technically, he never sent me an email saying “I approve this) – but he’s the one who wrote it, and he’s the one who told me to get everyone else to sign off! I consider that implied consent! Trying to say “well, I never even approved this” once people start having an issue with it is a total cop-out. You wrote it, you asked me to “get everyone else to sign off,” so please justify to me how I somehow misinterpreted your intentions, you big baby.