To work, that is.  I just haven’t been able to get back into the swing of things at work since my week off for Christmas.  I had a couple of good days with my numbers, but for the most part they’ve been below my average for sure.  Bleh.

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I really, really, hate screwing up at work.  And I hate it even more when it’s because of someone else’s previous screw up, which only leads me to add to the damn pile.   GAH!! 

I can just feel my blood pressure rising, and my nerves becoming frazzled.  And if it’s due to someone else’s mistake, then I just plain get pissed off.

I take pride in my work – as boring as it can be at times – and I really hate it when I inadvertantly screw up.

Excuse me… I think I am going to go stomp on something now.

Well, that should actually be, working ON the weekend.

Every now and then when our group gets buried with orders, our managers ask us to work extra on the weekend in exchange for comp time (since we are salaried, we don’t get OT). This is one of those weekends.

We’re getting one comp day for so many orders, and a 2nd if we work so many additional more than the first one.

I’ve got almost just enough for one comp day, and I’ve been at this for maybe an hour. Of course the orders I had sitting in my queue were fairly easy and fast, which helped a lot. I really don’t feel like doing a whole lot this weekend, so I may just stop at the minimum. I haven’t really decided yet. Two comp days would be nice, but… the rest of the stuff sitting in my queue is just annoying stuff, the kinds of things I’d rather put off until it’s just not possible to put it off any longer. Bleh. I’d rather be playing WoW or surfing for fun.

In my husband’s department at work, the time has come for people to change shifts – they are 24/7, so everything three months or so, people are given the option to move their schedule to another shift.

Currently my husband and I carpool, working five days a week.  In his department, they have the option to work four 10 hour days on either side of the week.  He used to work that shift pretty much consistently.  I don’t even remember why he switched to my schedule anymore, maybe it was to start carpooling, maybe it was to try to save some money.  Since working in the evenings in his department garners a 5% shift differential and there is no such thing on days, and when he worked that shift before, the Kiddo only went to daycare part time… ultimately it did not save us any money.

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At the Day Job, we have a queue of tasks that we work out of.

Recently, we have been bombarded with orders.

Today, the total queue of assigned & unassigned orders looks like this:  1123

My queue alone is 85.

The unassigned queue, is 498.

*sigh*

I think there are maybe 12 of us, including our boss.  New orders come in every day, so we barely make any headway.

Upper management complains that our numbers are too high, yet took away the job reqs we had open.

We need more bodies, you imbeciles!!

Is to get as much work done for my day job before lunch…

So that I can spend my afternoon goofing off.  Well, not completely goofing off the entire time.  I’ll still do some work here and there. 🙂  Geeze, what do you think I am?  I total slacker??  Hardly.  😉

Holy mackeral – half the day is gone already??  Eeek!  I realy *have* been wasting a lot of my time at my day job today.  I better get a move on.

One of my biggest pet peeves here at work, aside from incessant noise (you know, like when people click their pens constantly), are what I like to term “squatters”.

Yes, this is bathroom talk, so if you don’t want to read, avert your eyes.

Anyway.  Squatters are ladies who don’t sit on the toilet, but instead, hover over it, to go potty.  I don’t know if anyone has noticed?  But women are not that great with aim when it comes to going potty.  That is why we sit!!  But if you hover… it is quite likely you are going to splatter onto the toilet.  Gross!!  There is little I hate more than to walk into a stall, and see pee on the toilet seat.  In a women’s restroom.  I mean, come ON!

The company provides these neat little covers for the seats if you’re paranoid about setting your tushie on a public toilet!  USE THEM!!   GAAAH!!! *insert runs-away-screaming-smilie here*

At work, I was given a “critical” order to fulfill. However it has some conflicting information that I need to have cleared up before I can finish my work. I have emailed, twice, asking for clarification.

No response.

And supposedly the order is slated to go live in 23 minutes.

*sigh*