Other people's elephants
Oct. 25th, 2007 08:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammarwomanI may have mentioned once or twice that I don't like my job. However, upon further reflection, I realize that what really drives me to despair is my coworkers.
Exhibit A: The project I'm working on has been a nightmare from day one. It's been four years since the last update, due to various department politics and feuds. The guy who wrote and maintained it was pre-emptively pulled off it, so another guy with little Visual Basic experience could do the bulk of the programming. (Brilliant!) As a result, the program has been buggy and unreliable, and the rest of the team has had to pull long hours and work weekends in testing and fixing. I'm all for teamwork, but I resent like hell having to put in extra effort to fix someone else's mistakes (especially because if I were submitting such crappy code, I'd have had my ass chewed off). I've started referring to this as sweeping up after other people's elephants.
Exhibit B: I hate the word "perception". It is the perception among my (busybody, fishing-for-faults) coworkers that I do nothing but surf all day. (Never mind that the majority of them are checking their stocks, email, sports scores, and weather reports whenever I walk by.)
Evidently now, it might now be the fucking perception that I'm involved with my coworker Chad, because I sit with him at lunch and we went to the convention a few weeks back with our friend Candi. (One guy sniped that "of course you guys have to sit together at lunch - you always do!", and another commented that it was convenient that Chad and I both had errands to run today at lunch. I would have laughed off the first, but the second put my hackles up.) It has nothing to do with the fact that we're both geeks who watch the same TV shows and most of the rest of people we work with are conservative, sports-watching, gossiping Republican assholes.
I desperately need to get out of there.
Exhibit A: The project I'm working on has been a nightmare from day one. It's been four years since the last update, due to various department politics and feuds. The guy who wrote and maintained it was pre-emptively pulled off it, so another guy with little Visual Basic experience could do the bulk of the programming. (Brilliant!) As a result, the program has been buggy and unreliable, and the rest of the team has had to pull long hours and work weekends in testing and fixing. I'm all for teamwork, but I resent like hell having to put in extra effort to fix someone else's mistakes (especially because if I were submitting such crappy code, I'd have had my ass chewed off). I've started referring to this as sweeping up after other people's elephants.
Exhibit B: I hate the word "perception". It is the perception among my (busybody, fishing-for-faults) coworkers that I do nothing but surf all day. (Never mind that the majority of them are checking their stocks, email, sports scores, and weather reports whenever I walk by.)
Evidently now, it might now be the fucking perception that I'm involved with my coworker Chad, because I sit with him at lunch and we went to the convention a few weeks back with our friend Candi. (One guy sniped that "of course you guys have to sit together at lunch - you always do!", and another commented that it was convenient that Chad and I both had errands to run today at lunch. I would have laughed off the first, but the second put my hackles up.) It has nothing to do with the fact that we're both geeks who watch the same TV shows and most of the rest of people we work with are conservative, sports-watching, gossiping Republican assholes.
I desperately need to get out of there.
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Date: 2007-10-26 02:27 pm (UTC)Cooooooome to Riiiichmooooond . . .
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Date: 2007-10-26 02:32 pm (UTC)I'm passively hunting; once I'm finished with this Soul-Sucking Project of Doom, I might have some brain cells left when I get home at night to get going on finding a new job.
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Date: 2007-10-26 04:52 pm (UTC)We gaaaaaaaaaame . . . . .
C'mooooooooooooooooooooon . . . .
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Date: 2007-10-26 08:05 pm (UTC)