Ranting ahead.
Mar. 12th, 2010 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meitantei_cjSo today, my dumb boss applied his stupidity to the folks at ACS. Specifically, there are four files we get from Albany, along with instructions, at a certain point in the contracts process, and we send that e-mail along with the four files to ACS (copying/pasting the contents of the e-mail so it comes from us, not from Albany, because Albany and ACS are not supposed to interact). I sent the e-mail to ACS like we always do. The BOSS came out and told me not to send the file with a memo from Anna (in Albany) to him, because ACS might try to get answers from her if they need help with something.
Several things wrong with this. One, we have ALWAYS sent ACS the files like this. Every single time. HE has done it, and if he denies it, I will pull up the damn e-mail he sent myself. Two, ACS is not so stupid that they're going to go out of their way to find out what Anna's phone number is and call her, or look up her e-mail address and e-mail her, just because her name appears in a memo that wasn't even ADDRESSED TO THEM. Three, I'm the one sending ACS the e-mail; the message comes from me, with my signature at the bottom, with my e-mail address and phone number in it. NOT Anna's/Albany's. Four, Melvin wanted clarification on something. Guess who he called? NOT ALBANY.
So I got pissed because my boss once again told me how to do my job with absolutely no basis for it other than "hurrr, I know everything!", and is a dumbass that thinks everyone ELSE around him are dumbasses. Oh, and a memo not addressed to ACS going to ACS =/= DIRECT CONTACT OMG. Fucking idiot. Anyway, needless to say, I went and bought lottery tickets directly after that, as I tend to do when I'm struck with GTFOism. If I end up staying on VRWS for the fall semester and taking a day off or something like that every week, I swear to god, my day off is going to be Friday, because he gets so. fucking. stupid. on Fridays. Everyone says this job is so great, and I feel like an idiot and almost ungrateful for hating it as much as I do when it's so hard to find jobs, but screw it. I hate it, and there is nothing that will change my mind. I wish I could go in on Monday and say someone else could have it, but I haven't hit the big jackpot yet.
And at home, my brother called Mom, and his anger is ridiculous, and he may or may not be on his way down here for the weekend again with Dad, and school is not going well again and he wants to do some homeschooling thing that Brandon does because he couldn't get along with people in school either, and I just don't even know anymore. Seriously. He makes me not want kids. I love the kid, but he swears he knows everything, and he doesn't listen, and he continually lies to us so we don't know when actual truth is coming out of his mouth, and I swear, if this had all happened a couple of years ago, maybe I'd still have Nick, because the kid thing wouldn't be a problem.
I was going to get started on my Illustration homework tonight, but I think I'll let it wait until tomorrow.
Several things wrong with this. One, we have ALWAYS sent ACS the files like this. Every single time. HE has done it, and if he denies it, I will pull up the damn e-mail he sent myself. Two, ACS is not so stupid that they're going to go out of their way to find out what Anna's phone number is and call her, or look up her e-mail address and e-mail her, just because her name appears in a memo that wasn't even ADDRESSED TO THEM. Three, I'm the one sending ACS the e-mail; the message comes from me, with my signature at the bottom, with my e-mail address and phone number in it. NOT Anna's/Albany's. Four, Melvin wanted clarification on something. Guess who he called? NOT ALBANY.
So I got pissed because my boss once again told me how to do my job with absolutely no basis for it other than "hurrr, I know everything!", and is a dumbass that thinks everyone ELSE around him are dumbasses. Oh, and a memo not addressed to ACS going to ACS =/= DIRECT CONTACT OMG. Fucking idiot. Anyway, needless to say, I went and bought lottery tickets directly after that, as I tend to do when I'm struck with GTFOism. If I end up staying on VRWS for the fall semester and taking a day off or something like that every week, I swear to god, my day off is going to be Friday, because he gets so. fucking. stupid. on Fridays. Everyone says this job is so great, and I feel like an idiot and almost ungrateful for hating it as much as I do when it's so hard to find jobs, but screw it. I hate it, and there is nothing that will change my mind. I wish I could go in on Monday and say someone else could have it, but I haven't hit the big jackpot yet.
And at home, my brother called Mom, and his anger is ridiculous, and he may or may not be on his way down here for the weekend again with Dad, and school is not going well again and he wants to do some homeschooling thing that Brandon does because he couldn't get along with people in school either, and I just don't even know anymore. Seriously. He makes me not want kids. I love the kid, but he swears he knows everything, and he doesn't listen, and he continually lies to us so we don't know when actual truth is coming out of his mouth, and I swear, if this had all happened a couple of years ago, maybe I'd still have Nick, because the kid thing wouldn't be a problem.
I was going to get started on my Illustration homework tonight, but I think I'll let it wait until tomorrow.
