The Blog of kilyra

If you choose to follow my writing, I promise I will make it entertaining.  Whether I'm diving into something current or into the past, I'd like to give you a well rounded view of myself.

Today, however, I'm just angry and I don't know what to do about it.  Normally I'm a pretty happy person but lately with work it's just one crap thing after another and I'm suffocating.

Today has been the icing on the cake.  My manager, Anne and this...ugh, what do you call him even?  Sven is his name and he's kind of the head accounting department guy.  But he sticks his nose in everywhere and for some reason likes to pick on Anne.  So the icing on the cake is their latest pissing match.  And guess who's actually getting pissed on?

One half of my job is strictly paperwork.  I've got to invoice costs our crews use, including the time spent on a job.  We all do timesheets to reflect that.  Well, Sven is the one who provides someone to do our timesheets and he keeps playing games.  The latest game is the timesheet person no longer comes out to our warehouse to do her work, but straight to the main one.  Meaning I guess it's MY job to set up delivery between the two warehouses in order to get her work to her and from her to myself so I can do my job (keep in mind I don't drive so it's not like I can just do it).

Did he bother to tell us that we need to set this up?  No.  We just thought she wasn't here for the last couple of days.  Today she finally lets me know that she was told not to stop in at our office first anymore.

UGH.  So now my boss is doing the "Fine, then Sven will have to set up getting her paperwork to us", and he's going the "They'll have to sort out delivery for themselves.".  Nothing is happening, no one is talking about it, and my job is suffering.

Seriously, I may as well go home if this is the case because I can't put my paperwork together.  Once they finally, grudgingly do something about the deliveries, I'll have to do serious over time to get caught up.

Why does no one care?  Why do they not realize it's the little guy who suffers?  I'm so sick of it.  It's frustrating because I really like Anne, and I sympathize with her plight.  But how long can I be expected to stay just because I like my boss when everything else is horrendous? The only thing holding me here is the fact my common-law and I are living off one income.

But that's another story.