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So here I am, working. On Sunday. On the opposite side of the city.… - love like me ・ 日記
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So here I am, working. On Sunday. On the opposite side of the city. The chair is uncomfortable and won't raise no matter what I do to it, the monitor is one of those old-fashioned cheap bulgy-out ones1, is set at 800x600, and I'm forced to sit too close to it in order to reach the mouse. At least they're not blocking the internet anymore...

And that's after the ordeal it was just getting in here. The key I was given opened the doorknob lock, but not the deadbolt. Either that, or whoever was here yesterday didn't lock up properly. Since my mom is not longer in charge of these things, I tried calling the new guy who IS in charge of these things (not because I thought he'd actually answer, but because he'd already bitched at me for calling my mom about something that had been in progress when he was hired and he didn't know jack about). He didn't answer. I left a message.

So I called my sister (yes, we all work for the same company) to see if she had a key. She didn't, but she gave me the phone number for the boss's daughter, who is the next person in the chain of command for these things. She didn't answer either. So I left her a message and called my sister again to see if she had any ideas. She happened to know who would be working here tomorrow, and suggested I call them. They didn't answer.

By this point I was tired of leaving messages and just hung up on the machine. I didn't have any choice now but to call my mom. She called the guy she thought had been over here yesterday to ask if he had a key. He didn't have a key, because he hadn't been over here yesterday, but he was on his way to the main office for some reason, and I could meet him up there and get the keys.

All this for $50. Well, and a decent dinner. My parents live near here. ^_~

1 Once you've gone flat, it'll make your eyes hurt to go back. When I got my first flat monitor (the one I have at home is the normal boxy sort, just with a flat screen; both locations I normally work at have fancy slimline LCDs) I didn't think there was a huge difference, but sitting here in front of this non-flat one, I can tell you that the flat ones are much easier on the eyes.
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erisedraine From: erisedraine Date: Sunday 2nd July 2006 23.41 (UTC) (Link)
I agree, I like my flat screen a lot better than my parents old craptastic monitor. ;)
dansaikyo From: dansaikyo Date: Monday 3rd July 2006 04.31 (UTC) (Link)
OMFG - I never saw what the big deal was about flat screen (and especially flat panel) other than they looked cooler until I got one at work... ¬__¬

It HURTS to go back to the bulgy ones. _._

Your company seriously has some fucked up issues though about organization. Here's an idea - make sure that the person working at a site has keys to get in the fucking building!!!

/blinding insight into the obvious
valamelmeo From: valamelmeo Date: Monday 3rd July 2006 06.26 (UTC) (Link)
I think there was a small defect in the key, and the doorknob was just more forgiving than the deadbolt.

The worst part is that he didn't call me back until about 2:30, when I was supposed to open at noon, and then he didn't even know I was the one supposed to be there. Good thing somebody answers their phone on the weekends...

I think what's even more obvious is: if you're going to have sites open on Sundays, make sure someone in management is willing to answer the fucking phone in case there's a problem!