I Wanna Go Home
Posted: October 10 08, 8:31 pm
I'm here in Virginia working from Oct 5 until Oct 24. This is the strangest group of people and it's starting to wear on me.
I'm sitting in a conference room with this guy from Long Island who is basically a nice guy but does nothing but sit at his computer and swear at it. His spreadsheet is [expletive] up, or the inputs he got were [expletive] up, or the requirements document is biggest piece of [expletive] [expletive] that some government moron could possibly [expletive] out, and excel is the biggest pile of crap ever [expletive] invented. All of this in tourettes-like fashion no matter who happens to be in the room. And in a blaring, loud LI accent with flailing hand and arm gestures. He also constantly wipes and blows his nose. I've never seen anything like it. He can go through a whole box of kleenex in a day. And flings the used ones across the room at the trash can - with about a 30% success rate. And when he talks to anyone directly, he has to reach out and place his seemingly snot-laden hands on you. His files are basically inputs to my files, so there's no choice but to work in close proximity to him. Today was the first day we were able to leave work at a reasonable hour (6:00), so I stopped and bought some hand sanitizer for the table - hopefully he'll get the hint. Everyone else thinks he's "colorful" and entertaining, but they only get him in small doses, not the 14 hours a day that I've been subjected to.
Between this tourettes guy going off every 5 minutes and a proposal manager who thinks I can turn around a 2 or 3 day job in 2 or 3 hours and thinks that hovering over me will increase my efficiency, and a "delivery excellence" manager who thinks she can interupt whenever she feels like it because what she needs is the most important thing in the entire fricking world and she's buds with our GM - I've about had it.
I just want to be home. Working in isolation with my pooches sleeping next to me sounds like heaven right now.
I'm sitting in a conference room with this guy from Long Island who is basically a nice guy but does nothing but sit at his computer and swear at it. His spreadsheet is [expletive] up, or the inputs he got were [expletive] up, or the requirements document is biggest piece of [expletive] [expletive] that some government moron could possibly [expletive] out, and excel is the biggest pile of crap ever [expletive] invented. All of this in tourettes-like fashion no matter who happens to be in the room. And in a blaring, loud LI accent with flailing hand and arm gestures. He also constantly wipes and blows his nose. I've never seen anything like it. He can go through a whole box of kleenex in a day. And flings the used ones across the room at the trash can - with about a 30% success rate. And when he talks to anyone directly, he has to reach out and place his seemingly snot-laden hands on you. His files are basically inputs to my files, so there's no choice but to work in close proximity to him. Today was the first day we were able to leave work at a reasonable hour (6:00), so I stopped and bought some hand sanitizer for the table - hopefully he'll get the hint. Everyone else thinks he's "colorful" and entertaining, but they only get him in small doses, not the 14 hours a day that I've been subjected to.
Between this tourettes guy going off every 5 minutes and a proposal manager who thinks I can turn around a 2 or 3 day job in 2 or 3 hours and thinks that hovering over me will increase my efficiency, and a "delivery excellence" manager who thinks she can interupt whenever she feels like it because what she needs is the most important thing in the entire fricking world and she's buds with our GM - I've about had it.
I just want to be home. Working in isolation with my pooches sleeping next to me sounds like heaven right now.