The organisational skills of a wombat *no offence to wombats meant*

Four weeks ago my work PC started to do some really funny random things.

The list started with:

Outlook not allowing me to logon until after 10 mins of booting up.

Trying to plot anything to PDF producing blank copies of anything

AutoCAD defaulting to the settings of 2 weeks ago at random times.

The only good thing was the internet has *touches wood* always held in good and proper so if nothing else I can play.

Then, 2 weeks ago the bloody thing chucked a complete strop and decided I was not going to be able to print anything. Initially just from CAD but progressed through to PDF's, excel spreadsheets & finally yesterday word documents.

So all in all, it pretty much stuffed up any work I was doing so seeing as colleuge no 2 was on holiday just 'upped chairs' and nicked his PC for the week.

During all this time I had been updating all the ins and outs to Big boss, who had authorised for me to get a new PC, secondary boss who also said yes & IT chap who said he had already ordered one... #fibber

A week after It was agreed, IT chap said secondary boss would be ordering new PC of which secondary boss had chuffed off abroad on holiday. Not an issue, he came back just before I left for my week off & 'apparently' it was to be ordered and installed whilst I was away.

I came back Monday, no new PC & toddled into see all three to find once again it hadnt been ordered *surprise surprise* 

Sat here for a while trying to get at least one of them to actually get on with it... figured it right out.

When I finally found something I could actually get on with the bloody thing now wouldnt even open CAD at all. So properly stuffed. Sent an email to all three and am now sitting back, relaxing waiting for one of them to actually do something.

I myself am finding this all REALLY funny.

Piss up and brewery maybe?

Amazing how bored you can get....

... when you get back to work after a week off and there is 

NOTHING TO DO

I wouldnt mind so much but 'immediate supervisor' has taken the stand of "Dont go looking for work or they'll find something for us to do" And that is a problem why exactly? 

It's really shite when you have googled all the things you meant to do whilst off, tided my extrnal hard drive, cleaned my desk & have now resorted to watching movies on skygo on my phone. It's tedious I can tell you.

Hmmmm what to do next I wonder.

Well that was a weird day.

Seeing as I booked this week off after the fighting at work the other week (figured if I am going to be sacked after my three month trial, would have a weeks paid leave out of it.)

Spending the week pretty much pottering about getting those chores you constantly put off due to being a lazy bastard normally. Not bad really, & have done more this week that any efforts made at the new job.

I wont list the pottering in total as that will bore, even me before you, but will tell you today was booked by 'Mumsie the territorial allotment owner' for erecting of very ugly fencing & general tidy of the allotment.

Bearing in mind we needed to go buy fence posts first, shopping with Mumsie is not pretty. We finally got to the bloody allotment after noon. Managed to get the fence bits we have so far erected & toddled back home by 17:00 ready for a nice lardy evening & an early night after aching like fook due to banging in fence posts.

All very well and good, until at 9pm I get a text from my oldest mate asking if he could crash here for the night as he had locked himself out of his house & couldn't get hold of his mother who has spare keys. 

Explained I was already in PJ's & a still a bit stoned from my 5pm post Mumsie joint but if he hadn't managed to get hold of someone in an hour to give me a shout.

Evidently & couple of hours later he's now asleep on the sofa bed in the living room & I am now very much wide awake in the bedroom on my very noisy laptop.

I just need to figure out a stealth way to evacuate the pissy cat out of the bedroom now so as to not stink me out. Shotgun is looking favourable :D

Hmmmmmmm

ok, I shall try to make more of an effort today...

It all went a bit 'Pete Tong' last night

I had every intention on blogging a decent amount, catching up and all that tat but by the time the laptop sorted itself out & I had transferred back to this one I was buggered & went to bed... out like a light.

Hopefully after only having had a vodka I 'should' be able to produce slightly more than one rubbish paragraph. 

Right, so what's gone on?

The new job hasn't been the best up until today. The new boss is a very big bolshie 'spade is a spade' type and after a month of a half of me treading on eggshells so as not to make the daft fucker flare up at the stupidest thing (he does this often) 

He pretty much came into out CAD office and ripped me a new arsehole for making him look a cunt in front of the client of this particular job as it had taken so long.

It's not having a go at me I had an issue with, it was the way it was done. you DONT talk to people that way, be it staff or not. So whilst watching everyone else in my office preeeetty much hide under their desks, I argued back, as his facts were wrong and I didn't warrant a bollocking at all.   

I have nothing against getting shafted if it was my fault & will quite happily stick my hand up and admit it but to shred me and it's not my fault... nah.

My final words after "Don't you call me a cunt" were:

"So, are you going to let me at least fight my own side here and explain the situation?"

One word answer of "NO" and the Alan Brazil looky likey stomped off out of the office. 

It was as funny as fuck & I burst out laughing after he left.

I would normally take a row as heated as that to heart but to be honest why bother? If the guy doesn't like me, then come the end of my three month trial in August he'll sack me. Simple as that. 

No skin off my nose. Been nice seeing you and all that shit.

I must confess though, I didn't like not being able to give my 'in my defence' speech so emailed him when I got home. Nothing harsh, just stating the facts, spit the bones out of that type thing. Nothing was ever mentioned about it after that. 

After some of the other staff who witnessed said 'outburst' commented on the fact that they would never talk to him like that, figured my days were numbered & have quite enjoyed being exceptionally happy go lucky, getting on with it and generally not giving a rats arse what happens.

Until today.

Last week when it was quite quiet workload wise, I looked through the list of jobs to to & made a start on one of the larger projects which had been earmarked for my immediate supervisor who was, at that time on leave.

Nothing hard about the job, just quite a big one consisting of 16 drawings but needing a bit of common sense & brains to make head or tail of the instructions. 

Sat down, got on. Finished it Friday. Printed them all off, left them on bosses desk to check before anything was sent out to clients as per usual. 

Boss clumped up to my desk today, sprawls out the drawings asked for a couple of amendments and then says "Bloody good job, well done" and stomps off again. 

You could have picked me up off the floor.

Then, if that wasn't odd enough, one of the yard foreman's collared me this afternoon and said boss had been singing my praises this morning in their team meeting too. 

FFS! Does this man have more hormones & mood swings than a bird? I think so!

Not that I am arguing, standing up to him was probably the best thing and in all honesty, I wouldn't have let him get away with talking to me like that anyway but I think it might have set the president as such. Very odd but hey ho.

So there's a weeny bit of a catch up, will share more soon. Unless you are all bored shitless already. Which wouldn't be a surprise.

Apologies. Returning to my homeland,,,,,

Confusion is my middle name, well actually it's Ann but you get the gist of it.

I keep forgetting to come and share yet more delightful ramblings of tat in here and when I do finally make the effort, boot up the noisy laptop I sit here initially faffing about moving the bloody thing back to it's original home. I am slightly trollied so to be expected.

So what snippets of excitement have passed by without even the hint of a mention? Quite a few things, some which are worth mentioning but not yet. 

Oh fuck it. I'm going to finish this tomorrow.