Somedays I hate my job more than others. Today was one of them. Everything we do is about 57 times more complicated than it needs to be, and has about as many extra steps to complete. It’s beyond awesome. I was told last week in a meeting that I needed to reconcile an account (which, by the way, hasn’t even been touched since LAST FUCKING YEAR) and I was very slightly trained in on it, but didn’t go any further because, you know, it wasn’t fucking working and when I asked for help, I was, of course ignored. So, now, I have to reconcile this to seriously 5 different spreadsheets and oh, yeah, it needs to be done in a week. No fucking problem. I’ve only spent the last 2 weekends there, what’s a few more. I am NOT a happy camper about this bullshit. Again, these problems would be solved if we were proactive instead of reactive, but apparently that’s a completely foreign concept.
I am feeling your pain, if we cut through have the bovine feces here we could actually help some of these poor people instead of adding to their stress level.
I hope you get your account done.
work sucks. I want to win the lottery and say the hell with it!