No, this actually ISN’T about the hockey riots in Vancouver (may everyone identified as responsible end up spending a month or two as a cock pincushion for the rest of the boys on the cell block). Nope, it’s a work rant.
Yay! A work rant! Everything is has been too goddamn positive regarding the job! About time we see an expression of anger.
Today was training. Make that ‘training’. Online ‘training’. For the new computer system that will essentially govern everything we do. Ugh.
Since the people in charge of scheduling in Calgary appear to be a collection of incompetent fuckwits, I didn’t end up going down there. No, I’d be logging in to sessions online through Cameron’s intranet portal. Joy.
I got there early for my first one, which was at 8 am. And…oh look…no link. I have my “Hey, you have a course happening at 8!” email, but no actual link to join it. Fantastic. After several emails, I’m finally sent one and join. After probably 40 minutes of technical glitches, it finally started.
Okay, first one down…wait, what? 8 AM CENTRAL time zone? But I just attended something! What was that?! Oh, that was the one scheduled for 9AM Central. I completely missed the one for Receiving, which was brilliantly set up before the local branch even opens. Yes, something I was booked for that there was absolutely no way for me to attend. That’s some special fucking stuff right there. But hey, I don’t REALLY need to know how to receive anything, right? Yeah, I don’t EVER do any of that…
Well, that’s fucked. I guess I’ll attend the next one for Shipping and at least know how to do that…oh look, I AGAIN have no access link! Several MORE emails and I finally get the rest of them…because it never occurred to anyone to maybe set that up THE FIRST TIME I COMPLAINED. “Sorry for the oversight.” Indeed. And I’m sorry that your parents ever met.
So now I’ve missed half of it. And I have no audio for the second half. I’m just watching someone click things and enter numbers with absolutely no context at all. Just fucking marvellous. But hey, I don’t even actually ship things or have to check/change inventory counts, right? No, I don’t EVER do any of that…
The afternoon shit worked. I learned how to print up inventory numbers for when cycle counts are done. And I learned purchasing…which I actually don’t ever do, and which isn’t even part of my job. Yet I was scheduled to learn about it. So I know how to do completely inconsequential shit that will never come up, but don’t have the faintest fucking clue how to do anything that I actually need to know. Lovely.
Well, I can maybe scrape together some basic knowledge from the web lessons that go with this, right? Oh…I still don’t have access to those…AFTER 2 FUCKING WEEKS OF VARIOUS HIGHER UPS AT THE BRANCH ASKING CALGARY TO GET ME SET UP FOR IT! And if these aren’t completed by next weekend, I’m supposed to come in on my days off to do it, because a collection of shit fucked little lumps of worthlessness in Calgary are absolutely useless in every appreciable way to the fucking human race. They can’t do their job, and because they can’t give me access to shit, I’m probably getting screwed? Yeah, fuck that and fuck them. In the ass. With a rake.
What a lovely day I’ve had. Ugh.
