And wait, there's more.
Aug. 17th, 2005 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
treeskinManaged to get one fence sprayed, to find that damn thing leaking again. Grrrrr. Back to the shop, get it half apart, and here comes Maintenance Supervisor, over to talk to Shop Steward.
Shop Steward finds me an appropriately sized O-ring which has so far **crosses fingers** fixed the problem, then settles into the office with MS for a chat, which turns out to be a special delivery of Bad News.
Bad News #1: the PT secretary for the maint department, Little Blonde Girl, is quitting. Soon. And they still haven't replaced the FT secretary who was fired under circumstances that our rumor mill has been unable to grind out. (Dammit. And we're all reeaallly curious.) No news as to when either position will be filled, either, but remember that HR here moves at glacial speed.
Bad News #2: because the FT secretary, and then Little Blonde Girl after her, was responsible for making reservations for the campus fleet, and because the department office will be empty for the foreseeable future, Maintenance Director has decided (or been told he's decided) that the logical thing to do is have a FAX LINE INSTALLED IN THE SHOP, so that Shop Steward can spend the day at his desk taking phone calls, making reservations, and then faxing the appropriate forms out. Bear in mind that this decision comes two weeks after The Powers That Be decided that Shop Steward did not, in fact, need that full-time assistant he's been requesting for the past five years. Apparently, someone up the hill thinks he's got so much time on his hands, he can take on someone else's full-time job.
Arrrrrgh.
And there's still no word on the greenhouse job (or wasn't last week, and Donna would have called me this week if there was), so I'm beginning to think that she's right, and her higher-ups are giving her the run-around rather than telling her, honestly, that it didn't go through.
Some days, I hate this place.
Shop Steward finds me an appropriately sized O-ring which has so far **crosses fingers** fixed the problem, then settles into the office with MS for a chat, which turns out to be a special delivery of Bad News.
Bad News #1: the PT secretary for the maint department, Little Blonde Girl, is quitting. Soon. And they still haven't replaced the FT secretary who was fired under circumstances that our rumor mill has been unable to grind out. (Dammit. And we're all reeaallly curious.) No news as to when either position will be filled, either, but remember that HR here moves at glacial speed.
Bad News #2: because the FT secretary, and then Little Blonde Girl after her, was responsible for making reservations for the campus fleet, and because the department office will be empty for the foreseeable future, Maintenance Director has decided (or been told he's decided) that the logical thing to do is have a FAX LINE INSTALLED IN THE SHOP, so that Shop Steward can spend the day at his desk taking phone calls, making reservations, and then faxing the appropriate forms out. Bear in mind that this decision comes two weeks after The Powers That Be decided that Shop Steward did not, in fact, need that full-time assistant he's been requesting for the past five years. Apparently, someone up the hill thinks he's got so much time on his hands, he can take on someone else's full-time job.
Arrrrrgh.
And there's still no word on the greenhouse job (or wasn't last week, and Donna would have called me this week if there was), so I'm beginning to think that she's right, and her higher-ups are giving her the run-around rather than telling her, honestly, that it didn't go through.
Some days, I hate this place.
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Date: 2005-08-17 06:11 pm (UTC)You need a change of venue, I know.