|Running on Adrenaline for several days
||[Nov. 5th, 2007|09:22 pm]
The problems with my current job are beginning to multiply.
Staff, especially the senior staff, are begining to recognise the fact that I'm more PC literate than the average white collar drone and that I'm not a shirker. More and more they're beginning to dump tasks on me, sometimes in blatant fashion.
Remember that huge worksheet full of figures that had one solitary error which I managed to track down? I'm unhappy to say that far from being recognised for the effort, the Manager of that section (not even one of my own) is making a habbit of this kind of thing.
It goes back about two months ago. He downloaded a stack of figures from the database, too big for a single MS-Excel sheet (the limit is just over 65,000 lines), into five files. Then he realised he'd arranged the data incorrectly, and asked myself and one other staff member to fix this. While I went slowly and carefully, the other staff member rushed through three of the files and claimed they were finished. When the figures were added up, the total was out of balance.
Somehow I received the blame for this, and the Manager keeps bringing this up periodically.
Next came the episode where I tracked down the line of doubled figures; again someone else messed up.
Today I saw it with my own eyes. The same Manager asked me "Stephan, can you work your magic on this?"
I put the appropriate formulas into place, and viola! The data was properly aligned. Then I watched as the Manager "made things neater" by rearranging some of the columns and rows. Then he checked on the totals, and found that they were out of balance.
I asked "Did you delete any rows that might have had balances?"
He replied "Yes, but they would have been nill."
"Are you sure?"
We started from square one. I put the formulas back in, and then watched as he began performing the same steps as before.
Suddenly I called "Whoa, stop! What are you doing with those too lines?"
"Oooh ah!!" He replied. "Sorry about that."
Sure enough, when he'd "made things neater" he'd actually deleted some balance entries because the lines didn't have a match in the master file. Sheesh! I don't think this is a one-off either; I'd say he's actually creating most of these errors himself.
Unfortunately he didn't get the message, because half an hour later he called me again to say that the balances were incorrect, and mentioned the 5-files story all over again.
He's not really a bad chap, just somewhat naive and rather clumsy around Microsoft Word and Excel.
Meanwhile, one of the junior staff recently decided that she wasn't happy with her job and has simply resigned, without even finding a replacement job. She's a bit of a reckless one this girl; having earlier in the year moved closer into the city to a rented home she couldn't afford without a flat-mate and only finding one AFTER relocating.
Guess which long-suffering person they chose to dump the bulk of HER work.
By Friday I'd been so stressed out and hyped up on adrenaline that when the weekend came I collapsed and didn't have the vitality to do much more than sleep throughout most of Saturday and Sudnay. I'm still not feeling in top form today.
I've applied to take Friday off so that I can recuperate. I'm still waiting for my request to be processed and approved (signed, dated, triplicated, etc...)