Friday 14 September 2007

JS got the job. Well, hardly surprising considering that it's the kind of job he's done for years. Lots more money, and with bonus, much higher than any payroll position he could attain in North Wales. I really am genuinely pleased for him, but me and JH are now wondering who the next temp is going to be and how can they follow a personality like him? We went from The Quiet One to The Archetypal Flamboyant.

Someone in between next, and come on, they've gotta be female, I'm getting outnumbered. :-)

Wednesday 12 September 2007

Prrrtttthhhhhhgukgukgukguk.

The sound of me trying to suppress laughter. I mean, you gotta laugh, the situation is getting silly but, frankly, sometimes my employers have it coming to them.

All recruitment and budget approvals for new starters have to come via the little house in Brum. And because the employer are penny pinching {insert favourite detrimental plural noun here} we end up with temps wanting to be permanent but waiting months for the powers to decide, OK, yeah, you do need that person and you have the approval to pay them just above the minimum wage, by which time...

The temp has got a better offer, or at least a chance of a better offer and, well, they would have stayed had they known for sure they were getting a job.

Mad.

Temp who managed to get permanent job has finally realised that employer is not as fair as they thought they were, and the upshot is that Dilbert is the main management training manual. (As an aside, and I don't know if it's true or not, I heard/read somewhere that at least some of the Dilbert cartoons were actually based on experiences at one of our offices. It really wouldn't surprise me. The Office isn't true worklife. Dilbert is, believe me.)

Double mad.

Oh, and best of all, DPTM, the position I went for a little while ago...has been for job interviews on the time off given by the company for hours spent on our beloved client, such a good job well done that person.

Triple mad.

I am in such a good mood though, even though the payroll is behind due to lack of resource. Hmm. Wonder why.

Friday 7 September 2007

CF's last day today. I wonder how she must be feeling...job set up, house set up, new life set up practically without lifting a finger. I suppose she must be feeling much like I was when I move from south to north, she's going from north to south.

It's crappy at work at the moment, I'm really unhappy. I can't really put my finger on why - though it may be one or two of the people I work with. Maybe it's just cos I'm doing the same thing, day in, day out, with very little job satisfaction. Still, the SOH says that most everyone feels the same way about their job, and maybe I'll snap out of it eventually.

Tuesday 4 September 2007

Crappy day today. A couple of errors picked up, one of which I had to face the boss with, who didn't go quite as mental as expected, but depressing nonetheless.

Oh. And I was LIED TO today. I hate that most of all. Why can't people be honest, or be at the very least discreet, rather than come out with a straight lie, given that she made it so obvious?

Monday 3 September 2007

OK I have been lazy lately. Nothing on LTUAACOTP and nothing on here either.

Good news number one. I don't have gout. Huzzah! Found this out last Friday.

Good news two...hang about, there isn't one. Actually, no, that isn't true. I have my health, my home and my hubby. Right, nuff of the slush.

CF (who was CW) leaves on Friday leaving a gaping hole in the rather-well-known-utilities-company payroll team. Well a hole anyway. Two temps, KW and JS (who I thought wanted to be a nurse, but now I'm not sure, bit confused) want permanent jobs (fooooools).

Sadly, a close relation of the boss's died last week, so there is an air of melancholy around the team, like we're sorta treading gently round her. It's tricky when there are a lot of loose ends to tie up.