Let’s review, shall we? My department moved from cramped spaces in one building to an overcrowded space 2 blocks away on Feb. 17. I was on vacation last week so everybody had the week to unpack and set up.
On Friday morning (during my vacation) I sent a note to my boss reminding him that I have a meeting in my *old* building Monday morning at 8:30 and that I wouldn’t see him until after 10 in my *new* office. At 10:02 this moning I got a call from the boss. For the sake of argument, let’s call him DipShit. DipShit wanted to know where I was and why I hadn’t called him. I calmly explained that I had sent him an email about the meeting on Friday. I heard rustling and then DipShit told me that he didn’t get the message. Really, DipShit? I have a response from you thanking me for the reminder. He said it was so crazy on Friday with all the unpacking that he forgot. Um, nice save, DipShit. But, in the response he had said that everyone was settling into the new space nicely. Whatever.
I went through my scores of emails and DipShit called me in to his office and told to me that he had been made aware of an omission that I had made on a document I crafted. OK, I fixed it in 20 minutes. It was minor, but it was time sensitive. Why did he wait for me to come back and *rush* when anyone of my colleagues could have fixed it? If it had been someone else’s error he would have had me fix it. I just don’t get it.
Anyway, I spent a good chunk of the day under my desk. NO, I wasn’t crying or anything like that. I was changing the computer wires around because the orientation of the monitors was really bad Feng Shui. I swirled around everything (3 monitors, scanner, printer, task lamp, USB hubs) in my office. Also, I try to keep the wires neat under there or it makes me crazy. *Don’t judge*
I am half-way through the unpacking and I managed to do some projects, train a new person for 45 minutes and swirl my office. I’ll probably be done unpacking by 11 tomorrow. Pfft, DipShit boss is full of it.