The sooner the better!

This winter is going to be hell - at least until the company gets around to putting a door in between Mistress Mouth's office and mine. The lady loves her heat. Unfortunately, I don't. Which means that, until that door is in place, I'm going to be wearing tank tops, whilst everybody else in the place are wearing fur lined jackets!

SNAFU

I just came back from a week off, and immediately wished I was still on holiday. Why? I sat down at my computer yesterday morning, and the network was down. Again. And had been going down on pretty much a daily basis all last week. Which is making everybody sullen and unhappy.

It did it again this morning. Not everybody's computers this time, though - just mine, Mr Big's and Principal Girl's computers were down. Growl.

On top of this, I am trying to audit my document control system. It needs it badly, and Mistress Mouth wanted me to do it urgently. By 3pm today urgently. It's quite a big job, and to get it done on time would involve me being interrupted.

Have I succeeded? Of course not! The network crash was the first attempt to nobble my attempt. I may have managed on time even with this, except that Quality, in the form of getting my document control system properly functional, is once again nowhere near as important as Appearances, namely getting QC tidied up.

I am doing my level best to deactivate my 'give-a-shit' when it comes to this, because for the current crop of managers, Quality is never as important as Appearances. If I keep giving a shit about it, I will have a major stress attack, because all I can do is shout, and it never does any good.

Therefore, SNAFU reigns, and I don't give a shit. Seriously.

Snicker

Mistress Mouth commented to me today that they (as in she and Anarchist Prime) have decided that it's time to crack down on those who are trying to dodge their responsibilities - they mean, of course, the Leprechaun.

It all revolves around document review, of course. The Leprechaun has put quite a lot of effort into not reviewing his documents, and finding excuses for it, and frankly, his stories just don't cut it anymore. He's tried to foist the job off onto somebody else (yes, that's right - the company's resident 'lazy bones' who doesn't do anything important - me, naturally), and failed because not only am I in the wrong department, I'm not even qualified (I have an arts degree, not a science degree. Science isn't necessary for document control, just some sense of organisation) - and if I was would start making snide remarks about individuals who are only pretend managers. Just to provoke another row between us, of course.

It's definately a good thing. The Leprechaun has been making a nuisance of himself ever since he took over the role of Production Manager, and I was starting to wonder how long it was going to be before his cigarette smoking 'friend' Anarchist Prime decided to take steps - or if Anarchist Prime would prove himself a department traitor (thus jeopardising his job) and continue to apparently ignore the whole situation.

Fortunately for the rest of us, Anarchist Prime isn't stupid enough to endanger his job like that. Although it does mean that we shall have to continue to put up with him. Sigh.

Chaos and Confusion in the Workplace

Things are in chaos once more, over one of our newest contract manufacture products. The whole manufacture has been riddled with problems, right from the beginning. Media fills kept failing. Not enough people could be persuaded to take responsibility for writing and checking the batch manufacturing record. Chemicals were being tested at the last minute. When the BMR did get signed off, QC had to hide it to stop it from being stolen by Production before QC were ready to give it up.

And now, finally, it turns out that the formulation section had been changed (by the client, I understand) at the last minute, and the whole BMR has to be rewritten. The whole lot, apparently. Yes folks, you read that right. We are supposed to be preparing to manufacture this today, and we are frantically rewriting the BMR.

For once, it's QA getting the blame for holding up Production, rather than QC. Mistress Mouth looked rather bemused by that, but she hasn't had enough practice at being told she's to blame for holdups to Production to get angry at them for being blamed for other peoples' screwups.

I guess this sort of thing can't be helped from time to time. It's annoying, though. I'm going to have to reissue the BMR the moment it crosses my desk (which, personally speaking, is a minor annoyance rather than a major problem - especially given that I'm sitting here blogging about it rather than getting cross about having my work interrupted.).

You'd think that people would be well organised enough to stop this sort of nonsense from happening at all, wouldn't you? Especially in Medical Manufacturing.