The Bane of My Workday
I got a new job. It’s much closer to home, great hours, and about the same pay. It’s a smallish company, rather than an international corporation. I gave my 2 weeks notice and, but I’m beginning to feel like I made a mistake. I should have just quit my current job, effective immediately, so I could have been working at this new company today.
Let me explain the situation, here. The Oil & Gas Company I work for occupies 4 floors in a high-rise. All the doors are locked except the main doors in front of my desk, which unlock in the morning and lock again in the evening. Everyone has access cards to get around, but the people on my floor are used to not needing them and therefore don’t carry them (or don’t know where they are). We recently installed a new card reading system which:
1) was very expensive
2) will be obsolete when we move buildings in a few months
3) didn’t frickin work at all for the first week and a half
4) necessitated the creation and distribution of new access cards for the several hundred employees who office in the building
1) meant nothing to me. They obviously have enough money to cover it.
2) is just stupid
3) I had to listen to everyone whine and complain because they had to get off the elevator at reception and take one flight of stairs to get to their own floor because their cards don’t work, etc. I would have helpfully offered that they could use the exercise but it occurred to me that this may not actually be considered helpful by the recipient of such a well-intentioned comment. It would have been funny, though.
4) was the biggest inconvenience ever.
Now, the aftermath. Some people do not know how to use email and thus have not received the 5 or 6 emails I have sent reminding them to pick up their cards (Is this difficult? Walk down the hall to my desk and I’ll just hand you the card. It’s that easy, guys.). Many of the cards which have already been distributed have not been activated, forcing me to track down these individuals and obtain a tiny 5 digit number from the card so it can be activated. My own cards have supposedly been “activated” at least 3 times, but I think office services is lying to me.
In a stroke of brilliance, the company has seen fit to issue a new policy: My main lobby doors are to remain locked during business hours.
I’ll repeat that. From now on, the main lobby doors stay locked during business hours. It’s a ridiculous policy, in my opinion, but I’ll get over it. The thing that I hate is how I have to get up and open the doors every time someone needs to get in, ie, every 2 minutes. This looks unprofessional and, more importantly, is extremely inconvenient for me. If I’m opening the door and the phone rings, I miss the call. If I’m answering the phone and someone comes to the doors, they just sit there and wait, gazing at me with a expression of hurt, looking through the glass like orphans at a candy shop store front, longing to go inside but knowing that they’ll never be able to.
Furthermore, I’m having to tell everyone the same thing, over and over. “Sorry, but you have to carry your cards with you now. It’s [my stupid company] policy to keep these doors locked during business hours. And no, I don’t know why.” I hate repeating myself, especially when there’s a sign on the door that says the same thing. What I’m thinking is; “Are you illiterate, fool?!? (gestures wildly at sign) Now begone, with you! Your endless questions and accusations are as a poison to my soul! (weeps)” All that to say, I can’t get out of here fast enough.
In other news, I got my hair cut yesterday and it’s really cute. I’d promise to post a picture, but we all know I can’t be trusted. But I have figured out HOW to post pictures from the camera. It’s all about the WHEN now, so I promise I’ll do it… sometime… in the future. You know, whenever. Eventually, ish.