I knew dire things were to come when the bottom fell out of the cup holding most of a hot chocolate that I was carrying on the train this morning.

Came to logger-heads at work in a meeting where, for a change that suprised most people in the room, I cracked the shits and let feelings be known. I, Miss Never Say Anything In Meetings, had the goddamned floor for almost an hour. With all three of the bosses.

A colleague I’m particularly friendly with (she’s a travel buddy and lives locally), was just as ropable. One of our ideas to streamline a certain process was applauded, then handed off to someone else to write up an appropriate policy. When I saw the draft of the policy last week, it made sense and it was pretty much in line with what we’d initially written. Only what we got back on Thursday resembled nothing like what we’d spent an evening to write and put forward. Hasty, angry emails were sent, meetings were called today and it turned into the “Angry Ren and Andy Show”.

Ok, maybe not “Angry”, more like “Not So Quietly Seething”.

I will never, ever be management material. I have a very old work ethic. I don’t believe in this “gently gently” newage BULLSHIT approach. My line of management would be “I don’t give a fuck what you want to do, this way is better. Do it or fuck off”. I wouldn’t be a popular manager but seriously, where I work at the moment and particularly in my department, everyone is doing their own thing and it’s causing havoc which is leading to convoluted and long-winded workarounds being put in place that just boggle the mind.

I’d love to go into detail but I am just too steamed. Andy and I simply talked ourselves in circles with management who just were not getting it. So our lovely, simple idea has been turned into a half-dozen-excel-spreadsheet-hard-copy-paper-trail NIGHTMARE simply because one department won’t use the document management software that was installed for this very type of workflow to begin with, and another department (mine) refuses to follow a basic procedure policy and instead decides to get all creative and do their own thing. EIGHTEEN PEOPLE DOING THEIR OWN THING WITHOUT ANY REGARD TO POLICY THAT COULD SAVE US A SHITLOAD OF HASSLE….

ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!

And then my cat pissed on the loungeroom floor and the manbeast is playing Guitar Hero at full volume and that’s pretty much it for me for the day.