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12:25 p.m. - 2005-12-01 As the accounting technician if I can’t figure out where to post I request the voucher from the customer. If I am lucky the number I require will be on there. If not, I then put in a request to the CIT (curiously inept team) to find me that number or to tell me where to post it. One of our contractors, or DRC (dirty rotten contractor) as we like to call them, brought to my attention the fact that his request had been denied and that the CIT tech wanted him to get the orders. Um, what in the hell do we need the CIT team for if we have to go after the harder information? See, my team and the CIT are really on the same team. At least we are supposed to be, but they make it seem like they are better than anyone else and that we are all fucktards and dumber than a box of rocks. I took the DRC, er, the contractor, and the voucher to our boss. She claims to not knowing the way things are done around here. Um, maybe she should find out? Anyway, she called in the team lead for that particular CIT and told her what was going on. The woman told her she would get it taken care of. I have a question. Why didn’t her team do that the first freaking time? I mean, really, how much time and money are we going to spend bumping heads? Can’t we just sit down, get this all straightened out, put it all down on a flow chart or something (and a SOP), and get our frigging jobs done? CHRIST in a bottle, but these people piss me off. *sigh* Don’t get me wrong. This is a damn good job, but I am tired of fighting with these people to get the job done. We are all on the same FRIGGING team PEOPLE!!! *sigh* I need my own island or mountain. Somewhere I can go and live far, far away from fucktards. Start my own commune with a few select friends and grow my own herbs and stuff. I could even have my own big circle outside where I could commune with my gods and soak up and send out energy. *sigh*
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