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Nov. 20th, 2006
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I'm in full blown Thingite mode today. Monday is definitely better named as Sodit! The day has slowly improved as it has gone along, though, so I'm taking that as a good sign for the week ahead. The only way is up, and all that!
The main source of today's frustration revolved around office access and keys. Specifically, the key my Boss forgot to leave at reception last Thursday, taking it home with her instead. Now, reception don't have a functioning spare key for our office. This has been pointed out to them on numerous occasions, but nothing has ever been done. Myself, Boss and super-volunteer Ray all have spares that we keep with us - since we paid for them, rather than the building manager - but there's no functional spare kept on the premises. There should be, but that's the responsibility of the building management.
So. This morning I arrived at 9 to find my colleague Pam sitting bored rigid in reception, since Boss had taken the key home with her and Pam doesn't have a copy, so she'd already been locked out for half an hour when I arrived. Worse, it turned out the security guy who sits on reception had tried to force the spare, which doesn't work, and succeeded only in snapping part of it off in the lock. He tried using mine, but to no avail. The lock was completely knackered.
So, a locksmith had to be called out, and what with one thing and another, it took him a hell of a long time to get the door open. The lock itself was collapsing on the inside, he said. By the time he finally managed to get us into the office, I'd been locked out for over an hour, and Pam for over an hour and a half. And we were both fuming, since we'd both had a lot of work to do today, and there's nothing quite like being locked out to completely drain all your motivation!
On the bright side, the locksmith gave us lots of copies of the new key, and hoovered up his mess after him! He asked about billing, and I sent him to reception. We're tenants in this building, and what else do we pay our rent for if not to have the building manager pay for repair bills?!
The rest of the frustrations of the past week or so I shan't go into, being mostly just an accumulation of lots of petty little things that aren't especially evil when taken individually, but are pretty wearing when they start to pile up. Hopefully things will start to ease off slightly after this week.
The main source of today's frustration revolved around office access and keys. Specifically, the key my Boss forgot to leave at reception last Thursday, taking it home with her instead. Now, reception don't have a functioning spare key for our office. This has been pointed out to them on numerous occasions, but nothing has ever been done. Myself, Boss and super-volunteer Ray all have spares that we keep with us - since we paid for them, rather than the building manager - but there's no functional spare kept on the premises. There should be, but that's the responsibility of the building management.
So. This morning I arrived at 9 to find my colleague Pam sitting bored rigid in reception, since Boss had taken the key home with her and Pam doesn't have a copy, so she'd already been locked out for half an hour when I arrived. Worse, it turned out the security guy who sits on reception had tried to force the spare, which doesn't work, and succeeded only in snapping part of it off in the lock. He tried using mine, but to no avail. The lock was completely knackered.
So, a locksmith had to be called out, and what with one thing and another, it took him a hell of a long time to get the door open. The lock itself was collapsing on the inside, he said. By the time he finally managed to get us into the office, I'd been locked out for over an hour, and Pam for over an hour and a half. And we were both fuming, since we'd both had a lot of work to do today, and there's nothing quite like being locked out to completely drain all your motivation!
On the bright side, the locksmith gave us lots of copies of the new key, and hoovered up his mess after him! He asked about billing, and I sent him to reception. We're tenants in this building, and what else do we pay our rent for if not to have the building manager pay for repair bills?!
The rest of the frustrations of the past week or so I shan't go into, being mostly just an accumulation of lots of petty little things that aren't especially evil when taken individually, but are pretty wearing when they start to pile up. Hopefully things will start to ease off slightly after this week.
I'm in full blown Thingite mode today. Monday is definitely better named as Sodit! The day has slowly improved as it has gone along, though, so I'm taking that as a good sign for the week ahead. The only way is up, and all that!
The main source of today's frustration revolved around office access and keys. Specifically, the key my Boss forgot to leave at reception last Thursday, taking it home with her instead. Now, reception don't have a functioning spare key for our office. This has been pointed out to them on numerous occasions, but nothing has ever been done. Myself, Boss and super-volunteer Ray all have spares that we keep with us - since we paid for them, rather than the building manager - but there's no functional spare kept on the premises. There should be, but that's the responsibility of the building management.
So. This morning I arrived at 9 to find my colleague Pam sitting bored rigid in reception, since Boss had taken the key home with her and Pam doesn't have a copy, so she'd already been locked out for half an hour when I arrived. Worse, it turned out the security guy who sits on reception had tried to force the spare, which doesn't work, and succeeded only in snapping part of it off in the lock. He tried using mine, but to no avail. The lock was completely knackered.
So, a locksmith had to be called out, and what with one thing and another, it took him a hell of a long time to get the door open. The lock itself was collapsing on the inside, he said. By the time he finally managed to get us into the office, I'd been locked out for over an hour, and Pam for over an hour and a half. And we were both fuming, since we'd both had a lot of work to do today, and there's nothing quite like being locked out to completely drain all your motivation!
On the bright side, the locksmith gave us lots of copies of the new key, and hoovered up his mess after him! He asked about billing, and I sent him to reception. We're tenants in this building, and what else do we pay our rent for if not to have the building manager pay for repair bills?!
The rest of the frustrations of the past week or so I shan't go into, being mostly just an accumulation of lots of petty little things that aren't especially evil when taken individually, but are pretty wearing when they start to pile up. Hopefully things will start to ease off slightly after this week.
The main source of today's frustration revolved around office access and keys. Specifically, the key my Boss forgot to leave at reception last Thursday, taking it home with her instead. Now, reception don't have a functioning spare key for our office. This has been pointed out to them on numerous occasions, but nothing has ever been done. Myself, Boss and super-volunteer Ray all have spares that we keep with us - since we paid for them, rather than the building manager - but there's no functional spare kept on the premises. There should be, but that's the responsibility of the building management.
So. This morning I arrived at 9 to find my colleague Pam sitting bored rigid in reception, since Boss had taken the key home with her and Pam doesn't have a copy, so she'd already been locked out for half an hour when I arrived. Worse, it turned out the security guy who sits on reception had tried to force the spare, which doesn't work, and succeeded only in snapping part of it off in the lock. He tried using mine, but to no avail. The lock was completely knackered.
So, a locksmith had to be called out, and what with one thing and another, it took him a hell of a long time to get the door open. The lock itself was collapsing on the inside, he said. By the time he finally managed to get us into the office, I'd been locked out for over an hour, and Pam for over an hour and a half. And we were both fuming, since we'd both had a lot of work to do today, and there's nothing quite like being locked out to completely drain all your motivation!
On the bright side, the locksmith gave us lots of copies of the new key, and hoovered up his mess after him! He asked about billing, and I sent him to reception. We're tenants in this building, and what else do we pay our rent for if not to have the building manager pay for repair bills?!
The rest of the frustrations of the past week or so I shan't go into, being mostly just an accumulation of lots of petty little things that aren't especially evil when taken individually, but are pretty wearing when they start to pile up. Hopefully things will start to ease off slightly after this week.