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Thursday, July 13, 2006

Torture/Testing ... eh, semantics

Last night, my boss sent out this ultra-urgent email that we needed to clear our schedules today and tomorrow for system testing. So, this morning I dutifully showed up at the appointed room, laptop and planner in tow and find... a dark room.

I waited about 15 minutes and finally my boss shows up with his boss (the Evil C*nt-Ness Monster). Over the next few minutes a few stragglers make it to the room and wait...T is missing. "Why isn't T. here," asks the oblivious boss. To which, I respond, "well dumbass, you didn't invite her, so she knows nothing of this lovely meeting." Boss, "Would someone go grab her and bring her down here"

They then proceed to tell us how important this system testing is and that we are not to leave the room for the next two days (except to eat and pee...I assume not at the same time ...but you never know), however, feel free to take a 15 minute break to take care of things back at your desk if neccessary.

After the Monster leaves, and we return from our 15 (dragged into 30) minute break, my incompetent boss then spends the next 1.5 hours reading us a spreadsheet that he has so kindly projected on the screen for us to read for ourselves. Then says "ok, we have to do this today and tomorrow...who wants to do what?"

Of course, he probably should have just prioritized the list first, and then walked in and said "here's what I need you to do." But the man has no balls, so we just sat staring blankly at him while some members whined about what they did and didn't want to do.

We then decided, that since it was 11:15, that we should probably order lunch. Then comes the discussion of who wants to eat what, and what certain foods do to these individuals' digestive systems.

So there you have it...3 hours of important "testing" time and all we've established is that I'm getting a mini hawaiian pizza and a small side salad.



At 7/13/2006 11:40 AM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Hey, that's more than I accomplished in 8 months of working for DoT.


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