My Tuesday Suck-Fest
Now that I'm sitting down to write about it, it doesn't seem so bad. I'm still feeling pretty depressed about the FE/EIT test... so that's been grating me.
... I got bitched out over the phone today by someone from UA who was upset because there is a plastic pipe under the building that should be metal.
First off, I'm still pretty pissed for that Wed meeting a couple weeks ago that I had to go to because the PM was on vacation... you know, the one I got yelled at for not following guidelines in some report that is in the process of being revised so it's not public access and the architect failed to pass the recent copy they got with the contract along to the subs... I still haven't gotten a write up from the architect over changes that were discussed in the meeting that they want to the plans. Grrr!
Second, I'm upset that I keep getting questions about portions of the project that have nothing to do with what I worked on. For example- The finished floor elevations (FFE) of the garage... and today's pipe extension question.
Third... I'm very frustrated with all the unlabeled utilities with no location plans or the utilities are in the wrong place... like that telecommunication line that I drew in according to as-built plans that isn't "as-built" and I told the architect that we couldn't put in the exact location of the utilities without potholing first... and potholing wasn't in our contract, so they'd have to have the contractor locate them... Furthermore... it'd help if utilities were bluestaked properly... *sigh*... I can't tell you how many times supposed utilities have been bluestaked and how many unmarked utilities have been dug up. It's a virtual nightmare.
It's the same thing with this mysterious pipe... which is on the as-built plans for the garage as being 10" big. It's really a 4" pipe... which the contractor discovered when they dug it up... and they'll have to dig it up AGAIN to switch it from plastic to metal. Things aren't where the plans and people say they are. I'm ready to pull out all my hair... which leads me into my suck-fest day.
I got yelled at over the phone over a pipe and when I tried to explain it wasn't anything I heard about, I finally asked for the guy's number and said I'd speak with my PM about it. So I'm speaking with the PM and I finish... and the guy calls the PM (thank high heaven I didn't have to call him back)... and my PM tells him EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HIM... and, get this, he accepts it as a valid answer. *sigh*
I just had a food-service flashback from when I was night manager at U-Mart and I'd tell a customer something and they'd ask to speak to a manager... so, obviously, they wouldn't get anywhere, tuck tail between their legs, and accept that they weren't getting their way.
So I get a notice about a seminar tomorrow. I REALLY want to get out of the office because I need a break away from all the insanity... so I look into it... and have really set myself up for failure. The thing is tomorrow... I called to make sure seats were available and by the time I faxed in my request for the free seminar the lady who does the registration was gone... and she'll be in tomorrow AM and I can find out if I can go then... but there's a $50 fee if I can't show up and I am registered... so I have no idea if I'm going or not... and I'm so... ready to scream! ARGH.
... so after all the post test depression, the stress of getting yelled at, and the seminar badness... I come home to find out my cats have eaten my little mini rose bush, which they knocked off the top of my desk, so there is dirt everywhere.
What a terrible, horrible, very bad afternoon. *dies*
... I got bitched out over the phone today by someone from UA who was upset because there is a plastic pipe under the building that should be metal.
First off, I'm still pretty pissed for that Wed meeting a couple weeks ago that I had to go to because the PM was on vacation... you know, the one I got yelled at for not following guidelines in some report that is in the process of being revised so it's not public access and the architect failed to pass the recent copy they got with the contract along to the subs... I still haven't gotten a write up from the architect over changes that were discussed in the meeting that they want to the plans. Grrr!
Second, I'm upset that I keep getting questions about portions of the project that have nothing to do with what I worked on. For example- The finished floor elevations (FFE) of the garage... and today's pipe extension question.
Third... I'm very frustrated with all the unlabeled utilities with no location plans or the utilities are in the wrong place... like that telecommunication line that I drew in according to as-built plans that isn't "as-built" and I told the architect that we couldn't put in the exact location of the utilities without potholing first... and potholing wasn't in our contract, so they'd have to have the contractor locate them... Furthermore... it'd help if utilities were bluestaked properly... *sigh*... I can't tell you how many times supposed utilities have been bluestaked and how many unmarked utilities have been dug up. It's a virtual nightmare.
It's the same thing with this mysterious pipe... which is on the as-built plans for the garage as being 10" big. It's really a 4" pipe... which the contractor discovered when they dug it up... and they'll have to dig it up AGAIN to switch it from plastic to metal. Things aren't where the plans and people say they are. I'm ready to pull out all my hair... which leads me into my suck-fest day.
I got yelled at over the phone over a pipe and when I tried to explain it wasn't anything I heard about, I finally asked for the guy's number and said I'd speak with my PM about it. So I'm speaking with the PM and I finish... and the guy calls the PM (thank high heaven I didn't have to call him back)... and my PM tells him EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HIM... and, get this, he accepts it as a valid answer. *sigh*
I just had a food-service flashback from when I was night manager at U-Mart and I'd tell a customer something and they'd ask to speak to a manager... so, obviously, they wouldn't get anywhere, tuck tail between their legs, and accept that they weren't getting their way.
So I get a notice about a seminar tomorrow. I REALLY want to get out of the office because I need a break away from all the insanity... so I look into it... and have really set myself up for failure. The thing is tomorrow... I called to make sure seats were available and by the time I faxed in my request for the free seminar the lady who does the registration was gone... and she'll be in tomorrow AM and I can find out if I can go then... but there's a $50 fee if I can't show up and I am registered... so I have no idea if I'm going or not... and I'm so... ready to scream! ARGH.
... so after all the post test depression, the stress of getting yelled at, and the seminar badness... I come home to find out my cats have eaten my little mini rose bush, which they knocked off the top of my desk, so there is dirt everywhere.
What a terrible, horrible, very bad afternoon. *dies*