A Disaster Test?
Seriously?
At year-end, in the accounting office?
They have GOT to be fucking kidding me.
I've got a million and one things to accomplish before I go home on December 31st, and these morons take down the entire computer system for two hours.
*throws up hands in resignation*
Honestly.
EDIT: THREE. HOURS.
This stupid test took three bloody hours out of my workday, and the whole time there was this pinched-face little woman up here, observing what we do during downtime. There was nothing for me TO do!! Normally I'd file all this crap I haven't filed since, oh, September. But the Denial Unit people were in there, pulling EOBs, so I was told not to go in there by my supervisor (not her fault, I'm not angry with her). I was told to tidy up my desk. I did, but it looks exactly the way it did before the frigging downtime because everything on it? Yeah, it all needs to be filed. I have a two-foot pile of remits that I need to put away, and that's not even because I'm lazy and have been hanging onto them like the other stuff I need to file; there's currently no room in the file room because I can't get in there to clean it out till January.
So I did my best to look busy and move paper from one side of my desk to the other throughout this whole stupid-ass "test." Which they should have scheduled for, oh, I don't know, FEBRUARY. Idiots. I swear to God, it took everything in me not to swear violently and creatively. So now I'm pissy and mean because I've got all that stress bottled up.
People should REALLY just listen to me and do what the hell I tell them to do.
At year-end, in the accounting office?
They have GOT to be fucking kidding me.
I've got a million and one things to accomplish before I go home on December 31st, and these morons take down the entire computer system for two hours.
*throws up hands in resignation*
Honestly.
EDIT: THREE. HOURS.
This stupid test took three bloody hours out of my workday, and the whole time there was this pinched-face little woman up here, observing what we do during downtime. There was nothing for me TO do!! Normally I'd file all this crap I haven't filed since, oh, September. But the Denial Unit people were in there, pulling EOBs, so I was told not to go in there by my supervisor (not her fault, I'm not angry with her). I was told to tidy up my desk. I did, but it looks exactly the way it did before the frigging downtime because everything on it? Yeah, it all needs to be filed. I have a two-foot pile of remits that I need to put away, and that's not even because I'm lazy and have been hanging onto them like the other stuff I need to file; there's currently no room in the file room because I can't get in there to clean it out till January.
So I did my best to look busy and move paper from one side of my desk to the other throughout this whole stupid-ass "test." Which they should have scheduled for, oh, I don't know, FEBRUARY. Idiots. I swear to God, it took everything in me not to swear violently and creatively. So now I'm pissy and mean because I've got all that stress bottled up.
People should REALLY just listen to me and do what the hell I tell them to do.