FIVE of five.
It says something about the depths of recursive brokenness a certain organisation exhibits when I greeted the news of the impending repair of one of the dozens of shattered spars of ICT as cause for brief respite in the hellhole of smashed and twisted wreckage which is their procedural infrastructure and lack of common sense.
Of course, this was quickly snuffed when I was put on QA for an upcoming system interface which had supposedly been through many weeks of careful end-user testing, only to find it stuffed to asphyxiation with simple errors and lurking pitfalls any half-experienced employee (and indeed, any systems developer worth their salt) should have been able to spot.
In another bucket of chum masquerading as a bright spot, I was today given a mindless, stupid job which will result in a bunch of output quite capable of becoming completely invalidated at any time during the next several weeks by any one of a number of oblivious people. The difference was that this particular task didn't require in-depth near-telepathic knowledge of the sprained corkscrews currently impersonating an IT infrastructure, unlike all the other ones I've had ladled in my direction so far.
Oh, and the team boss keeps hinting that the one guy who knows enough to train me isn't expected to improve his ratio of sick time to desk time any time soon, and in fact it might get worse. Worse, apparently, than turning up perhaps half to a third of the time at all, and being mostly then too busy catching up with the business of wearing his other several hats to provide much in the way of training or information. So the boss wants me to drag fifteen years of ingrained knowledge out of him and document it. By yesterday, preferably, before he drops off the twig.
"No pressure."
No, of course not.
Of course, this was quickly snuffed when I was put on QA for an upcoming system interface which had supposedly been through many weeks of careful end-user testing, only to find it stuffed to asphyxiation with simple errors and lurking pitfalls any half-experienced employee (and indeed, any systems developer worth their salt) should have been able to spot.
In another bucket of chum masquerading as a bright spot, I was today given a mindless, stupid job which will result in a bunch of output quite capable of becoming completely invalidated at any time during the next several weeks by any one of a number of oblivious people. The difference was that this particular task didn't require in-depth near-telepathic knowledge of the sprained corkscrews currently impersonating an IT infrastructure, unlike all the other ones I've had ladled in my direction so far.
Oh, and the team boss keeps hinting that the one guy who knows enough to train me isn't expected to improve his ratio of sick time to desk time any time soon, and in fact it might get worse. Worse, apparently, than turning up perhaps half to a third of the time at all, and being mostly then too busy catching up with the business of wearing his other several hats to provide much in the way of training or information. So the boss wants me to drag fifteen years of ingrained knowledge out of him and document it. By yesterday, preferably, before he drops off the twig.
"No pressure."
No, of course not.