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Aug. 1st, 2008 10:39 pm
And so into the office this morning for the 'Dress Rehearsal Briefing'. Never mind the dress rehearsal - the drama started a few minutes before the briefing began, when I was idly wandering across the floor of the telephone unit when Paul called me over. Again, he wanted to iron out some wrinkles resulting from my change of shift pattern and the resulting havoc it had wreaked with my arranged shift swaps. We'd just reached apparent agreement on exactly when I was going to work when he made a comment, and wrote a note, that referred to Wednesday September 10. That confused me as I thought we'd established yesterday that I don't have to work on that day. No time to talk about that just yet, as it was time to head down to the Map Room for the briefing.
A guy called William explained to us all the extra questions we'd have to ask when we do the Dress Rehearsal next month for the proposed new survey. William had a heavy African accent; I understood him OK but I think a few people had a little difficulty. While we were encouraged to ask questions about anything that wasn't clear, much of the time was taken up with interviewers simply pointing out clear flaws in the new survey questions. In the end William just told us all to fill in any thoughts on them, including suggestions for improvement, in our feedback books when we're actually doing the rehearsal.
Meanwhile, my shift change drama reached its bloody Shakespearean climax during the interval in the briefing. I popped up to the telephone unit to ask Paul to let me glance over his record of my shifts to be worked for the next few weeks, just to make sure the rosters were right and he hadn't sneaked a rogue September 10 shift on me. I had to wait a few minutes as both Paul and Kevin were busy, then Paul called me over and showed me the rosters on his VDU. It rapidly became clear that Paul had a right cob on, as he snappily barked at me to write everything down just to make sure there'd be no arguments (even though I have memorised all the shifts I'm due to work in that period). When I innocently said something about a Friday shift not being on the screen Paul shouted me down and said "Just wait, will you? I'm getting stressed with you." That particular Friday turned out to be on another sheet, but Paul continued to get steaming angry, and it didn't help that he'd put me down to work 10 September PM. In my confusion brought on by his rage, instead of remembering that I shouldn't be working that day at all, I told him I should be on AM shift that day. He made a note of the 'correction' and sent me away with a flea in my ear.
It was only back in the briefing hall that I realised not only that mistake, but also that the roster had no record of a shift I'm meant to work - Wednesday 27 August AM as make-up of Bank Holiday Monday. There is no way I'm going back to Paul to say so; the way things were going I'd be risking a punch in the face. I guess I'll be going over his head and e-mailing Sue #6.
Next week.
( Stokes Bay Festival Day 2 )
A guy called William explained to us all the extra questions we'd have to ask when we do the Dress Rehearsal next month for the proposed new survey. William had a heavy African accent; I understood him OK but I think a few people had a little difficulty. While we were encouraged to ask questions about anything that wasn't clear, much of the time was taken up with interviewers simply pointing out clear flaws in the new survey questions. In the end William just told us all to fill in any thoughts on them, including suggestions for improvement, in our feedback books when we're actually doing the rehearsal.
Meanwhile, my shift change drama reached its bloody Shakespearean climax during the interval in the briefing. I popped up to the telephone unit to ask Paul to let me glance over his record of my shifts to be worked for the next few weeks, just to make sure the rosters were right and he hadn't sneaked a rogue September 10 shift on me. I had to wait a few minutes as both Paul and Kevin were busy, then Paul called me over and showed me the rosters on his VDU. It rapidly became clear that Paul had a right cob on, as he snappily barked at me to write everything down just to make sure there'd be no arguments (even though I have memorised all the shifts I'm due to work in that period). When I innocently said something about a Friday shift not being on the screen Paul shouted me down and said "Just wait, will you? I'm getting stressed with you." That particular Friday turned out to be on another sheet, but Paul continued to get steaming angry, and it didn't help that he'd put me down to work 10 September PM. In my confusion brought on by his rage, instead of remembering that I shouldn't be working that day at all, I told him I should be on AM shift that day. He made a note of the 'correction' and sent me away with a flea in my ear.
It was only back in the briefing hall that I realised not only that mistake, but also that the roster had no record of a shift I'm meant to work - Wednesday 27 August AM as make-up of Bank Holiday Monday. There is no way I'm going back to Paul to say so; the way things were going I'd be risking a punch in the face. I guess I'll be going over his head and e-mailing Sue #6.
Next week.
( Stokes Bay Festival Day 2 )
