Yesterday was a wacky Wednesday here at my office. No, that’s not a planned event. It was just an accumulation of people, who had left their rain-drenched brains somewhere in the chaotic traffic on their way to work in the extra-long commute that took place due to the weather. It just seemed the idiocy of the day just would not go away. As my friend reminded me, the definition of Stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results. Well that was what we were faced with yesterday.
I received email after email from the same person with the same question worded differently. You know what they got? The same answer! I, on the other hand, got a headache.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, a handful of non-technical people teamed up to try to do something they each did not understand, instead of calling someone who did. It almost resulted in disaster. Kind of like my once favorite TV show, LOST. In LOST, the numbers 4, 8, 15, 16, 23 and 42 had to be routinely entered into a computer system in order to prevent a catastrophic event. One mishap, and BOOM! (On an interesting note, it seems the numbers may possibly have some real significance. If you are a LOST fan, or if you care, see www.4815162342.com.) Anyway, this group of people who should never mess with anything with an electrical cord needed a password. A password I have. They could have simply called me and I would have given it to them. It actually started out with one person. She didn’t know it, so she called someone else who didn’t know, and so on. These non-techies gathered up, and the wrong password was repeatedly entered. They reached a critical stage before calling my office and getting an accurate password, but not before bringing us dangerously close to the BOOM!
Amidst the chaos there were two more issues taking place. One having to do with a new procedure everyone was to follow…one that wasn’t really ready to be in place yet. Guess who kept getting emails and phone calls? Not the person who should have…instead it was me. Thankfully, in the end, the powers-that-be fixed the problem and my phone and emails subsided. The other issue was due to another department’s failure to follow their own rules. Yep. They created these procedures we needed to follow. Then when we followed them, they told us we couldn’t do that. The phone calls started flying. Seriously? Do you not know your own procedures?
By 4:00 pm, my boss, my friend/co-worker and I had enough. The constant barrage of idiocy had drained all three of us of any life force that remained. We all crawled home to recoup, with a lingering fear of returning to a repeat today. After so much nonsense, amazingly, today has been quiet. Too quiet. Eerily quiet. Were they all aliens that were called back home to their own planets? Did their zombie brains turn into mush, thereby rendering them lifeless and unable to return? Or did we just sleep through two days and now the three of us are really here on a Saturday, when no one would think to bother us, because we shouldn’t be here? Who knows? All I know is that I now understand the term “postal” more than I want to.