I was recently asked to write up a Visio doc on our Document Flow Process. I would rather shovel cow dung on a 100 degree day, seriously. Now, many of you know how long winded I am. But I managed to say it all in 10 sentences!Well, yesterday I get called into my boss's office. He said my "swimlanes" were wrong, and we had to meet for an hour with a Visio expert on a conference call to make it right. So in that vain, he wrote what he thought we needed said on several white boards with black marker (see photo above as one of many). When I walked into his office, the permanent marker smell was so potent I literally got high.
But my boss would rather "keep it real" and "more creative" on a whiteboard than produce an electronic document, then he says "Theresa, you handle this." The guy on the conference call said, "But this is basically identical to what Theresa already wrote on her document that she emailed me. Should I fly out there?" He lives in Chicago.
"No need for that," my boss said. "Theresa will type this up, revise it and we'll have another conference call." Which meant I had to bring in my camera from home this morning, take photos of all the white boards, (photo above is one of many), then toggle back and forth from Word to the photo to try to decipher his handwriting and type it.
From this, he hopes we will have a Visio doc that makes our jobs look more complicated than performing brain surgery, with all the circles, swimlanes, squares, arrows, pentagrams, color codes, diamonds, etc. He wants this for new hires. I frankly told him that if I was a new hire and saw this document, I would be running for the hills before I'd work here. But he said it's a company-wide project for all departments so that we can all have several more meetings to discuss if any tasks can be switched around.
Lovely. I want to scream, "Can't you people instead of this, make a frigging sale so we can get our health benefits back!!" Since they discouraged us not to go to the dr for the rest of the year, I went for an appt yesterday to beg a nurse practitioner for some anti-anxiety meds which she readily granted. Mercy.
3 comments:
Sounds like some good times there, Therese. Luckily the Chicago guy didn't have to fly out!
OMG sounds like way too much BS in your office! Ugh... I'm pretty much dealing with same crap, so you're not alone!
Those are great pictures! I remember when you were pregnant with them....it doesn't seem like that long ago.
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