erika_sanely: (Squee)

There is a gentleman who whenever he visits our site, he brings a box of cinnamon doughnuts and a box of cheese and bacon buns. It’s very exciting. If I have an important job out here, that job would be the email I send out to different departments letting them know the the doughnut man has arrived and he has bought with him glourious food stuffs. I once sent the email out, and it seemed as if some of the people I sent the email to actually beat the email. It would have not been even 30 seconds since I pressed the send button, and the people on the doughnut mailing list started coming into the processing wing.

Ah, yes. I acutally have a mailing list set up to tell people that there are doughnuts and buns for them to eat. I used to walk around, but after a while it became obvious who would want free food and who didn’t, so I created the mailing list “Doughnut people.” I like to think that these people are sitting at their desks, having a boring day, and then up pops the notification that there are Free!! Dougnuts!! And Scrolls!! And that makes them happy.

One of the great things about the doughnut man, is we’re never really sure as to when he is going to appear. Well, I say we, but I am sure that the supervisors and managers know when he is due. The ‘lay’ people do not, so whenever he turns up everyone gets slightly a little bit excited. And there is great joy throughout the building.

People are always grateful to be told that there is free food, and they like to tell me how much they appreciate me telling them. As I always say back to them, I’m doing myself more of a favour than them; the doughtnuts and whatnot are in my line of vision, so the sooner I can get rid of them, the less likely I am to cave and scoff down the lot of them. So really, anyone who’s not me that eats them, are doing me a huge favour. So really, it’s the Circle of Life… but with more food and less witch-doctor gibbons. It also comes in handy if I need a different department to do something for me, they remember that I am a nice person who lets them know first that there’s delicious and free food on the premises.

I’ve always said that if you want to poison people out here, all you need to do is bring out a box of food, and it will get eaten within minutes. We came in one morning at 7 am and there was a box of doughnuts sitting on a filing cabinet and people devoured the box like a lion on a gazelle during a 15 month drought. The weird thing about these particular doughnuts, is that it was not the usual time for the doughnut man to drop them off, nor was it the usual spot he dropped them off. No one knew who they belonged to, and no one cared. As long as the food was free they were happy to eat. I should also point out that our site is 40 minutes out of town, and while we have vending machines with soft drinks, potato chips and chocolates in them, unless you bring food, there’s no other food readily avaible. Most people keep ‘spare’ food in their desks for those rare but devastating occassions when you forget your lunch on the kitchen table.

erika_sanely: (Sock Monkeys)
Okay. Now, I know I’ve said in the past that I’ve had good days at work….(Eg, the sitting on a swivel chair in a dark office and turning around to say "I’ve been expecting you..."), but today may be the Greatest. Day. Ever. Exclamation mark. I was doing the receipting for my department, and theres a cery small group of us (well, there’s four. And even then, two of them are in there because it makes them laugh) that get very excited when certain types of number sequences come up in the recipt. For example, I once got Receipt number #54321. AW got 70000 and 50000. TP for 77777. MiT has had 82228. Today, oh today my friends I got the mother load.

I started to get excited when I receipted #83234, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up in case it all went horribly wrong for me. But then, oh then….. I got it. I got 83238. If there is anything I love, it is a palindrome. I find them extremely elegant, and I was happy. So happy, I did Paul Gross victory arms in my cubicle, which was seen by a few people, who inquired, nodded and said “you got a palindrome.” BUT THEN….! I was emailing the other three whom love a good receipting number story and I noticed something. The invoice number for the item with the receipt number #83238 was #262. ANOTHER PALINDROME!!!! My excitement could not, and cannot be textually rendered. And just when I noticed this, the manager of HR walked past and noticed that I was pretty much making a noise that only dogs and radar could detect. I told her (and showed her the piece of paper.) People must be used to me, as she also laughed and nodded and told me I should change my name to Hannah. I told her she was now being silly.

But yes, I am very easily amused and entertained.

But look!!! I give you the proof. If only my order number had been a palindrome….I would have had to take the rest of the day off.

erika_sanely: (Well-thrown by wintercreek)
I got a very nice compliment from Mr Dobalina today.

We're going through the personal commitments we have to set at work for the year, and I mentioned to him that I was having trouble coming up with ones that related to my role. When he questioned what I meant, I explained that I don't believe that in my job I can change or help with the production.

He looked me straight in the eye and said "When you were on holidays, I noticed you weren't here. No, I really noticed. When you are here I know that any work I give you will get done, and I never have to double check that any reports I need for meetings will be done before the meetings start. While you were gone I was constantly chasing people and reminding people to get things done. You might not realise it, but you make a difference."

And that my friends, is the nicest thing someone has said to me all year.
erika_sanely: (Easily Amused)
While making the IT department giggle, writing out your IT help request in poem form will not mean an immediate response. My IT request below (not great – or even good – but I was working within a time limit, and it wasn’t for something I had pre-planned a poem for. It doesn’t scan all that well. But! I gave it a go, and even The Fish* thought it was funny.)

The workload I have is becoming obscene,
And I am in want of a-nother screen.
If you could help make me go from one to two,
I will be happier than the monkeys in zoos!

The Fish is the head of the IT department. His last name is Whiting. Geddit? He is what you would called a stereotypical IT person.
erika_sanely: (Ray pleases me)
So today I used a phrase I never EVER thought I would have cause to use:

Shit, I think I’ve lost the Bat penis.

Oh, you want to know how that phrase would work in context? Well sure, if you want all the mystery taken out of it…..

My friend Challis recently went on a holiday. All I know about his 10 days away is that his hotel room had a butler, and he saw the most impressive bat penis. So impressive, he took a photograph of it. And when getting hard copies of his photos, he in fact got 4 copies of the bat penis. And then he bought the photograph into work, showed me (and indeed, it truly was a most impressive penis – bat or otherwise) and asked me to keep it so I could show TP. I’ve had a fair bit of paperwork today, and for a moment I feared I had thrown it out by mistake. Which was when I exclaimed – out loud – shit, I think I’ve lost the Bat Penis.

(Also, TP went home ill before I had a chance to show him the penis. So it shall live on my desk until he can see it. FYI: It’s one of those things where it’s disgusting, yet hypnotic.)
erika_sanely: (Srsly?)
My immediate supervisor is on fire today! I find with Mr Dobalina that the best way to deal with him is to imagine that he is from outer space, and hasn’t got the nuances of human language yet. He’s Canadian, so if there are any barriers, it would be a cultural thing, but I have a harder time getting him to understand what I’m talking about (or getting him to understand what he is talking about) than I do with some people who English is their second or third language.

Today is the best examples of this:
Example one, he asked me today to order some signs for a gate. But he doesn’t want them to say “Please shut the gate” or even “Keep gate shut” . He wants them to say “Make sure to close and shut the gate after going through.” But I can play around with the wording of that. I think I may play around with the wording until it reads “Please keep gate shut.”

Example two: He wants me to make up a calendar for our department. When he mentioned this, I bought up the fact that the training guys had just made up a calendar just last week that would suit his needs perfectly. His reply – “I don’t want a calendar for training; I want to have a calendar for when people are on courses.”

Lawd bless him.

Before today’s zingers, my favourite of his was the following:

I send out a reminder about an upcoming safety meeting every month, so the relevant people in our department remember to show up. As I was writing it for a particular month, he stopped me and asked me to add some names to it (people who while not in our department either a- need to know we’re having a safety meeting or b-are in the safety department and it’s relevant to them) I typed them in as Mr Dobalina stood there. I finished typing the email while he stood there. After I finished, he put his hand up and said “Don’t send that. I need to think about it some more.” And he just walked away. So, to recap, after he stood there to make sure I made the changes he wanted, he wasn’t sure the changes I made was what he wanted. (FYI, that happened about 6 months ago. He still hasn’t got back to me.)
erika_sanely: (AAS machine)
A (usual) short and quick post today; I'm off to the next town over to stay the night with friends and watch the last 3 episodes of Supernatural's Season 6. I do not know what we're going to do once we've watched them. Me camping at their place once a month for Supernatural sessions is the glue that helps keep us in regular contact. We may need to decide on another show to get us through the hiatus.

Been up since 4am so I could do a few hours at work (I get paid for a full day which is brilliant so I didn't mind. In fact, I offered so no one else would need to get up early. In other words, I get brownie points for taking the early winter morning hit, plus, I get extra money. It was a win-win situation that I could not pass up.

Bingo last night was great. It deserves it's own post, so I shall tell you all about it tomorrow.
erika_sanely: (AAS machine)
A (usual) short and quick post today; I'm off to the next town over to stay the night with friends and watch the last 3 episodes of Supernatural's Season 6. I do not know what we're going to do once we've watched them. Me camping at their place once a month for Supernatural sessions is the glue that helps keep us in regular contact. We may need to decide on another show to get us through the hiatus.

Been up since 4am so I could do a few hours at work (I get paid for a full day which is brilliant so I didn't mind. In fact, I offered so no one else would need to get up early. In other words, I get brownie points for taking the early winter morning hit, plus, I get extra money. It was a win-win situation that I could not pass up.

Bingo last night was great. It deserves it's own post, so I shall tell you all about it tomorrow.
erika_sanely: (AAS machine)
A friend of mine who works in the environmental department took this pic at work. Two wedge-tail eagles sitting in trees waiting for prey.

Between these, the emus (and baby emus which are The Cute) and kangaroos, working at a mine is never boring. )
erika_sanely: (AAS machine)
A friend of mine who works in the environmental department took this pic at work. Two wedge-tail eagles sitting in trees waiting for prey.

Between these, the emus (and baby emus which are The Cute) and kangaroos, working at a mine is never boring. )
erika_sanely: (Fun with sieves)
It's only Tuesday, and I'm already a day and a half behind at work.

Anybody wanna size 100kg of rock for me? From 125mm down to 80micron. It's more fun than it sounds. Or, not.
This week is gonna be awesome/sarcasm
erika_sanely: (Fun with sieves)
It's only Tuesday, and I'm already a day and a half behind at work.

Anybody wanna size 100kg of rock for me? From 125mm down to 80micron. It's more fun than it sounds. Or, not.
This week is gonna be awesome/sarcasm
erika_sanely: (Cat attack)
I've talked about my cat Owen here before. He's the cat that makes shadow puppets look like Arnie and Bruce Willis rolled into one. He's afraid of curtains. The neighbour got some kittens, and I have to run outside and scare them away because kittens that are smaller than half a shoe have him backed into a corner and he cannot do anything but cry.

He is, quite frankly, a wuss.

Over the last three months, the mets at work has been coming in, and telling everyone about this huge, muscley, gotta-be-on-steriods ginger cat that has been bullying their two female cats. It's become the daily story everyone wants to hear about; what's the steriod bully been up to now?? He's been breaking into their house, and standing his ground in their living room and even using a broom does nothing to break this cat. He is, in their words, evil. Their cleaner tells them what a bully he is, and everyone has been trying to come up with ways to deal with it.

Last week was the Australian finale of "So You Think You Can Dance." (For the record, my dancing boyfriend won. I was very very happy.) The mets and I have been fans of this show, and since I didn't have to go to work Monday, I told them to come around and we'd have a mini Dance party and watch the show together. It was a grand plan, and as Nat was coming back from a holiday in Tasmania, she'd arrive later, and Jen would rock up about 7pm. I'd already locked the boys inside, so I wouldn't have to go looking for them later that night. Jen rocked up, came inside and just stopped in her tracks.

"It's him. The steriod cat."

In the middle of the living room Owen was sitting there cleaning himself. When she started to speak he stopped and stared at her.

And that was when I knew. He WAS the steriod bully. Owen, if he can help it and in this case he certainly could, will run crying from rooms whenever someone who is not me walks in. But with Jen, he just sat and stared. And the calmly walked over to his favourite chair, sat in it, and stared some more. And it wasn't just a "Oh, someone's here" stare. It was more of a "This is my house, bitch. Walk away and no one gets hurt."

I was mortified. I let the boys run free during the day, but I always lock them in at night. And I've been listening to the stories about Steriod Cat and judging the owner terribly, wondering how someone can let their cat run free terrorising people like that. Nat showed up a bit later, and when she saw Owen she also stopped and gaped. And once again he did not run terrified. He just stared.

Now, this probably doesn't sound like much, but Jen and Nat live about 1 kilometre from me (1.6miles for those without metric). All this time I've been fretting because he can't keep the weight on, he's been becoming a lean muscley machine. Now that everyone knows it's him, and he's mine, they've stopped calling him "Steriod Cat" and he's now known as "Marathon Man Cat". One morning, I let him out before I went to work at 5am, by 530am he was at Nat and Jen's house and was sitting in their living room. Jen yelled - "Owen, go away!!" and he went.

Whenever I look at him, I find myself asking "Who are you??" And now that he knows I know his double life he's started standing his ground with the next door kitties. He, my curtain fearing wuss-bag, has become a Man. Or cat. Something like that. I wonder what else he has been hiding from me??


While he was a bully, he never hurt the girl cats. We secretly suspect that - despite all cats involved having had 'reproductive surgery' - one of the girls, most likely Maddy according to Jen was his girlfriend
erika_sanely: (Cat attack)
I've talked about my cat Owen here before. He's the cat that makes shadow puppets look like Arnie and Bruce Willis rolled into one. He's afraid of curtains. The neighbour got some kittens, and I have to run outside and scare them away because kittens that are smaller than half a shoe have him backed into a corner and he cannot do anything but cry.

He is, quite frankly, a wuss.

Over the last three months, the mets at work has been coming in, and telling everyone about this huge, muscley, gotta-be-on-steriods ginger cat that has been bullying their two female cats. It's become the daily story everyone wants to hear about; what's the steriod bully been up to now?? He's been breaking into their house, and standing his ground in their living room and even using a broom does nothing to break this cat. He is, in their words, evil. Their cleaner tells them what a bully he is, and everyone has been trying to come up with ways to deal with it.

Last week was the Australian finale of "So You Think You Can Dance." (For the record, my dancing boyfriend won. I was very very happy.) The mets and I have been fans of this show, and since I didn't have to go to work Monday, I told them to come around and we'd have a mini Dance party and watch the show together. It was a grand plan, and as Nat was coming back from a holiday in Tasmania, she'd arrive later, and Jen would rock up about 7pm. I'd already locked the boys inside, so I wouldn't have to go looking for them later that night. Jen rocked up, came inside and just stopped in her tracks.

"It's him. The steriod cat."

In the middle of the living room Owen was sitting there cleaning himself. When she started to speak he stopped and stared at her.

And that was when I knew. He WAS the steriod bully. Owen, if he can help it and in this case he certainly could, will run crying from rooms whenever someone who is not me walks in. But with Jen, he just sat and stared. And the calmly walked over to his favourite chair, sat in it, and stared some more. And it wasn't just a "Oh, someone's here" stare. It was more of a "This is my house, bitch. Walk away and no one gets hurt."

I was mortified. I let the boys run free during the day, but I always lock them in at night. And I've been listening to the stories about Steriod Cat and judging the owner terribly, wondering how someone can let their cat run free terrorising people like that. Nat showed up a bit later, and when she saw Owen she also stopped and gaped. And once again he did not run terrified. He just stared.

Now, this probably doesn't sound like much, but Jen and Nat live about 1 kilometre from me (1.6miles for those without metric). All this time I've been fretting because he can't keep the weight on, he's been becoming a lean muscley machine. Now that everyone knows it's him, and he's mine, they've stopped calling him "Steriod Cat" and he's now known as "Marathon Man Cat". One morning, I let him out before I went to work at 5am, by 530am he was at Nat and Jen's house and was sitting in their living room. Jen yelled - "Owen, go away!!" and he went.

Whenever I look at him, I find myself asking "Who are you??" And now that he knows I know his double life he's started standing his ground with the next door kitties. He, my curtain fearing wuss-bag, has become a Man. Or cat. Something like that. I wonder what else he has been hiding from me??


While he was a bully, he never hurt the girl cats. We secretly suspect that - despite all cats involved having had 'reproductive surgery' - one of the girls, most likely Maddy according to Jen was his girlfriend

YAY!!!!

May. 2nd, 2008 05:44 pm
erika_sanely: (zorro by not_a_painter)
The current Met Tech took the process operator job. I got officially offered the met tech role and gleefully accepted.

The title of met tech is mine as of the May 23, but it may be a while until I am doing that job. I need to get my replacement trainined up. Actually, before that we need to FIND my replacement and the HR here isn't known for their speed. One lady I know put her resignation in (gave a month's notice), and they didn't bother to advertise her position until she had only one day left before she was gone.

And the added bonus of the new role?? A 4 grand pay rise. Now that surprised me. I was gonna do the job for what I get paid now.

YAY!!!!

May. 2nd, 2008 05:44 pm
erika_sanely: (zorro by not_a_painter)
The current Met Tech took the process operator job. I got officially offered the met tech role and gleefully accepted.

The title of met tech is mine as of the May 23, but it may be a while until I am doing that job. I need to get my replacement trainined up. Actually, before that we need to FIND my replacement and the HR here isn't known for their speed. One lady I know put her resignation in (gave a month's notice), and they didn't bother to advertise her position until she had only one day left before she was gone.

And the added bonus of the new role?? A 4 grand pay rise. Now that surprised me. I was gonna do the job for what I get paid now.
erika_sanely: (Not good day)
It's my day off, and where else would I be but at work??? This is the fourth? Fifth?? extra day I've done this month. Not happy Jan. Not. Happy.

I really need to change my phone numbers, so I can't get called in for extras.

Luckily for me, I am on holidays as of Thursday. Even luckier for me, I am going to the other side of the country for my holidays, so even if they need me to come in for they have no other options, I can laugh at them. (And I'm not telling them when I'm coming back.)
erika_sanely: (Not good day)
It's my day off, and where else would I be but at work??? This is the fourth? Fifth?? extra day I've done this month. Not happy Jan. Not. Happy.

I really need to change my phone numbers, so I can't get called in for extras.

Luckily for me, I am on holidays as of Thursday. Even luckier for me, I am going to the other side of the country for my holidays, so even if they need me to come in for they have no other options, I can laugh at them. (And I'm not telling them when I'm coming back.)
erika_sanely: (I could do that)
Note to self: Learn to slow down!

I'm at work, and because I'm used to a lab at Roxby working at an unhuman and unnatural pace, I've gotten all my work done too quickly. I now have 2 and a half hours to fill in before the next set of samples comes in - and I did this mornings work at a slower pace, as yesterday I had 3.5 hours with nothing to do. Luckily, being the weekend means there are no bosses around, so I can sit on my butt and read. But still; I need to get slower at my job.

The other lady who works in this lab keeps telling me how busy we are, and how she can barely get time to have lunch. I would like to know what she's doing to make her day so busy - we do exactly the same job, but she's not coping with the number of samples. I am, as mentioned above, not only coping with the samples, but getting time to read an entire book during the day.
erika_sanely: (I could do that)
Note to self: Learn to slow down!

I'm at work, and because I'm used to a lab at Roxby working at an unhuman and unnatural pace, I've gotten all my work done too quickly. I now have 2 and a half hours to fill in before the next set of samples comes in - and I did this mornings work at a slower pace, as yesterday I had 3.5 hours with nothing to do. Luckily, being the weekend means there are no bosses around, so I can sit on my butt and read. But still; I need to get slower at my job.

The other lady who works in this lab keeps telling me how busy we are, and how she can barely get time to have lunch. I would like to know what she's doing to make her day so busy - we do exactly the same job, but she's not coping with the number of samples. I am, as mentioned above, not only coping with the samples, but getting time to read an entire book during the day.

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