My god. Sorry everyone, I will reply to recent posts and lovely to see some old 'faces' again! But now I have to tell you about my day.
I was en route to Dorset today because I have a meeting in our Exeter office tomorrow, was off to stay in my mum's house.
I had a phone conference to do at 3, a major one, and a very lovely Mumsnetter had offered to let me come to her house to do it because I had ds and dh with me, and I can't very well leave them on their own in a public place because dh can't keep up with ds in the wheelchair. We were running late and traffic was awful, so we ended up in a service station with me in the car doing the conference call.
The call was about the fact our test team - erm, can't test anything and have no plans to test the biggest migration we have ever attempted to do in a little system whose name I won't mention but let's say it's in the NHS and in the papers quite a lot.
I knew it was going to be bad. The guy running the call is an utter 'see you next tuesday' in the words of Charlotte from Sex and the City. And so it proved to be. In essence he announced to all and sundry that I had known since October (read: actually yesterday) that they needed my 'help' to complete a piece of their work and now I have been given til Friday lunchtime to get it done. I have been told to work the weekend to complete analysis I can't even start as I don't have the information, nor will I by the weekend. Many of Mr See You's statements were plain wrong (and this was a conf call with very senior management, so I simply had to correct where appropriate). I missed a number of calls whilst on this call and got a text as well.
When I finished I read the text. It said:
- trib. Pls do not interrupt Mr See You on the call, he is trying to help you.
I swear to god I virtually wrote my resignation letter at this point. He is trying to help me? I've been told to rescue his team's sorry a*se from the brink to save THEM! AND I SHOULD SHUT UP WHILST I'M DOING IT?!?!?!
I am so out of here. We had to turn round in Birmingham and come home again, it took 4 feckin hours through the rush hour, I've been back home for half an hour. No no no no no.
Oh yes - and my step-dad starts chemo next week.
So there we are. Sorry to dump and run, I am so unspeakably I don't know what to do with myself.