*passes out*
Feb. 18th, 2021 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeI just got home. What a week.
I have split the difference on taking tomorrow off and have declared it a "work from home" day. That way I can sleep in until ten minutes to nine if I want to and no one will be any the wiser. ;)
If I was smart, I'd go to bed right after I finish eating, but I will confess I kind of want to stay up and play Stardew Valley. I may split the difference there too and go to bed with a book. Yesterday I played until later than I intended, which is how it goes most of the time, frankly. Not always, but I do know that the more tired I am, the less good I am at making good decisions involving executive function (like playing "one more day" of Stardew Valley instead of going to bed). Since I am really flipping wiped out today, the wisest course of action is to not turn on the gaming computer at all.
Remember how the other day I said I wasn't going to officially declare my employee's pay problems solved until all the money was in her account and nothing else happened? WELL. We can file this one under "I told you so and I wish I wasn't right." The Timekeeper Unit (which sounds like a really cool fantasy name for, like, time travelling wizards but is in fact a pay department whose sole job it is to look at employee's time sheets and reconcile them with the posted schedule) rejected four of her time sheets, so she and I spent 45 minutes going over everything with a fine-toothed comb in order to re-submit them.
*sigh*
It's still an improvement over her not getting paid at all. Most of her back pay has been deposited into her account, so now it's just a matter of persevering until it's all accounted for.
Today's good news is that we were able to recover 85% of the data that got lost between Monday and Tuesday, thanks to some technical wizardry from one of the IT guys. We are all very relieved. I know that the operator who felt she was responsible for it (we're not even sure it was her, for the record, there were a lot of moving parts) was tying herself in knots over it, so I'm glad we got a decent resolution out of all of this.
My bed is calling to me with siren song. Off I go. :)
I have split the difference on taking tomorrow off and have declared it a "work from home" day. That way I can sleep in until ten minutes to nine if I want to and no one will be any the wiser. ;)
If I was smart, I'd go to bed right after I finish eating, but I will confess I kind of want to stay up and play Stardew Valley. I may split the difference there too and go to bed with a book. Yesterday I played until later than I intended, which is how it goes most of the time, frankly. Not always, but I do know that the more tired I am, the less good I am at making good decisions involving executive function (like playing "one more day" of Stardew Valley instead of going to bed). Since I am really flipping wiped out today, the wisest course of action is to not turn on the gaming computer at all.
Remember how the other day I said I wasn't going to officially declare my employee's pay problems solved until all the money was in her account and nothing else happened? WELL. We can file this one under "I told you so and I wish I wasn't right." The Timekeeper Unit (which sounds like a really cool fantasy name for, like, time travelling wizards but is in fact a pay department whose sole job it is to look at employee's time sheets and reconcile them with the posted schedule) rejected four of her time sheets, so she and I spent 45 minutes going over everything with a fine-toothed comb in order to re-submit them.
*sigh*
It's still an improvement over her not getting paid at all. Most of her back pay has been deposited into her account, so now it's just a matter of persevering until it's all accounted for.
Today's good news is that we were able to recover 85% of the data that got lost between Monday and Tuesday, thanks to some technical wizardry from one of the IT guys. We are all very relieved. I know that the operator who felt she was responsible for it (we're not even sure it was her, for the record, there were a lot of moving parts) was tying herself in knots over it, so I'm glad we got a decent resolution out of all of this.
My bed is calling to me with siren song. Off I go. :)
