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Today is semi-fired
May. 19th, 2021 07:22 pmI had work drama. I don't know if I posted about it when it happened, but a couple of months ago we had a major issue in which my unit accidentally deleted the ONLY copies of some audio files of interviews conducted by investigators (it was a combination of human error and technological failure). Thanks to my knowing a guy who knows a guy, we found someone who performed technological wizardry and recovered the files, but it was an honest-to-God miracle.
Today the same investigators came to pick up the recording device they left with us over the weekend, and it was nowhere to be found. Anyway, ANOTHER series of unfortunate events, a combination this time of being short-staffed and human error, had led to it being put in an envelope and accidentally given to the mail carrier. The operator who was working that day was on a break, so someone else who was working in the room next door decided to be "helpful" when the mail carrier came. Except this helpful soul apparently couldn't tell the difference between the cubby marked "outgoing mail" and the cubby marked "in-person pick-up only." Even more helpfully, the envelope containing the device was marked in such a way that the mail room thought it was meant to go to London, Ontario. THAT'S RIGHT.
Luckily, yours truly is a fucking awesome problem solver, so we figured out what had happened before the highly sensitive original recordings were shipped off to another city. *headdesk* I had to drive across town to where the mail room is located in order to retrieve it, but retrieve it I did, and all is well again. I've sent an email to the head investigator to discuss putting a better SOP into writing, because this is all getting quite ridiculous.
In non-work news I bought a new crate for Peggy yesterday and picked it up today, and not a moment too soon, because when I came home she'd broken out of the crate again. Luckily this time I'd secured the door better, so she spent the day harassing the cats instead (I assume) of going on a joy run around the neighbourhood. I've put up a baby gate to the "cat room" (the smallest bedroom in the house where I've set up the cat tree, some cat beds, and all the cat food and dishes) so that the cats have somewhere dog proof to go, and we're going to give "sleep in the same bed as Mama" another try tonight. If she decides to try to eat a cat at 1am again I have put the new crate together, so she can go in there if push comes to shove.
What can I say? Never a dull moment.
Today the same investigators came to pick up the recording device they left with us over the weekend, and it was nowhere to be found. Anyway, ANOTHER series of unfortunate events, a combination this time of being short-staffed and human error, had led to it being put in an envelope and accidentally given to the mail carrier. The operator who was working that day was on a break, so someone else who was working in the room next door decided to be "helpful" when the mail carrier came. Except this helpful soul apparently couldn't tell the difference between the cubby marked "outgoing mail" and the cubby marked "in-person pick-up only." Even more helpfully, the envelope containing the device was marked in such a way that the mail room thought it was meant to go to London, Ontario. THAT'S RIGHT.
Luckily, yours truly is a fucking awesome problem solver, so we figured out what had happened before the highly sensitive original recordings were shipped off to another city. *headdesk* I had to drive across town to where the mail room is located in order to retrieve it, but retrieve it I did, and all is well again. I've sent an email to the head investigator to discuss putting a better SOP into writing, because this is all getting quite ridiculous.
In non-work news I bought a new crate for Peggy yesterday and picked it up today, and not a moment too soon, because when I came home she'd broken out of the crate again. Luckily this time I'd secured the door better, so she spent the day harassing the cats instead (I assume) of going on a joy run around the neighbourhood. I've put up a baby gate to the "cat room" (the smallest bedroom in the house where I've set up the cat tree, some cat beds, and all the cat food and dishes) so that the cats have somewhere dog proof to go, and we're going to give "sleep in the same bed as Mama" another try tonight. If she decides to try to eat a cat at 1am again I have put the new crate together, so she can go in there if push comes to shove.
What can I say? Never a dull moment.
