Let me be as vague as possible.

Tomorrow I have my 6-month review.

I haven't actually been in my job for six months.  And my 3-month review was about a month ago.

Anyway, I was really worried about my review because something happened on Monday that made me fear for my job.  No, I don't think I would necessarily get fired (as a newbie) for what happened, but it still made me afraid that it would be this black mark on my record that might affect my future.  (Not that I'm terribly keen on having much of a future in this job.  But I'm also not keen on being canned.)



See, there's this person we work with--she's a client--who is sort of notorious for getting people fired.  Sometimes this means kicked off of her account, but sometimes it means fired from the company as a whole.  On Monday she kicked up some dust about a bill we sent her, because our number didn't match her number.  And my boss wanted to know where and how we got our number.

*raises hand*

Yeah, that was me.  I took all the blame because I was the one who requested it be changed, but that was a month ago and I couldn't recall where the number came from.  Our reports weren't working so I couldn't check those, and I couldn't find this mysterious number anywhere.  So I fell on the sword--even though someone else was supposed to double-check this number before it got sent out--I took all the blame.  It's probably easier to blame the newbie anyway.

So the "someone else" who was supposed to be checking the numbers after me happily told everyone (in an email) that it was my fault.  "Yep, she wasn't doing her job.  Wrong-wrong-wrong.  Lookit how wrong she was!  And she pissed this lady off.  This lady who is always causing us grief." ... he seemed to say in his email.   

Tuesday I got a call reminding me of a magic folder.  See, this was the first time I'd done the task that resulted in this supposedly bad number, and it's a task that's not done very often.  So I was told about this folder while I was doing that task, and then forgot about it, since it wasn't relevant to anything I've been doing since.  When I got the call I remembered referring to those documents, but then couldn't even remember where they were located.  Because I'd only been to that folder once. 

But oh, how glad I was to be reminded.  Because there was my number.  I'd gotten it from one of the documents here.  And I was vindicated!  This was actually the correct number.

I mean, sort of.  We won't get too far into details, but let's just say that the person responsible for this number being off was also one of those people who got fired.  I was right to identify this as the correct number regardless. 

So not only did I get to be annoyed by that other person publicly shaming me, but I got to be annoyed that he, with all his experience, didn't think to look in that folder when my boss asked where the number came from.  Did he look there to verify my corrected total?  God only knows.  Does he ever look there?  (Talking about this particular guy would require it's own post.)  Maybe he just goes, "Whatever," and signs off on stuff.

Fortunately it occurred to my boss to look there.  Hallelujah.

So ... it's only Tuesday and I feel like the week is over and I need a massive drink.  And I don't even drink.  I may just want to dunk my head in it.