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I told off my coworker Diane today. Diane is a pain in my ass. She doesn't know her job; she doesn't do her job...and she has the nerve to harass me more about stupid stuff than anyone else in the unit. I asked Johnny's permission to tell her off. Johnny said, "Go ahead!" and came over to lean on my partition to listen.
It's so stupid why I had to tell her off. She has always called me a lot to have me fax warrants around the State to various folks. I grit my teeth and do it, but it's annoying: I'm not her secretary or her slave, for one, and none of the other officers have a problem doing this sort of thing for themselves. (Obviously, when they're out on the road, that is a legitimate exception.) To add the proverbial icing to the cake, Diane will call me from home where she has a fax machine to ask me to fax something for her. WTF??
So it's always annoyed me, but like I said, I grit my teeth and do it. But lately, she calls me every five minutes with a new number, and most of them are parole agents. There is no reason why a parole agent needs a copy of the warrant. A parole agent does not have arrest powers, and if the subject comes in to visit his agent...well, all of the warrants are put into MILES/NCIC* for a reason.
*MILES/NCIC is the system into which all wanted persons are entered. An officer anywhere in the country can run a name and date of birth and find out if the subject is wanted anywhere in the US. An officer can also arrest based on a MILES/NCIC entry. For example, if an officer makes a traffic stop and finds out that the person is wanted for a parole violation, then the officer arrests him. Not rocket science.
And I had a foot-high pile of work today. I actually did work, yes. So it is annoying to set aside what I am doing to root through old files to send a fax because her dumb ass is too lazy or too incompetent to master to usage of technology that was prevalent back in the '80s.
So I asked her (with Johnny's permission), "Why are you faxing warrants to agents?" No one else in the unit faxes warrants to agents, and I have a strong feeling that she created that monster with her agents, spoiling them by letting them march around and feel important with copies of warrants in their hands. She gave me some line about how the Salisbury locals won't arrest without a hard copy of a warrant, to which I could only reply, "Bullshit." So a guy turns himself in to the Salisbury PD...and they send him home because he doesn't have a hard copy of his warrant? Regardless, if there is some sort of problem in Salisbury, then there are better ways to handle things. Like telling me, "Look, the locals in Salisbury are being a little weird lately, so until we get that settled, do you mind sending copies to the Salisbury office when you get them?" Or maybe *gasp* sending all of her Salisbury warrants when she deigns to grace us with her presence at the office a whopping one time each week. Calling me every five minutes while she's sitting next to a fax machine and asking me to fax single warrants is not the way to keep your Research Analyst happy.
Johnny was thoroughly amused by my tirade, and he told me that he has my back. He knows how ridiculously incompetent and flat-out rude she can be, and he does not expect that I should be okay with being constantly interrupted in my work to indulge someone else's laziness. As he said, one or two arrests a month (which is what she manages) does not justify the amount of grief she gives me. Have I mentioned that Johnny the Boss is flippin' awesome?
Of course, Diane couldn't handle my challenge on her own, so she passed the phone to her partner Vernon. I adore Vernon; he's one of my favorites among the warrant officers. I explained to him what was going on; an hour later, he called back cracking up while she was in the Salisbury PD office, calling me on the sly. "She must really have pissed you off!" he said. I said that it wouldn't be a big deal if everything wasn't an ordeal with her and if she showed the least little bit of effort on her own behalf. Turning in a note sheet with "called agent" in barely legible scrawl doesn't count as work.
I apologized to Vernon too, because he bore the brunt of some of my annoyance the first time.
Diane will be in first thing tomorrow morning to pick up her new warrants. (OMG, she'll come in twice in one week! *shockawehorror*) I'll be interested to see if she sneaks in before I arrive at eight. I'll be interested to know what she says to Johnny, if she does. He'll tell me; one of us finds out something and is first thing running to tell the other. She doesn't know that he was standing right beside me the whole time I was telling her off. Based on Vernon's comments, I suspect that they thought he was out of the office and I was indulging in a little "when the cat's away, the mouse will play." She'll probably think she's getting me in trouble.
Then Bobby called the Dean of Science at the university to complain about how poorly our entrance into the second bachelor's program has been managed. The House of Felagund wouldn't leave anyone alone today!
And the verdict was that the whole thing has been mismanaged. It took a month and a half for Bobby's acceptance letter to get here because they kept sending it to his old address, the one in his alumni file and not the one on his application. He still hasn't gotten his immunization forms where I got mine a month ago. Again, they are probably moldering at his old address. No one bothered to tell us that we could register for classes; we were never sent logons or passwords, and when Bobby inquired, he received a snippy reply. By now, the classes are all filled up.
So we're fucked.
He called the Dean of Science today, and the guy was really nice, very helpful. Finally. But we're still fucked. We can't--and nice of the second-bachelor's director to share this with us!--take classes at another institution, now that we are students at TU. So taking chem and calculus at Howard is right out. The Dean suggested showing up next week to a couple of classes to see if there might be room for us, so that's what we'll do. If there's no room for us, then there's nothing else that we can do until the summer session starts.
One good thing is that the Dean waived the re-enrollment fee that we would have had to pay for missing this semester. Bobby forwarded him what emails and information we have received, which hasn't been a whole lot. We don't ask for much, but being told what we need to do to sign up for our classes might be nice. Being ignored and blown off and snipped at because we want what we paid for is not part of the bargain.
It's so stupid why I had to tell her off. She has always called me a lot to have me fax warrants around the State to various folks. I grit my teeth and do it, but it's annoying: I'm not her secretary or her slave, for one, and none of the other officers have a problem doing this sort of thing for themselves. (Obviously, when they're out on the road, that is a legitimate exception.) To add the proverbial icing to the cake, Diane will call me from home where she has a fax machine to ask me to fax something for her. WTF??
So it's always annoyed me, but like I said, I grit my teeth and do it. But lately, she calls me every five minutes with a new number, and most of them are parole agents. There is no reason why a parole agent needs a copy of the warrant. A parole agent does not have arrest powers, and if the subject comes in to visit his agent...well, all of the warrants are put into MILES/NCIC* for a reason.
*MILES/NCIC is the system into which all wanted persons are entered. An officer anywhere in the country can run a name and date of birth and find out if the subject is wanted anywhere in the US. An officer can also arrest based on a MILES/NCIC entry. For example, if an officer makes a traffic stop and finds out that the person is wanted for a parole violation, then the officer arrests him. Not rocket science.
And I had a foot-high pile of work today. I actually did work, yes. So it is annoying to set aside what I am doing to root through old files to send a fax because her dumb ass is too lazy or too incompetent to master to usage of technology that was prevalent back in the '80s.
So I asked her (with Johnny's permission), "Why are you faxing warrants to agents?" No one else in the unit faxes warrants to agents, and I have a strong feeling that she created that monster with her agents, spoiling them by letting them march around and feel important with copies of warrants in their hands. She gave me some line about how the Salisbury locals won't arrest without a hard copy of a warrant, to which I could only reply, "Bullshit." So a guy turns himself in to the Salisbury PD...and they send him home because he doesn't have a hard copy of his warrant? Regardless, if there is some sort of problem in Salisbury, then there are better ways to handle things. Like telling me, "Look, the locals in Salisbury are being a little weird lately, so until we get that settled, do you mind sending copies to the Salisbury office when you get them?" Or maybe *gasp* sending all of her Salisbury warrants when she deigns to grace us with her presence at the office a whopping one time each week. Calling me every five minutes while she's sitting next to a fax machine and asking me to fax single warrants is not the way to keep your Research Analyst happy.
Johnny was thoroughly amused by my tirade, and he told me that he has my back. He knows how ridiculously incompetent and flat-out rude she can be, and he does not expect that I should be okay with being constantly interrupted in my work to indulge someone else's laziness. As he said, one or two arrests a month (which is what she manages) does not justify the amount of grief she gives me. Have I mentioned that Johnny the Boss is flippin' awesome?
Of course, Diane couldn't handle my challenge on her own, so she passed the phone to her partner Vernon. I adore Vernon; he's one of my favorites among the warrant officers. I explained to him what was going on; an hour later, he called back cracking up while she was in the Salisbury PD office, calling me on the sly. "She must really have pissed you off!" he said. I said that it wouldn't be a big deal if everything wasn't an ordeal with her and if she showed the least little bit of effort on her own behalf. Turning in a note sheet with "called agent" in barely legible scrawl doesn't count as work.
I apologized to Vernon too, because he bore the brunt of some of my annoyance the first time.
Diane will be in first thing tomorrow morning to pick up her new warrants. (OMG, she'll come in twice in one week! *shockawehorror*) I'll be interested to see if she sneaks in before I arrive at eight. I'll be interested to know what she says to Johnny, if she does. He'll tell me; one of us finds out something and is first thing running to tell the other. She doesn't know that he was standing right beside me the whole time I was telling her off. Based on Vernon's comments, I suspect that they thought he was out of the office and I was indulging in a little "when the cat's away, the mouse will play." She'll probably think she's getting me in trouble.
Then Bobby called the Dean of Science at the university to complain about how poorly our entrance into the second bachelor's program has been managed. The House of Felagund wouldn't leave anyone alone today!
And the verdict was that the whole thing has been mismanaged. It took a month and a half for Bobby's acceptance letter to get here because they kept sending it to his old address, the one in his alumni file and not the one on his application. He still hasn't gotten his immunization forms where I got mine a month ago. Again, they are probably moldering at his old address. No one bothered to tell us that we could register for classes; we were never sent logons or passwords, and when Bobby inquired, he received a snippy reply. By now, the classes are all filled up.
So we're fucked.
He called the Dean of Science today, and the guy was really nice, very helpful. Finally. But we're still fucked. We can't--and nice of the second-bachelor's director to share this with us!--take classes at another institution, now that we are students at TU. So taking chem and calculus at Howard is right out. The Dean suggested showing up next week to a couple of classes to see if there might be room for us, so that's what we'll do. If there's no room for us, then there's nothing else that we can do until the summer session starts.
One good thing is that the Dean waived the re-enrollment fee that we would have had to pay for missing this semester. Bobby forwarded him what emails and information we have received, which hasn't been a whole lot. We don't ask for much, but being told what we need to do to sign up for our classes might be nice. Being ignored and blown off and snipped at because we want what we paid for is not part of the bargain.
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