The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
Work definitely has its ups and downs. I'm frustrated at the moment because, well... ok, prepare for geek speak.
The office manager wants me to prepare these reports, and I need to pull data to do them. Well, our software's reporting functions blow bigtime, so I talked to our operations supervisor about pulling the data straight off the back end of the database.
You would have thought I asked her to explain particle physics. She had no idea what I was talking about. I would try to explain getting the info from the database, and she would start talking about the various reports and search functions our software has. I asked her what platform our database is on, and she blinked.
Ok, that's not so terrible. I mean, hell, I don't know all that much about databases, and I really wouldn't know anything if I hadn't been pushed to learn. It's slightly worse that no one in the office knows anything about the database that contains ALL of the information that our business runs on. But hey.
No, what's pissing me off is that I asked her on Thursday to talk to our tech support to find out at least what platform the database is running on, and she still hasn't done it. I sent her an email on friday, with a link to a little "databases for dummies" article (ok, it was database basics, but whatever), and she sent back an email confirming she thought she knew what I wanted to do, and would talk to tech support about it...sooooooo....hello? Any day now. Tic, toc!
And to make things worse, I've been getting this really weird vibe from her, like she's annoyed and I overstepped my place or something. Look, whatever. I just want to stop having to pull data the slow, ass-backwards way, ok? Arg!
On the up side, one of the AE's decided to befriend me during lunch today. Paul is definately south of 60, and looks a lot like Santa. He's a really nice guy, and spent 20 minutes talking to me about where I was from, what I wanted to do, generally giving me advice about various aspects of my life and career. It was very, very cool. I like Paul, even if I do have a slightly inappropriate urge to sit on his lap, tug his beard, and ask him for a pony for Christmas...I've been reeeeaally good....!
After 22 posted at 5:25 PM
