Today was certainly...interesting. Yesterday was, too.

Let's start there.

Hmm. This is going to be hard to explain.

OK. Because my company is smallish, the big boss - my boss - also has a building he is responsible for. The main work computer that I use, the one with direct network access, is in the engineer's office for that building. Hence, I have to sit next to my boss in order to do my paperwork. This makes me uncomfortable.

So there I was yesterday, uncomfortably doing paperwork when my Boss came in and told me that he was just fixing something at my other building and that he thought I fixed the thing last week. I told him that that was the first I'd heard of the problem. He told me that the tenant said they left me a voice mail about it last week. I told him nooooooo.

I go to my other building and find that one of the restaurants spilled cooking oil in the alley (which is also the access to a parking garage where people from a Hoity Toity restaurant, as well as the offices in my building, park). The Day Porter chick has gotten absorbent on it and she told me that their pressure washing crew was due in that night (last night) and will clean it up. OK.

I used the non-direct access computer in this building to send Boss an FYI about the oil.

Fast forward to me doing paperwork again in the afternoon when Boss comes into his office. He told me that he saw the oil when he did the repair earlier that morning and while he thought that the pressure washing crew was coming post-haste, that is what I'm to tell Day Porter chick to make happen the next time oil is spilled.

Then he told me that he'd rather that the sprinkler checks I'm filling out be done by hand on a printed version of the Excel form I'm using because, "They're too easy to fake on a computer."

So. He never told me about the repair I never heard about until he had made it. He never told me about the oil spill at my building and he thinks I might lie about the readings from the sprinkler systems in my buildings. Fucking wunnerful.

Today I get an email from Boss to paint over two spots of graffiti on the other building. At the other building I find that the pressure washing crew hadn't shown up last night to get rid of the oil. I finally locate Day Porter chick and when I do, the pressure washer radios her that he's coming in.

I call Boss and tell him that I had a hard time finding Day Porter chick (who was out with her sister getting coffee) but that the pressure washer is on his way. Boss tells me he knows because he called the Company to report the lack of pressure washing.

Then I can't find the god damned paint because nothing is labeled as being the color used at either spot the graffiti is. I email Boss who replies that the painters usually write on the cans what the color is for and, barring that actually being the case, that I should find a color that's close and take it out to the spots to compare.

I get the wrong color for one spot and wind up using graffiti remover on the other. I call Boss and tell him so and he instructs me to call the painter and ask him where the right paint is. Of course, when I do I find that the right paint isn't with all the rest of the paint and I have to repaint the one spot and get the painter to bring some of the other color at his leisure.

So. I was pretty fucking out of sorts today. If I'm going to be kept in the dark about the properties I'm supposed to be "managing" and if every repair or bit of work is going to entail calling "Joe Bob" and asking him where the tools are to do it, I'm not going to be a very happy boy for very damn long.

I'm not much for complete inefficiency and total lack of information sharing and the idea that SOP is to call a vendor for the solution to every repair problem (it's like that for lighting, plumbing and everything else as well - "Call Ted and ask him what sort of thing it is that goes in there to make that thing work.")

Fucking wunnerfulness.