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Monday, July 03, 2006

Inhuman Resources

Stoopidy miserable today, apologies to the folk at work. With Sally's news I have the delights of contacting HR. Go in via someone I know which at least gets me past three stupid hurdles, they put me onto the person in recruitment who details the current employment situation. For us to recruit things have to go to an at risk register - fair enough, then if nobody comes forward they go to internal advert, then if nobody comes forward they go onto NHS jobs. Add to that I am informed I need a the vacancy signed off by the Assistant Chief Executive. Now is there a simple pack that involves form etc. that would be helpful that HR dish out? Is there buggery, so then send an email to the Assistant Chief Exec to ask how the hell do I get the vacancy approved and lo a form is sent my way by her PA who at least is on the ball. Ring her, check a few details like, 'What's all this about counter-signatures?' Still that's better than the 'What's with this counter-signature bollocks?' which is the real question. Arrange with Pete the relevant sig, get some top tips from him and support (nice to have) and submit the filled in form. This all takes the best part of the day. Still following the Inhuman Resources timetable I'll be lucky to be in a position to recruit in 6 weeks let alone before I trip to New Zealand. Throw in some scanning from the 100 box experience and me being a grumpy git, the weather being hot, the fact that the air conditioning seems to do very little..... Grump city or what. Actually I will admit to approving of the concept of the vacancy control form but why make it so hard to find (at least put it on the intranet - ooops should that not be make the intranet navigable.....)

Throw in the additional thing I need to sort out, the delightful payroll who are apparently up the wall because they've moved and aren't gonna be near a phone 'til tomorrow.......... Aaaargh!

Home and I fling some charcoal on the barbeque and prepare to cremate some chicken. Meanwhile we live in a no TV zone as we all suffer for the boys lack of application with his homework over the weekend. So, early bed times for him (at which point I can watch the machine that deliveres chewing gum for the eyes) and silence in the house until I sneak upstairs and shove some tunes on.....

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