Friday, August 29. 2008
Wasted Time
A couple weeks ago I was required to attend a two hour training at a resource center for child care professionals. This "mandatory meeting" was announced in an email that indicated the training was being held once on Friday evening and again on Saturday morning - our choice which to attend.
Since I didn't fancy a late Friday meeting I opted to attend bright and early on Saturday.
And so did ten other ladies. I arrived to find a line formed outside the center's locked door...
When it became evident that the administration wasn't just running late, some of the women began making calls and checking emails on their laptops in an effort to find out why we were standing on the sidewalk on a Saturday morning instead of being enlightened at our "mandatory meeting."
It turns out there was a little snafu... While last night's meeting was held here, the Saturday meeting was being held at their satellite office, inconveniently located miles away.
Insert here a "Par for the course, *Sigh*..."
At least it wasn't just me who came to the wrong location.Finally one of the woman got the Executive Director on the line and another woman pulled up the email we all agreed was the exact one we received, with absolutely no mention of different locations AT ALL!
The woman with her laptop borrowed the other woman's cell phone and read the email we received to him. She put the phone on speaker so we could all hear him dispute the content of the email which she was reading to him verbatim!
After pointless minutes of her, "This is the only email on the subject any of us received and it says nothing whatsoever about one of the meetings being held at the other location." And his retort of, "A hundred people attended last night's meeting." (Duh, that one was held in this location!) He kept insisting there was another email that explained that the meetings were in two different locations. But we all agreed that NONE of us had received any notification on the subject other than the very one that laptop lady had read to him!
It was like talking to a box of socks.
Finally, finally, finally... after wasting half an hour trying to convince him that "No, we are not idiots who cannot comprehend the content of email we are sent," (if indeed it is actually sent to us in the first place!) And, "This is on you...not us," he finally conceded that we had a reason to feel - at the very least - put out. He summed up the situation perfectly as he admitted he was, and I quote,
"Sorry for the misconvenience."
Ahh, incompetence, thy name is Anthony.
I guess that's why he gets the big bucks.
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Sounds like a drag. I like the photo though, and the idea of everyone whipping out their technology to get to the bottom of things. What kind of "big bucks" do you think Anthony makes, anyway?
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2008-09-02 00:44
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