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Dear $BOSS: ...
May. 19th, 2008 04:18 pmSrsly. Bite me in 3-D.
Situation: There is a thrice-yearly meeting, which consists of $OVERBOSS, as CIO, telling a varied audience consisting of interested parties in the administration, the faculty, and a couple of student representatives what we're spending the student technology fee on. This makes sense.
My attendance is, in theory, relevant for two reasons: 1) because the student workers I will be managing are almost entirely paid out of said monies, and 2) because the hat that's glommed onto me for Managing IT Stuff That Relates To Students means that I should be the primary liaison between Us and Them for just about everything related to these funds. However, what I actually got to do there is take minutes; which is particularly redundant, since my officemate Financials Girl also takes minutes, and always has. This was also true for the last one I attended, in November.
(I was not invited to the February iteration. However, $OVERBOSS thought I actually was there, and had taken minutes. I should point out that I wasn't invited to today's, either: on Thursday he asked if I was coming to the meeting, and I said "what meeting?" "Oh, you should definitely come." Well, okay, whatever.)
The meeting began inauspiciously with The Faculty Gadfly--someone who has a certain amount of understanding & study of technology, and is not at all afraid to share it as publicly as possible (faggot hackers: assume Thor)--commenting that the last meeting's minutes can hardly be said to be "minutes" at all, since they did not accurately reflect what was said, and who said it, and what discussion occurred about it. $OVERBOSS responded by burbling on about how "the people taking the minutes can't always keep up" and "don't always know who's saying things". This, when Financials Girl and I are sitting there on either side, laptops open, busily typing away, so it's not as if there's some question of who he could possibly mean by this obfuscation of names. Why, thanks so much for the public show of support! Thanks so much for saying to the Provost, the Registrar, the Head of Student Services, and various faculty that we, who are likely to have to deal with them in sundry other transactions, can't even handle taking notes! (And completely regardless of the fact that, on my part, I wasn't even at the meeting in question; and that he had rewritten the whole thing, so it may not have been her fault either.)
I'm going to take this to $ACTUAL_BOSS in our weekly meeting, and strongly represent my sense of insult. I probably should take it to $OVERBOSS directly, but I rather expect it'd go in one ear & out the other.
Situation: There is a thrice-yearly meeting, which consists of $OVERBOSS, as CIO, telling a varied audience consisting of interested parties in the administration, the faculty, and a couple of student representatives what we're spending the student technology fee on. This makes sense.
My attendance is, in theory, relevant for two reasons: 1) because the student workers I will be managing are almost entirely paid out of said monies, and 2) because the hat that's glommed onto me for Managing IT Stuff That Relates To Students means that I should be the primary liaison between Us and Them for just about everything related to these funds. However, what I actually got to do there is take minutes; which is particularly redundant, since my officemate Financials Girl also takes minutes, and always has. This was also true for the last one I attended, in November.
(I was not invited to the February iteration. However, $OVERBOSS thought I actually was there, and had taken minutes. I should point out that I wasn't invited to today's, either: on Thursday he asked if I was coming to the meeting, and I said "what meeting?" "Oh, you should definitely come." Well, okay, whatever.)
The meeting began inauspiciously with The Faculty Gadfly--someone who has a certain amount of understanding & study of technology, and is not at all afraid to share it as publicly as possible (faggot hackers: assume Thor)--commenting that the last meeting's minutes can hardly be said to be "minutes" at all, since they did not accurately reflect what was said, and who said it, and what discussion occurred about it. $OVERBOSS responded by burbling on about how "the people taking the minutes can't always keep up" and "don't always know who's saying things". This, when Financials Girl and I are sitting there on either side, laptops open, busily typing away, so it's not as if there's some question of who he could possibly mean by this obfuscation of names. Why, thanks so much for the public show of support! Thanks so much for saying to the Provost, the Registrar, the Head of Student Services, and various faculty that we, who are likely to have to deal with them in sundry other transactions, can't even handle taking notes! (And completely regardless of the fact that, on my part, I wasn't even at the meeting in question; and that he had rewritten the whole thing, so it may not have been her fault either.)
I'm going to take this to $ACTUAL_BOSS in our weekly meeting, and strongly represent my sense of insult. I probably should take it to $OVERBOSS directly, but I rather expect it'd go in one ear & out the other.
