On Tuesday one of my team let me know that his car was in the garage having failed it's MOT (UK's road vehicle test). I accepted it and let him continue to work from home. Wednesday came and went without event.
Thursday however, ome of the PMs (Project Manglers) came to to talk to his chum. LLiam started murmuring to Midge in hushed tones . They continue for several minutes, bitching to each other.
Then Midge looks up at me and asks "Have you spoken to Paul recently?"
me: Yes, I spoke today thanks
Midge: Any news?
me: He has car problems
LLiam: T has been tried to contact him all day Tuesday and failed so I ended up having a conference call with him and he said he might grace us with his presence on Friday and T is there doing nothing because he is waiting for Paul for some work. Anyway it has been escalated to his manager and they will deal with things from there.
There was nothing I could say to that as I was completely in the dark as to what on earth he was talking about and never pass comment without knowing facts first. (I'm odd like that - I prefer to know what I am talking about before I mouth off).
I contact Paul immediately to get his side of the story. I know he is effectively stranded thanks to his car, but the rest is unclear. He tells me he has done any work he needed to do and emailed it to T and he told Lliam so on Wed night at 9pm.
(I hope you are following still - it's going to get messy very soon!)
Paul then sends me the discourse between T and him. It went something like this.
10:00am Hello. Where are you?
11:30am What?
2:30pm Where are you? What are we doing? lol
4:30pm Ring me, you cock [ed - meant with endearment]
4:40pm I did and got voicemail
5:00pm So you you rang my phone which is on and didn't ring and you did not leave a message???
After that I gather Lliam, T and Paul had a teleconference.
So, as you can see, someone was not trying very hard at all to contact Paul, yet somehow the situation has become "oooh let's all stand and point our finger's at Paul and say "he's crap and he knows he is!!"
After I told Paul what was being said, effectively behind his back he rang Lliam immediately. Then Mungo appears, as if by magic, clearly gloating wanting to know the latest gossip. More whispering ensues but my radar-ears clearly pickup the words "Paul..." so I know exactly what is being said.
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to the Great Toxic Children's Circus
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ADVERT
Please now go and have a nice cup of tea and a rich tea biscuit or some other refreshment. This anecdote is only halfway through.
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Refreshed? Ok, good. Let's continue.
The story so far...man stranded at home get's blame for "holding things up because he is not sat at his desk".
Paul then rings our collective boss Flakey. Flakey has been told the same lies that I had been and so he is adamant that Paul comes in to the office despite Paul telling him that he has done the work and is unable to travel anywhere at all thanks to his car being at the garage. Apparently a lack of personal transport is "minor" as is Paul being able to complete the work at home. Paul has to get into the office or else!
Meanwhile back at the "Big Top" tent that they call the office I investigate further. I soon discovered that "T" was not in the office on Wednesday as he was somewhere in London collecting his new car - a monstrous BMW X5. I know that as Mungo came to talk to Midge (who sits 3 foot away from me, and told him "I told T he can 'work from home' as it will take him an hour to get back and it's 2pm now, so it's not worth it. He said he can work on documentation"
Yes, that old chestnut..."doing some documentation". Or as some rather more blunt people might say, doing the lottery/Sun crossword/fantasy football. Not that I am suggesting the mysterious "T" would be doing that. I imagine he would be sat dribbling over the Dakota leather upholstery of his new car. Allegedly.
I digress. T was friends with Mungo, so he was allowed not to be sat at his desk. Paul however, who was working (and available) and without any vehicle at all, was being reported to teacher for being AWOL.
My Final Straw
The final straw for me comes by way of "The Schedule." Now this might get long-winded so make sure you are sitting comfortably before you begin. Many moons ago, when my team and I were blissfully working alone and un-project managed and producing work regularly as clockwork, but then one dark and stormy night the Grand Wizards in the Great Tower passed wind, shortly before passing a decision. Toxania is to have some Project Managers and lo' they shall go to where the minions are and oversee the work and make things more efficient. For this you will use a Magic Book of work to do thy work. Excel shall be its name!!!
So, it came to pass that 3 experts came to the office and they went off into a meeting room for many months and began strange incantations and murmurings. Then, one of them came out of the room and sent an email. From now on engineers will use "extracts" from the Great Microsoft Project Plan, for you to read in the Magic book of sheets, Excel.
Here is last week's plan:
What Priority Team Member Magic code Start Date Finish Date
900 Toads 2.0 Paul[75%], T[75%] 534563 12/12/2006 22/12/2006
800 Frogs 1.5 Paul[75%] 343242 15/12/2006 21/12/2006
700 Lizards 1.5 Dave[75%] 525222 11/12/2006 20/12/2006
Now, for prudence I have replaced some specific things but kept the main bits I have issue with. Can you see the delibarate flaw in their plan???
Yes, folks, the bit of work that Paul was castigated for was not meant to start for a week on Tuesday. The more observant amongst you will also wonder how can anyone have a decimal priority or have 2 people working on 1 thing 75% and thus contribute 150% effort when, per centages are part of 100.
Meeting
I later confronted Lliam with the points that he had gone over my head and escalated to the boss when it would have been correct to come to me first and the work "extract" was wrong.
After I asked him the fourth time, I got through his verbal barrage of wittering. He paused. It was a long pregnant pause that he could have had triplets in...and he said sorry. But then recovered and insisted it did not matter. The work had been started early so there.
We parted on the agreement that he would never "go over my head" as long as I reminded my teams (yes plural - I seem to have gained more than one now) that they must ask permission in future to "work from home", escpecially if your car has broken.