Absolutely Nothing

Last week, one of my co-workers started having duplicate invoice numbers.  We have one client that gets billed in several different company names.  It's all legal, of course.  It's just an added layer of complexity.  K. told me about the duplications and so I decided to add an "07" to the front of every invoice number.  It made sense to me and seemed to correct the problem.

Yesterday, I got an email from the controller telling me that his accounting software won't accept that many numbers.  He says I should ignore K, because she doesn't know what she's doing.  Today, first thing, I went in the files and removed all the "07's."  Controller happy.

Then K. came in and was upset about the change because she said we're still having duplicating invoices.  I opened all of the invoice files--Misc. 2006, Misc. 2007, OtherCompanyName2007--and I can't find any duplications.  I pointed this out to K., who insisted that a change be made.  I told her to go talk to the controller about it.  She wouldn't.  I'm not changing the invoices again.  This is it.  Everyone just has to find a way to make it work because this is getting on my last nerve.

Here's the thing.  I just don't really give a shit.  I enjoy working with databases and I've had a moderately good time creating all of them.  It's the process itself that I enjoy.  Yes, I would like it all to be easy to use and efficient.  Yes, I would like for it to work well for everyone who uses it.  It doesn't keep me up at night worrying about it, though, because ultimately I don't give a shit.

I quit caring what goes on in this company a long time ago.  Want something?  Ask me.  Otherwise I'll just be in my office entertaining myself.  Not only is there no incentive to do a good job, there is, in fact, plenty of rewards for doing a crappy job.  I got it.  I finally figured it out after about 10 years.  I don't care, folks.

When other people get upset about how things don't work here, they never like the response they get from me.  I nod my head, distractedly, and wander off into another office as soon as possible.  I do not empathize.   "Sometimes I frown slightly and comment, "Hmmm."  Sometimes I ask them, "And where do you work?"  That's guaranteed to piss people off.  But you know.  Get with reality, people. 

I've just had one of those moments.  No one wants to talk directly with anyone else to resolve the problem.  Fine.  But I'm cutting myself out of the process.  I will not act as office translator.  Or diplomat.  Or liaison or any other stuck-in-the-middle-with- you jobs.   

This is one of the great things about having breast cancer--clarity.  I'm clear about where the system breaks down and I'm equally clear about what I'm going to do to address it.  Nothing.  Absolutely nothing.