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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Just how many times do people need telling?!?

I'm in a bate. Yet again we've got a new member of staff (another Library Assistant) and yet again nobody lets me know their details so that I can get them set up on the corporate PC network or on any of our library systems or on email or access to the Internet.

The way it usually goes (and has done three times since Xmas) next thing will be a panicky 'phone call from somebody saying: "x is at library y and can't get onto the PC, can you sort it out urgently?" The answer should be "no," but x is invariably the unwitting victim of some fuck-witted personnel management on the part of somebody in the Library Service.

This time, Hetty introduced me to the new girl last week when we passed in the lift lobby.
"You will be giving me Alice's details so that I can get her set up on the networks, won't you?"

"Oh yes."

Nil since. I've taken steps to get the necessary details directly so that I can get things sorted.

Meanwhile I'm fairly sure that two Library Assistants have left the service some time over the past three months but I don't know which two and nobody's telling. I am very far from being happy about the situation.
"Think of it from their perspective," says Milton, "what difference does it make to them?"

"Compliance with data protection legislation; data security regulations; catastrophic risk to essential systems; unacceptable risk to the corporate network; disruption to services caused by lack of access to essential systems; and unacceptable exposure to the risk of identity theft of customers' details. Aside from that, nothing at all."


The Topiary Cow said...

It seems universal that personnel wants to keep all comings and goings secret.

Probably until a discharged employee has hacked the system nothing will be done. Then, they'll probably blame you for not knowing the person was fired.

Not to be pessimistic or anything.


Anonymous said...

Just how many times to people need telling!?

The answer is in the cry of the wind that blows like the frigid and uninvited fingers of a groper around the concrete towers of Helminthdale.

All t' bloody time, lad.

La lutte elle-même vers les sommets suffit à remplir un cœur d'homme. Il faut imaginer Sisyphe heureux

Kevin Musgrove said...

Nous faut cultiver notres jardins.