Why I love my job - A rant

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Long story...And reasons to drive you to drink.

I'm working on construction drawings for a Police Station renovation in Boston, Mass. I became involved in this project through our Mechanical Consultant. They are an HVAC, plumbing, electrical, and fire protection firm out of New Bedford Massachusetts (60 miles from Boston). Our Consultant beat out 6 other architects for the renovation job. All 6 are located in Boston and have a history of working with the City. Consulant history = 0. :odd:

So they win the project, and talk with us to do the architectural portion. Easy enough, we mark up their drawings and add to small portions to it (i.e.. fix hole in wall here, patch roof there, yada, yada, yada.)

Riiiiight (in Bill Cosby drawl)

It all slowly falls apart. Incorrect and vague estimates, no project management, inaccurate drawings, lack of communication, nobody figured out the scope of the project, the City doesn't even know the scope. Nobody knows the timeline either. Little by little it corrodes.

Now we find out that the building has severe structural cracks, and the Structural engineer didn't know it. Who, coincidentally, is the brother of a partner at our consultants office. We pointed out the cracks in the floor slabs and asked him what we need to do. He responded with "I didn't know there were cracks." Yes, he was on the site visit.

Add in the security ceilings in the holding cells that hide the HVAC system we're redoing, to the renovations, which we pointed out were considerably more than just fixing a wall here and patching a roof there, and the price tag has gone from $500,000 to nearly $1.9 million. But then again, nobody knows the scope, so we're not sure what the city really wants to fix.

So...current plan is we've got the street in front of the building blocked off with temporary trailers for the police officers and doing the construction in one fell swoop. Timeline = during the Democratic convention in 2004. City officials state "we posted a revised timeline that has this finished before the convention instead of summer 2005". We look at the Consultant with raised eyebrow and a quizzical look "We've not seen this and it's not in the contract, do you have it?" Response = "Umm, no, we can't find our records on this project." Included in their lost records is the first submittal to the city with estimates, drawings and specifications. All gone, no records, not even a transmittal. Digital or hard copy.

Funny follow up, we now have in our possession edits to the specs and drawings (from the city) referring to the specs and drawings that noone has. The mustard on that hotdog, is the edits have one note relating to a date. At the top, in hand scribble is written "May 2003" Approixmately when the Consultant said they submitted it (they can't really remember).

I've called the consultants office many time to talk to the drafters, and they're telling me "We were told not to do any work on this." We've been asking for updates, and new drawings, as well as updated spec's, and beating up the drafters to get it. Now we know why. We've been beating the structural guy up for his new drawings. A week after he tells us he e-mailed them we finally receive them. Interesting story is that he says he's been trying for a week to e-mail them but it keeps bouncing back. Unfortunately, I checked the "catch-all" address we have on our e-mail that logs "who, what, when and where" about incoming traffic and his never shows up. So...I open the drawings up and voila! They've got the previous days date on them as "last edited" Where's my Pepto and Whiskey shooter?

So...let's recap. We're working for a consultant that's not paying us and taking credit for our work. We're on a schedule that noone knows what the dates are. We've got a vague contract sporting a vague description of the project. We've got less than knowledgable consultants attempting to run a job that they've no experience doing and they're not even producing work. The topper is that nobody (not even the client) has a record of what's been given to anybody.

So to sum it up, the only concrete this is "There are renovations being planned for the Boston Police station on New Sudbury Street"

I think Mother Teresa said it right with :

We, the unwilling, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, for so long, with so little, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing.

I love my job.

AO
 
Welcome to your childhood dream of growing up and taking care of yourself, huh? I know I couldn't wait. I laughed at people who'd tell me that the best years of my life were school years, which I hated. I couldn't wait to be doing my own thing.

I don't think I've ever managed to do my own thing, so far...

Though it's a different field altogether, you basically just described the average project where I work. Creativity by committee is always a recipe for disaster, particularly when most of the buttinskis involved don't even know what "creativity" means and are only looking out for their bottom line versus what their focus groups tell them, and then the twelve very different departments in the chain have no idea what the other departments need, nor, more importantly, how the other departments function and why.

Add to that the fact that my department is at the very end of the process, so not only do we have to make up for all the other departments' innumerable blunders, but we also always end up being the ones squeezed for time and budget. Plus, we're the "freelancers" in this field, so we have no job or income security.

The project we're on right now is one hell of an example. The best one yet. I wouldn't even know where to begin telling you about it. Everyone on the project has developed either a new type of back pain, or has gained an inch around their waist, you name it... All in the last two weeks! And all depending on how the individual's physiotype manifests stress reactions. Mine? Skin blemishes. I look freakin' gorgeous right now, let me tell you. Mel Gibson? A cupcake compared to me these days!

So yeah, I fully sympathize with you. I think it's all just a by-product of working in a complex world whose fabric is starting to shred. Well, that and the other by-product known as confusion and lack of faith, I suppose.


Mind that first step.
 
Gil: It's still out there somewhere...

And just so you guys don't think the Police station is my only source of stress, here's what Gil is refering to.

I work for an Architectural firm and at one project we're working on, we found an endangered Salamander. It's habitat is right where we we were putting the New soccer fields for the School. The EPA says "you have to relocate them to a new habitat" (35 miles away). Well, in the process of counting the salamanders and preparing them to move, another even rarer salamander was discovered.

So whilst all this hubub was going on, an old retired science teachers walks on site, into the the Supervisors office and says " about 30 years ago, I buried two gallon bottles of Picric Acid out there where you're building that road." Picric Acid is Nitroglycerin's big brother. More Unstable, More explosive, and easier to set off. On yeah, and reactive to metal. "So...Where exactly did you bury?" "Ummm, I'm not sure it was 30 years ago, and it's out there somewhere. I've no idea how deep or what condition it's in."

So we now have a landmine somewhere on the site that's heat, flame, shock, and friction, as well as metal reactive. Shock rules out Heavy equipment, Metal rules out shovels, and we've no idea where it is. Apparently the School was shipped this in a mislabelled box. Now that it was known they couldn't ship it back. Even at that time, they couldn't dump it down the drain, so the Principal told the Science teacher "Get rid of it any way you can." So he buired it in the woods. Result...New soccer field is now on the other side of the road.

AO
 
Picric Acid is NOT a toy.. I can see whay that would stress out anyone :mad:

Good luck with your digging ! ;)
 
It's hard enough working with sick people, The idea that driving my vehicle onto a work site and having it cause a huge explosion...
I think that you are in need of a vacation. Someplace like the Bahamas. A large glass of something pink with a paper umbrella sticking out of it.

I work with enough idiots that I understand your frustration with the PD fracas.

The medical director of my Rehab unit, (Physical, not drug and ETOH) is a bonafide jackass. I've finally stopped being nice to him. In fact I've had to go into "thug mode" just to keep him from driving my staff crazy.

I work from 0700-1900 on the days I work. The average admission to our unit takes approx. 1-2 hours, with getting the record copied by medical records, transferring the patient from another floor, interviewing the patient (or competent family member), assessing the patient (breathing, intact skin, strength, etc), and completing the paperwork.
This doctor comes on my floor at 5:15pm and tells me that he wants to admit a patient. (And this isn't the first time his agenda has over-ridden calm and efficiency. Just one of many).

So at dinner time, after the doctors offices are closed, medical records has stopped copying charts for the day, and I'm in the middle of the evening medicine pass. He wants to foist off 2 hours of work on me, and I have just over an hour and a half left in my shift.:irked: I also have 4 or 5 other patients with needs.
His response is: I told the third floor to call her Internal med doc at 9AM (BTW, the third floor has called the other doc three times, with no response), to okay the transfer. It's not my fault that they haven't made any forward progress on this. I've been yelling at them all day"

My response: So, you're mad at them, but you're making extra work for me? Why am I the one that gets punished? You need to speak with Dr. so and so, and rant at him for not answering them. Every time you do this, I end up staying till way past the time my shift is over. My son is playing in a football game tonite Dr. If I miss one minute more of that game than is absolutely necessary you can consider yourself right at the top of my personal "defication roster".

Needless to say, I missed the ENTIRE game. To make matters worse, and me madder, my son started for the first time, and played most of the first half. And I missed it!:mad:

My next rant at him will be that if he is considerate and communicative with us, and bothers to adhere to the "7P's", He will find his life to be a great deal more pleasant, while he's on the unit. But I've finally reached the point where this idiot gets cut no more slack....EVER!

At the moment, that particular doctor is "walking on eggshells" around me. I've "blessed him out" daily for the last several days. Since I'm the "nice guy" on the floor, He's kind of at a loss due to my increased surliness. I hate being surly. But it seems to be my best survival tool of the moment.
Hope I don't have to resort to physical violence....(I'm quite good at it, but I just hate to do it.)
 
On my current PFH (Project From Hell), the previous project manager negotiated a fee that was about half of what it should have been. He spent 85% of the fee designing 15% of the building, then he let it languish for 2 months before he quit and went to a different company.
 
Wow, Now I know what I have to look forward to :rolleyes:. Seriousl though, that must really suck. I'm sorry for you and your workers, and hope that something...good comes out of this (e.g. you make a ton of money, crime rates in Boston go down, etc.)
 
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