My previous place of work was a £4 billion public sector organisation with staff on hand to clean telephones, so when I say that my current place of work has bureaucracy up the wazoo, it’s not an observation I make lightly.
The current office obsession is about moving desks and rearranging offices – more on that story tomorrow. But as part of that, I had to fill in a purchase order form for a new desk, and get that signed by the manager. Or so I thought.
Nope, it turns out that the form I filled in was not for a purchase order, but a request for a purchase order. Which still needed to be signed by the manager. And now there’s a purchase order form, but that also needs to be signed by the manager.
So in upshot, I’ve had to fill in a form and get it signed by my manager, so that I can get another form to get that signed by my manager.
And thus, I break my self-imposed rules about not blogging about work.