Oh, the timing. My manager must've had a psychic in this job before me, because when he doesn't understand any work given to HIM by the director, he just says, "Nicole will work on that" and then not explain what the h*ll I'm meant to do. So I ask questions and he deflects them and wanders off, comes back the next day asking what I've done on the mystery project. So I write pages and pages and make lots of nice diagrams to cover my butt and it isn't even read anyway because "Oh we want some of the words used by these other people in it". Um, OK, there are about 300,000 words in the English language, I'm sure I can pop in a few that they use. My probation interview is next week so I'm trying hard to bite my tongue.
At least the gym membership is free and it's still a 100 times better than the place I last worked.