Or just listen to me vent, that’ll do just fine This whole week has just been one stupid petty annoyance after another, as follows:
Tuesday I get back to work after the holiday. Someone decides to expand a section of the newspaper I work on, and in the course of this they stick me with an unwanted co-author on my only bylined piece in the paper. And I will be listed after him, since we go strictly alphabetically. He’s worked for the paper for three weeks.
Wednesday morning at 8am I have two root canals on my front teeth. I get to go back to work with my upper lip all swollen because the dentist forgot that rubber gloves make my lips swell up, so I look and feel like I’ve been punched in the mouth. But I am looking forward to heading home, because my DSL is supposed to be hooked up today. I get home, duly install an Ethernet card and hook up the modem, and I can’t log on. Ages of hold time and a battle with Earthlink “tech support” later, we discover that my idiot local phone company hasn’t turned on the DSL.
On Thursday (with my left hand on ice because a bus driver closed the door on my hand on the way to work), I’m supposed to start receiving work from a new writer for a new section of the paper. He, working from out of state, turns in stuff he wrote for his website. In Dreamweaver format, because that’s where he does all his word processing. So I have the choice of retyping the whole thing or spending half an hour taking out all the damn codes and pictures. He also turns in only 1,200 words for two pages,and I need at least 2,000. Repeated calls to recalcitrant author, who repeatedly promises to call me back and doesn’t.
Friday I get to work and find my computer is missing while they install more software, which was supposed to have been done Thursday night. So I spend the first half of the day working on a computer in another department and calling recalcitrant author from there. I get back to my own desk at last, and r.a. asks me to fax over what they’ve laid out so far. I do, and he doesn’t like the design, saying it’s supposed to look more like his website. “That’s not my department,” I tell him, and also tell him we must have more content. He says, “Well, I have another column all ready to go. Just take it off my site.” I gently explain to him that we are not going to start going backwards, and that he has to turn in things that are related to what we already have. He sulkily agrees – and I’ll have at least four pieces of his to edit on Monday, when I’m already swamped with deadline-sensitive stuff.
Today nothing much, except my DSL still isn’t hooked up and no one will make any prediction as to when it will be. Also, because my regular mail carrier is on vacation, I got all the wrong mail in my box.
Catrandom, who is now afraid to leave the house.