Oh, if only my manager were in another building… Seriously, when she takes a day off, it’s chaos. No one in my group does anything.
In any case, I did maybe five minutes of work today, preparing two PDFs of chapters I worked on, for approval. I couldn’t stand being at work, given I was so tired, so I took off around 4. This means I’ll have to stay until 6:30 for the next two days. Whatever.
At least I have some work on my plate for tomorrow. I have some illustration work to do - that always eats up time - and some edits for a web FAQ.
I’ve realized that the way I pull it off is by forwarding my manager emails. I’ll get emails back from some software engineer or some product manager, so I forward the emails in question to my manager, with “FYI” at the top of the email. Makes her seem like I’m in the loop and on top of things. I especially like forwarding “FYI” emails to her when the original email said “Job well done!”
What a joke. I mean, I work at a respected and well-known company, but having worked there two and a half years, I know that internally, it’s a collossal joke. :rolleyes:
Ha! But do you dare join me in a job which is simultaneously hectic, stessful, futile, frustrating AND boring? I thought not! Welcome to my nightmare: I am a civil service drone at a very busy FAMILY COURT!
On the other hand, any day that starts out (as mine did) listening to an estranged couple arguing over whether or not Dad should be allowed to sacrifice chickens in front of the baby during visitation can’t be all bad.
Looks like someone’s got a case of the Monday’s…only it’s now tuesday. At least, for your sake, you don’t get trounced upon like that guy who could never get his stapler back.
Not that I do. I’m in High School, but I can somewhat relate. I work on the School newspaper, an easy A class. Our assignment is to write one story per issue, each issue comes out every two weeks. Where to start? We go to a shit-hole school in a piss-ant town, where absolutely nothing happens. Heck, our last headline read, “Last Band Concert is a Must See Event!” With twenty or so people in class, there are not enough stories to go around. And since I take way to much joy out of exchanging sexually-charged witty banter with a few of my friends in class, I wind up writing some article that has no chance whatsoever of making it into the issue on the last day we can turn it in. Plus, the teacher thinks I’m a smartass (a trait I pride myself on) so nothing I write gets printed.
How’s that for shitty? I begrudgingly do half-assed work knowing that none of it will get printed, so that I can get an easy A. But the teacher is giving me a B because I don’t “contribute.” Of course I do contribute, that’s the point of writing the forsaken stories; I just don’t care about the articles. Dammit school blows.
How do I know people are going to say “What do you expect” now???
