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Work is a tad insane right now - overload of stuff, not enough people on the team and the new people don't start to arrive until at least next week (I'm hazy on the ETA as I occasionally raise head from inbox to go 'wheh?'), and Robin is currently having to write a manual on how to do his job for editorial who're taking it over temporarily while we try to make an eensy dent in the inbox.
On the 'tried to melt my brain' front : Wednesdays and Fridays are switching live days. ie, I check over the final pdfs created by the production team for errors and then if they're okay and corrections are done, I hit the 'live' button. If not, the errors get printed out and written on in red pen and sent back to production. Errors take infinitely longer than the okay ones. Now, recently, the average of a switching live afternoon was 40-50 (it used to be 30, gradually increasing). Occasionally production go mad and stay up all night making pdfs, and I get about 70 to do, and I'm hyped on caffeine.
The previous record was about 105. I got the caffeine shakes and yelled at my boss (who is part of the production team) to never do that to me ever again.
Today? I switched live 125. with 8 error articles on top of that and my half-yearly assessment in the middle of that. my brain melted, it really, really wasn't functioning beyond error checking (I pity Robin who was asking questions about what was going on with another article - when my brain doesn't function, I become abrupt, callous and have a permanent distracted air) I finished at 6, by which time the production team had scarpered when I went to deposit the errors on them. I left threatening post-its on the culprits' computers, and tomorrow, they will be harangued muchly. oh yes.
Assessment was... odd. Because it wasn't me being assessed, it was me laying out what the job should be, what we needed for the job, what changes need to happen and me telling my boss what's what as soon as we got the piddling matter of what issues were raised in the last one done in about two minutes. And yes, this included me warning them that 'this better be over quickly'. Fifteen minutes after the assessment, the brain caught up with me and I asked my line manager to tell me when the arrogance and trampling gets out of line, because I think I just trampled my boss, who is a nice, self-effacing sort of bloke by nature.
:headdesk: Problems of a very forceful personality being raised by forceful personalities and thus flocking to other forceful personalities in social life. (most of my female friends could be very, very easily labelled the steamroller type - you know who you are) At work, this was last quoted as 'You want me to train someone? Me? I'm arrogant, I'm opinionated and I have no patience or tact!' That last someone was Robin, whose description of my teaching style boils down to '...Did someone catch the licence of that truck?'. We've got three others coming in. I've been here longest of the post-accept minions. I'm training. Poor sods.
On the 'tried to melt my brain' front : Wednesdays and Fridays are switching live days. ie, I check over the final pdfs created by the production team for errors and then if they're okay and corrections are done, I hit the 'live' button. If not, the errors get printed out and written on in red pen and sent back to production. Errors take infinitely longer than the okay ones. Now, recently, the average of a switching live afternoon was 40-50 (it used to be 30, gradually increasing). Occasionally production go mad and stay up all night making pdfs, and I get about 70 to do, and I'm hyped on caffeine.
The previous record was about 105. I got the caffeine shakes and yelled at my boss (who is part of the production team) to never do that to me ever again.
Today? I switched live 125. with 8 error articles on top of that and my half-yearly assessment in the middle of that. my brain melted, it really, really wasn't functioning beyond error checking (I pity Robin who was asking questions about what was going on with another article - when my brain doesn't function, I become abrupt, callous and have a permanent distracted air) I finished at 6, by which time the production team had scarpered when I went to deposit the errors on them. I left threatening post-its on the culprits' computers, and tomorrow, they will be harangued muchly. oh yes.
Assessment was... odd. Because it wasn't me being assessed, it was me laying out what the job should be, what we needed for the job, what changes need to happen and me telling my boss what's what as soon as we got the piddling matter of what issues were raised in the last one done in about two minutes. And yes, this included me warning them that 'this better be over quickly'. Fifteen minutes after the assessment, the brain caught up with me and I asked my line manager to tell me when the arrogance and trampling gets out of line, because I think I just trampled my boss, who is a nice, self-effacing sort of bloke by nature.
:headdesk: Problems of a very forceful personality being raised by forceful personalities and thus flocking to other forceful personalities in social life. (most of my female friends could be very, very easily labelled the steamroller type - you know who you are) At work, this was last quoted as 'You want me to train someone? Me? I'm arrogant, I'm opinionated and I have no patience or tact!' That last someone was Robin, whose description of my teaching style boils down to '...Did someone catch the licence of that truck?'. We've got three others coming in. I've been here longest of the post-accept minions. I'm training. Poor sods.
