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burntcopperYesterday was an extremely crappy day at work. We need new staff on our team due to the number of articles being submitted/accepted skyrocketing (acceptance tends to be steady-ish 5/8 - 2/3). The big boss has decided the way he shall estimate whether we need them is by if we can get through the day's email (inbox has connections to the bottomless pit of DOOOOOOOM), never mind that email is no way of estimating how much work we're doing, since the sheer amount of crap we get, not to mention multiple emails pertaining to one stage of an article kind of negates this. You'd think the giant backlog in actual articles would be a better way of estimating, but *obviously not*. That would be *obvious* and *easy to view in seconds*, not to mention we already keep daily records of how many we manage to process each day at each stage. The whole 'this many coming in each day is greater than the amount we manage to process each day, so the backlog gradually builds' thing. Much too obscure, in my estimation. :nods firmly in tune with big boss:
*Then* at the end of the day, because I'd forgotten to fill some numbers in, I get an email telling me I am apparently wilfully ignoring orders and letting the side down despite being told simultaneously in the same fucking email that I'm one of our hardest workers. See me nearly burst into tears due to too little sleep, hormones, and general stress. Took me a good half hour of sainsbury's, dodging charity muggers on Regent street and navigating london transport to get myself back together. (getting cramps in Victoria station probably helped re-focus the brain, as there's nothing quite like stabbing pains in the lower stomach area for that)
Anyway. The bunnies have abandoned me, I have half a ton of WIPs, and with pubmeet being on saturday, I'm going to miss Eurovision for the first time in *years*. Dammit, I need my campfest extravaganza and the whiskey-sodden dulcet bitching of St Terry of Wogan! Hmm. maybe I can figure out how to use the new tivo-like functions newly-installed HomeChoice has so I can watch it Sunday, which has been declared day of 'laundry. sleep. laundry. sleep.' the tivo-like abilities are evil. They forced me and Jackie to watch the first two eps of S1 of Charmed last night. Which wasn't all that bad. Complete fluff, mildly entertaining, but was nowhere near the campfest that apparently is later seasons. also, ep2 had me, Sean and Jackie squealing and pointing and bouncing 'Neil! It's Neil! Neil Roberts! Yay! Ooo, he's modulating his accent to sound better for American audiences. Nooo! Go on, do the Hugh Grant impression again, Neil.' (unless you go to Starfury conventions, you will have no proper appreciation of the god-like presence that is Neil. People have been known to go 'who is this fuckwit?' on seeing him appear. 5/10 minutes later and they too have fallen under the spell of this little-known British actor. There is no escape.)
*Then* at the end of the day, because I'd forgotten to fill some numbers in, I get an email telling me I am apparently wilfully ignoring orders and letting the side down despite being told simultaneously in the same fucking email that I'm one of our hardest workers. See me nearly burst into tears due to too little sleep, hormones, and general stress. Took me a good half hour of sainsbury's, dodging charity muggers on Regent street and navigating london transport to get myself back together. (getting cramps in Victoria station probably helped re-focus the brain, as there's nothing quite like stabbing pains in the lower stomach area for that)
Anyway. The bunnies have abandoned me, I have half a ton of WIPs, and with pubmeet being on saturday, I'm going to miss Eurovision for the first time in *years*. Dammit, I need my campfest extravaganza and the whiskey-sodden dulcet bitching of St Terry of Wogan! Hmm. maybe I can figure out how to use the new tivo-like functions newly-installed HomeChoice has so I can watch it Sunday, which has been declared day of 'laundry. sleep. laundry. sleep.' the tivo-like abilities are evil. They forced me and Jackie to watch the first two eps of S1 of Charmed last night. Which wasn't all that bad. Complete fluff, mildly entertaining, but was nowhere near the campfest that apparently is later seasons. also, ep2 had me, Sean and Jackie squealing and pointing and bouncing 'Neil! It's Neil! Neil Roberts! Yay! Ooo, he's modulating his accent to sound better for American audiences. Nooo! Go on, do the Hugh Grant impression again, Neil.' (unless you go to Starfury conventions, you will have no proper appreciation of the god-like presence that is Neil. People have been known to go 'who is this fuckwit?' on seeing him appear. 5/10 minutes later and they too have fallen under the spell of this little-known British actor. There is no escape.)
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Date: 2006-05-18 02:14 pm (UTC)Crappy work
Date: 2006-05-18 05:14 pm (UTC)Methinks you need a *hug*
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Date: 2006-05-18 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-19 10:59 am (UTC)