You will hear me complain a lot about meetings on here. I hate meetings. I doubt I have ever been to a useful one. Usually, it's just an outlet for a higher-up to talk with an audience. For instance:
Today we had a three hour meeting to go over performance data. So, they gave us the data, in both chart and graph format. Two months ago, and a new copy today. Keep this in mind. The first thing we had to do, was to recreate the data charts onto a blank duplicate page. I'm serious. No changes, no analysis. Just rewriting the numbers in the blank charts.
Then, we had to graph the data. It was easy, since we could trace the one they gave us. I asked if I could redo it on excel and use it's graphing function. No, I was told, we had to color.
As it turns out, we couldn't finish our graphs because our boss couldn't find all of his papers, so the data we didn't have beforehand, we still didn't have.
See? This is a meeting in my world. It's no wonder I'm usually suicidal or homicidal, depending on my boredom levels. The only redeeming quality to the meeting was that they gave us all the free Mt. Dew we could drink. And since I'm the fastest, my boss kept yelling, "Somebody bring him another pop." to the women around us.
At almost every meeting, I usually wind up on top of my chair doing jumping jacks, which my boss has learned, it's time to go before I get to the next level of hyperactivity: throwing things.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Triplicate
I love having one conversation three times in a row. Usually my family likes to make me retell whatever story I'm telling them several times so that they can check for inconsistencies, and because they know it annoys me. At work, sometimes the people I work with are kind of slow at gathering new data. This morning, someone came in and asked if any of us would stay late on October 26, which falls on a Thursday (She mentioned the day, it's not an afterthought. This is important.). She asked, and I said that I would because I already had to stay late for something else. That's the first time I had this conversation.
When she left, one of my colleagues leaned over and asks, "What day is the 26th on?" I explained that it would be a Thursday. Her next question was, "How do you know it's a Thursday?" So I explained that she had just told us. That's the second time.
Approximately three minutes later, my other colleague leans over and asks, "What day did she want us to stay after?" So once again, I explained that it was 10-26, and that she didn't want us all to stay, that I had volunteered. Her next question, get ready for it, was, "What day is the 26th on?" Keep in mind that she was listening to both conversations before. So once more, I explained that she had just mentioned all this. And, as expected, her next question was, "How do you know that's a Thursday?"
I think the world is out to get me. I could forget about it if this was an isolated incident, but it's not. Probably half of the conversations I have, I have to repeat AT LEAST once, usually more. There's no possible explanation that I should have to have every conversation in my life three times. The only reason is that the world, collectively, thinks I'm such an idiot that I need to be reminded of what I just said several times for it to sink in.
If that's the case, then I think it should be at least fair and I should get paid two or three times a month as opposed to once. That's the only part of my life that happens once, and that's enough. Blah.
When she left, one of my colleagues leaned over and asks, "What day is the 26th on?" I explained that it would be a Thursday. Her next question was, "How do you know it's a Thursday?" So I explained that she had just told us. That's the second time.
Approximately three minutes later, my other colleague leans over and asks, "What day did she want us to stay after?" So once again, I explained that it was 10-26, and that she didn't want us all to stay, that I had volunteered. Her next question, get ready for it, was, "What day is the 26th on?" Keep in mind that she was listening to both conversations before. So once more, I explained that she had just mentioned all this. And, as expected, her next question was, "How do you know that's a Thursday?"
I think the world is out to get me. I could forget about it if this was an isolated incident, but it's not. Probably half of the conversations I have, I have to repeat AT LEAST once, usually more. There's no possible explanation that I should have to have every conversation in my life three times. The only reason is that the world, collectively, thinks I'm such an idiot that I need to be reminded of what I just said several times for it to sink in.
If that's the case, then I think it should be at least fair and I should get paid two or three times a month as opposed to once. That's the only part of my life that happens once, and that's enough. Blah.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Salutations
Greetings!
I work in the public and find myself often in the company of stupidity. Stupidity, as you know, regularly takes the form of people with big mouth and/or butts. In order to avoid an aneurysm, I have found that an outlet helps. Therefore, this blog will become part of my health care. If something dumb happens, I'll have to report it on here. Of course, I see so much stupidity in a day that I'd never get it all written down here. Only the shiniest turds of anti-intelligence will be remembered on this page. I hope to update fairly often, so please feel free to check often.
I work in the public and find myself often in the company of stupidity. Stupidity, as you know, regularly takes the form of people with big mouth and/or butts. In order to avoid an aneurysm, I have found that an outlet helps. Therefore, this blog will become part of my health care. If something dumb happens, I'll have to report it on here. Of course, I see so much stupidity in a day that I'd never get it all written down here. Only the shiniest turds of anti-intelligence will be remembered on this page. I hope to update fairly often, so please feel free to check often.
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