August 26th, 2006

running, bomb tech

Crunching the Numbers

I have probably done this to people without even realizing it.

Today was pretty much taken up by one blamed report I was putting together for Management. The requirements for something that I got Friday were kind of blurry, but I put together something pretty spiffy. It was, however, wrong. I got the actual requirements, put something far better together, then realized that OMG, stuff from non-current interviewers were not being counted. (And there's still stuff that's not being counted, because the numbers are off. But it's better.) It needed a whole chunk of data, broken down in specific ways. And it wasn't stuff that I was comfortable shoving around with queries, because it was just so fiddly and obnoxious (and I wanted to see wtf I was doing; I'll use queries next time on all the other jobs). But I got it done and got to go home early and go play.

It's planned for four-hour shifts the rest of the weekend. Oi. Not fun with the happy. There's dayshift starting up Real Soon Now. That's good, because hours are short.

Instead of being quite as short as they might be and sending everyone home totally obscenely early, they are doing "review training", aka "sit & bitch & review stuff we should have known and leave some of the phone work alone." My numbers are occasionally the star of the show.

Mr. Boring-Ass McCrankypants who attempted* to Start Shit At Work With The Supervisors for othercat some time ago was Not Pleased with the fact that while he may in fact be above average, he is not in fact above planned production. There was snark at his expense. There was rather a lot of it from 3:30pm Eyeliner Woman right then and there (she was loudly excited about her above-production scores) and a rather lot more behind the scenes later. (*And failed. Succeeded in putting him deeper in the hole himself, though. Tip to obnoxious know-it-all old men: don't complain about "my neighbor talks to herself" to the multiple-personalitied supervisor. Especially when you don't want anyone to, like, let your neighbor know that it's a touch disturbing, or be moved, you just "think someone should be aware." I'm aware that you're an asshole and trying to start shit, and I'm aware that she's better at her job than you are at yours, and that the supervisors like her and don't like you. And if you mouth off the way you have been lately to the wrong person, you're going to be searching for some of that employment elsewhere that you're evidently so much better suited for.) (Amazingly, Cute Desk Guy and the Figment actually get along with the dude. What is it about pompous windbags?)

Don't keep objects that could possibly be misused by the very determined off the plane, keep potential terrorists off the plane. Oh, goodness. I almost wrote "phone".
running, bomb tech

Talk to the Gecko

Were your policy documents and forms ...
...informative? Y[ ] N[X] -- bewildering!

What was the total cost of your previous auto insurance policy (to the nearest dollar)?
Please fill in only one: $ per month / $ per quarter / $ per 6 months / $ per year ... Too f-ing much

What was your total savings (to the nearest dollar)?
Please fill in only one: $ per month / $ per quarter / $ per 6 months / $ per year ... My sanity!


...yes, I derive too much amusement from filling in very random answers to carefully-designed surveys.
exhausted, tired, Azzsleep

A day in the life

Shopping List
Bread
mayo

To Do List:
(the obvious)
Laundry (in progress) now done!
Write.
Debase myself at work. ;)

Accomplishments:
Writing, drawing, singing, playing the computer -- oh, wrong kind of accomplishments.
Went to work. On time. Did not leave dreadfully early. (Not enough sleep, see. Four hours is not enough. Zonked despite coffee.)
Worked on the thing.
Came home safely.
Called Darkside. Yay 45 minutes of slightly incoherent conversation!
Took a nice solid nap. Yay four hours of sleep!
Mended 2 nightgowns, 2 bras, the black bag I've had since 1995 at CTY
Put in the to-go-elsewhere box some of the clothes that I just plain won't wear again (pants, ick!) that were in the mending box.
Put together a nightgown from a piece of fabric that's been sitting around near unto forever. It's a little stiff and scratchy, but that will work itself out with several washings.


Also: As seen on slashdot: White Hat hacker; child porn convictions.