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Not Everybody All at Once

Shared "The Terrible Mister Grimshaw" with the remainder of the workplace. Stressy College Chick and Rev. Not-So-Nice Super were amused.

http://www.drudgereport.com/flash6.htm -- Gravel vs. McCain. Hmm. It would be like the opposite of 2000, where I didn't want to vote for either.




Today at work was first a long-anticipated meeting (lunch meeting! With real lunch!) and then chaos. I don't think I managed to do too much damage to $CLIENT's job -- production was up, and it brought average production up some. Yay! On the other hand, some regions got out of balance, and some went over... while others were under. Erk.

You see, it was just us two trainees running the job: Ponytail Dave and me. Between us, we managed to remember pretty much everything. Trendy Chick set up the job, for which I thank her with great glee. I will learn how to run the setting up of the skillz, really. As it was, we managed to fumble and bumble our way through. We managed to get something set up on the paced dialer, and that's really the basics.

I did get stressed-out and beset by conflicting priorities enough that I started to lose language, and the things that I was saying were coming out very robotic. Fortunately I'm familiar enough with my own responses that I was able to articulate (if brokenly and all jumbled up) that there was too much going on and my verbal skills were going bye-bye while I attempted to handle it all.

I would have much preferred having a senior person looking over my shoulder while I was attempting to run it. Very much.

I get to run it solo on Saturday. Maybe Ponytail Dave will be around to keep me on an even keel.

(Conflicting priorities involved:
5pm reports
monitor reports (including some bad ones)
getting booths set up for new job
getting people pulled for new job
Obso1337 Super on the phone telling me that I needed to *do* new job
not being sure which of about five different things on the computer I needed to do first/next
trying to teach Ponytail Dave things that I'm not entirely certain of myself
sending phone goons on break
directing Ponytail Dave in setting up a briefing
keeping my cool and professionalism)

I conclude that while I am decent at handling a whole lot of things at once, I can only do so much during my learning curve, lest I go all robotic and then completely lose it. Some people work well under pressure. I have an amazing amount of grace under fire, but that does not equate to working well under pressure. I discovered in high school that the easiest way to make me drop the ball under any academic circumstances was to make it a high-stakes situation. People toss high-stakes situations at kids who are performing in a mediocre fashion because they know that the kid is capable of performing at a higher level, but somehow they've missed the bit that tells them that the kid actually functions worse, and not better, under pressure, especially if the kid's insecure. I tested well, but performed very poorly on the sorts of projects that required a lot of fiddly different steps and organization and coordination. The only reason I did so well as check-in was that I'd developed a system so that I knew where and when I was at any given moment, and if I was thrown off by anything, the whole day was out of kilter and nothing went right.

... that does sound suspiciously like high-functioning attention problems, now, doesn't it.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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