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Okay, I give. I have to blog. I fought it off valiantly, but I have finally snapped. For the last hour and 55 minutes, I have been listening to The Whiner drone on and on and on at the top of his lungs because he can't figure out how to import a document from one program into another. Why he can't just fucking copy and paste from one to the other is beyond me, but he refuses to do it, so he is inconveniencing everyone else in the frigging room AND the IT guy and the guy who wrote the first program that he wants to import text from. EVERYTHING this guy does is a frigging trial, and we all have to hear about it and in some way handle it, and frankly, if I get thru today without killing him, it's going to be a miracle. As you guys know, my job depends on listening. That sounds easy, but there are a lot of things that affect the ease to difficulty ratio. Besides the level of ambient noise in the room around me and loudass conversations executed 5 feet away, you have the audio quality of the tape itself, which also includes ambient sound and other conversations (on tape), in addition to the conversation or interview you are logging/transcribing. The tape I have is of very poor quality and is already really difficult and time-consuming. So when you add to that an idiot with a booming voice sitting on the other side of a smallish room, who not only insists on basically yelling at everyone he talks to, but who also whines incessantly, all day long, about every single tiny thing he can think of to go off about, my job becomes damn near impossible to do. But my bosses don't care about that. They have a deadline to keep, and they don't care that the $2000/week "writer" is slowing me down. That's impossible, you see. He's above me on the food chain, and that means HE can't possibly slow me down. *I* hinder him, not the other way around. But since he got here, I have gone from 4 tapes a day to TWO. You do the math and let me know if mine is faulty. And then fire off an email to this asshole telling him that instead of whining for over 2 frigging hours that he can't import a document, perhaps he could just type apple-C and apple-V from one window to the next and MOVE THE FUCK ON. Jeezus. In happier news, the co-worker formerly known as the asshat has completely acquitted himself. I utterly forgive him for taking the fun stuff, because apparently he actually has a fair streak and decided that he would also take the more onerous extra activities, and as a result, The Whiner is driving him insane. I don't know how he's coping, frankly, and I am more grateful to him than I can express for him falling on that sword. He totally took 10 for the team. Peace out, (and have a good weekend) ps. and if he asks me one more freaking question about his pc at home, or whines about how my mac is different from his, because his is a company mac, and mine is a rental (both of which operate on OSX), i'm going to hurt him. badly. actual maiming may be involved. Edited to remove most - but not all - of the f-words; I apologize to those of you whose delicate sensibilities I may have offended; I made even more liberal use of the word than usual, and even *I* was shocked upon subsequent reread. Bygones? copyright 2002
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In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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