Turns out that I haven’t deeply offended IT somehow. After taking a look at my old computer and what I do with it, they decided I needed a super-spiffy one, so it didn’t come in when the other 30 new ones did. Many people have asked the question, “who authorized that?” No one knows. Also, no ETA on the new computer.
IE has crashed on me three times today. Why do I even bother? I can’t seem to download files through IE on this computer. It let me get the sample quiz for tomorrow night’s class, but not the two lectures for my morning class.
For the meeting this Wednesday, my co-worker sent me the minutes this morning and said, “I want to get them out this afternoon.” So, I prepped them for her (trying to not blow a gasket at the grammatical errors she continues to make), dropped them off at her desk, and she said, “wow, that was fast.” Um… isn’t that what you asked for? And now I’m waiting for her to approve them, and it’s been quite a while. I am not the holdup here.
Another co-worker emailed me and asked for a report we have to be put into large-print. No problem, except… it’s in Adobe Acrobat, so I can export the text, but there are about three pages of tables which don’t export well. Maybe if I had my computer I could do some reverse engineering, but not with only Adobe Reader.
Someone in our field wants an org chart of their entire area, all staff, which is not something we do. I’ve got org charts for Admin, but not the field. I hate doing org charts, but I do it because I’m told to.
People keep coming by and asking when my co-worker (whose desk I’m using) is coming back, surprised that he’s not returned yet. He’s had a sign up in his cube for the past three months (that’s right behind my head, clearly visible to all who walk by) that says he’s coming back tomorrow (it also has the note “plan accordingly,” which is just fabulous, because no one did). I might hurt the next person who asks. Or who comments about my lack of computer.
The throwing-myself-on-the-floor-kicking-and-screaming may commence soon. I can feel it coming. It may be unavoidable. Maybe I’ll just make up a big banner and post it in my cube: “I hate this.” That would effectively communicate what I want.
But, shortly I will take myself to the Minute Clinic in the Skyway where I will get some antibiotics (because the cranberry tea is only relieving my symptoms and not actually fixing me, sadly), and that won’t put me in a better mood, but my body won’t be broken anymore then. And in a few days my tummy will be right as rain.
I feel like a four-year-old, but this work situation is becoming unbearable to me. I have no patience left, either for it or for the people who keep talking to me about it. My displeasure has been clear to everyone who’s passed by.
THIS SUCKS.
Oh - my weekend was good. I got my homework done, bought some pretty flowers and yummy herbs at Gertens, went for a walk with
, relaxed a bit, etc. And after I’ve left work tonight, I will not be in such a crappy mood. It’s just these unbearable 9 hours of the day that I’m here.
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