2005-08-25
| In a Past Life... |
 You Were: A Lazy Chief. Where You Lived: France. How You Died: Hung for treason. |
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I shall explain this later...
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!11!!!11ONEONEONEONEFUCKFUCKITY GOD DAMMIT!!
2005-08-19
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| More Emotional 55% SCIENTIFIC INTUITION and 62% EMOTIONAL INTUITION | ||||
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My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The 2-Variable Intuition Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid |
And my first post in a long time is a quiz! w00t! Apparently, I have no scientific smarts. As if that was surprising. :P Though, seriously, I"m not sure if the answers ever change. I've taken the same test a few times, changed answers and got the exact same thing. :P
At any rate, what is new with me? Not much, really. I should post some Europe pics eventually. Or not, just to spite you. hee
Next week is my last week of work. I just can't wait to go... I'm getting so sick of my job. So much stuff piling up on my desk that I don't get, and my trainer has been on vacation and, lately, has been too busy to help me sometimes and forgets to see me later. But, she is a really nice person, and very helpful when she has time. I'm also kind of sick of seeing all the French stuff that comes into my work section. True, no one else can really do some of this stuff, but lots of the things that people are handing me are exactly the same as forms we get in English, so people could basically just do the same thing they always do, but just type what the client has entered on the page in French. Okay, I really don't mind getting French stuff... I'm just kind of bitter today. I'm tired and cranky and was really wanting to get stuff cleared off my desk so I wouldn't be a complete basket case next week. I haven't been able to finish work from earlier in the week, I walk away from my desk and come back to find mysterious new documents in my Inbox and sometimes have to guess at what people want because I don't have enough information. It's a tad frustrating. Plus, when I had decided to do my timesheets and stats (which is a thing I hate... making stupid stats balance out), someone came up to me with this important-looking French document which, after reading several pages closely and repeatedly to make sure that I didn't miss something important, I had discovered that there really wasn't anything important in the documents and that I had wasted 15 minutes reading some crap a client had sent in to try and get around something that was their blasted fault in the first place. Then I ended up being an hour late leaving work 'cause I didn't get to start my stats when I wanted to. *gasp, gasp*... okay, end of rant.
Just, my job pays very well, but I don't want to do it forever. I keep going during the summer, leaving for school, coming back and it seems like everything changes and I spend the whole summer feeling stupid 'cause things are so different from when I left. And everyone has their own way of doing things, and nobody is ever wrong in their proceedure. *sigh*
But, I did get in a little "Revenge of the Frenchie". Hee. We had a team meeting this week, and I forgot to forget not to bring a pen or paper. Let me explain. For the past several meetings, the experineced staff (old-timers... hee) have seen me writing diligently during the whole hour and decided that they didn't need to take notes since I was already doing it. I would then have to take time to type out my notes, send the doc along to people and worry that someone'd come back to me and say "You wrote this-and-this wrong" or "That's not how we're supposed to do this". So, when Deb saw the pen and yellow note-paper in my hands, she said to me "Oh, good. You can take notes again this week." To which I replied "Fine. Then I'll take them all in French."
Maybe she thought that I couldn't, or that I wouldn't. Silly Deb. At the end of the meeting, I slid my 2 pages of notes across the table to her and said "Here. I wrote them, you can type them out." She took one look at them and said something like "You little bugger!" Another lady, upon seeing this, commented "As my grandaughter would say, 'You're a kaka head!'" It amused me. I've turned into such a brat during the last little bit.
And I am now bored of doing this. Later all!
