On business

Meaning busy-ness, not business as in "I'm a Business major".

Anyway, work has been super crazy lately, so sorry to be neglecting this blog. There's a big project finishing up or getting close to it, and everyone's been nuts. The good part is, I've been working more exclusively with my boss and another couple of people that are good to work with. The downside is I feel like I'm running from one thing to another constantly. It's not really that bad but I feel beat at the end of the day.

As soon as I have something else to bitch about, I'm sure it will be right here in a heartbeat. :)

No, you can't edit a pdf

Well, technically, someone can. But you, my cubicle neighbor, cannot get a pdf from someone in an email and, say, open it in Word and edit it.

You may remember that this is the 137th time that I have answered this question for you. And you may notice that it's the same answer.

Interesting. Perhaps you can draw a conclusion from this.

Oh no you DIDN'T

I know I did not just hear you, little old biddy, say to your friend, little old biddy #2, "well, it's almost time for 3-hour lunch" about me.

Oh my god, old lady heads are going to roll today.

#1. I don't take 3 hour lunches you stupid old hag, I take a 1 hour lunch. This is AFTER I cover for someone else's 1 hour lunch. 1 hour + 1 hour = 2 hours. However, you'll notice that for the first hour I am sitting at reception doing work, not out having a martini with my pals.

#2. Oh my God it's none of your fucking business anyway! I'm here longer than you every day! I do about 100 times more things than you! You do half of a job and complain about how busy you are all the time, you and old biddy #2. You are clearly both FUCKING INSANE. I know you have nothing better to do with your time but for the love of all that is decent try to keep your fucking mouth SHUT.

The hell of cubicle life

You know what's really annoying? Overhearing conversations from everyone around you. You know what's actually almost painful? When those conversations are so misinformed or ignorant or gossipy that you wish you could really have the courage to pick up the nearest 2 pens and jam them far enough into your ears to rupture your eardrums.

The current topic of conversation? The small plane that just crashed into a high-rise on the upper east side of NYC. Speculation abounds.

Keep the pens away from me people.

Nobody cares who you're related to!

Oh my God, nobody cares what musician you're somewhat distantly related to. It doesn't make you cooler. In fact, it makes said musician a little less cool. But I'll try not to hold her accountable. She can't help who her parents are.

For pete's sake, stop talking about it.

"Your Printer" does not have feelings

Hi, Printer Nazi. I've had some things to say to you before.

When I am frustrated by the shitty communication between my computer and "your" printer (which is, in fact, not yours at all), and I make a comment about how the shitty fucking printer should do what I told it to do on two separate fucking configuration screens and actually print from the fucking manual tray like I fucking told it to, and I say, "God, this printer is making me crazy!"

You don't need to say, "My sweet printer?" in all manner of seriousness, as if I have insulted one of your fucking sainted children or your angel grandchildren.

It's a fucking printer. A fucking printer. And it is not, in fact, doing what it's supposed to be.

So shut your mouth for the love of Pete.

TGIM

Thank God for long weekends. Now the sad part is, time to go to bed and get up and go to work tomorrow.

Time for a new server, kids

Please, someone acknowledge that it is not OK to have a 5+ year old server with a 60GB hard drive as our only server with all our data including email and every database and file we have.