A Typical Day At Work...
Dec. 29th, 2006 11:34![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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ME = me. As in, Bill.
DG = data guy. As in, my co-worker.
Yesterday:
DG. How are you doing on the Infiniti site?
ME. There's a problem with the javascript that controls vehicle searches. I'll have to spend the morning fixing that.
DG. Okay, that's your number one priority, then. See you in the morning.
Today:
DG. How are you doing on the Infiniti site?
ME. Still have work to do if they expect to go live over the weekend.
DG. Okay. Let's go over the to-do list. We need to give some love to Buick client, Chevy client, and Pontiac client.
ME. Right.
DG. So, today I'd like you to concentrate on Buick and Chevy.
ME. I'm not done with Infiniti.
DG. (shocked) You're not?
ME. (resisting the urge to bitch slap him) No.
(ME: also resisting the urge - the very strong urge - to say: I just told you one minute ago I wasn't done and Our lives would be so much easier if you would listen to people...)
DG. You'd better work on Infiniti then.
ME. (tasting blood) Looks that way.
I know we've all got a lot on our plate, but it's not like I'm asking anyone to memorize the Russian alphabet. I just want to feel like I have enough value to actually be listened to. Small wonder, three days out of five, I go home feeling frustrated enough to quit. If I wasn't forty and the father of two I probably would have already.
ME = me. As in, Bill.
DG = data guy. As in, my co-worker.
Yesterday:
DG. How are you doing on the Infiniti site?
ME. There's a problem with the javascript that controls vehicle searches. I'll have to spend the morning fixing that.
DG. Okay, that's your number one priority, then. See you in the morning.
Today:
DG. How are you doing on the Infiniti site?
ME. Still have work to do if they expect to go live over the weekend.
DG. Okay. Let's go over the to-do list. We need to give some love to Buick client, Chevy client, and Pontiac client.
ME. Right.
DG. So, today I'd like you to concentrate on Buick and Chevy.
ME. I'm not done with Infiniti.
DG. (shocked) You're not?
ME. (resisting the urge to bitch slap him) No.
(ME: also resisting the urge - the very strong urge - to say: I just told you one minute ago I wasn't done and Our lives would be so much easier if you would listen to people...)
DG. You'd better work on Infiniti then.
ME. (tasting blood) Looks that way.
I know we've all got a lot on our plate, but it's not like I'm asking anyone to memorize the Russian alphabet. I just want to feel like I have enough value to actually be listened to. Small wonder, three days out of five, I go home feeling frustrated enough to quit. If I wasn't forty and the father of two I probably would have already.
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Date: 2006-12-29 17:40 (UTC)He really needs to be bitch-slapped. ::raises hand:: May I, please? Please?
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Date: 2006-12-29 18:14 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-29 20:10 (UTC)It'd be a pleasure! Really....