My brain is full...............
Oct. 2nd, 2008 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gurdymonkeySeriously. For weeks, I've done nothing but:
1. Review and update employee history records in our database, a process that requires cat herding dozens of foremen into getting their guys to fill the things out and turn them in so I can call back on dozens of them and say, "Dude, tell Joe X that he needs to put down the name and phone number of his emergency contact" or, "What's Pete Y's address, because he wrote 1840 Manteca, California and no street name." Then cross them off a check list as I go through and update the database. (This with regular payroll routine thrown in the middle of it.) Then sort them into alphabetical order so that when we send them down to HQ and they don't send someone their holiday gift card on the grounds that we never sent them, I will have copies to refer to and say, "Oh, yes you did, I have proof, here it is, give the guy his damn turkey."
If I ever get through the stack, I'm going to redesign the blasted form and send it to HQ with a plea to adopt something that does not confuse the average construction worker because it's so badly laid out.
2. Write documentation. For DAYS. Sarah who? Supreme what? But I can go on for pages about Japanese arts and history. You should see the ziggurats of books surrounding my desk in the garret.
3. Construct and compose various and sundry things that the documentation supports (because the documentation has, in some cases, taken as long or longer to write).
4. Get up to pee.
5. Eat.
My brain is full. So full it won't shut off at night and keeps clicking through checklists and, "Did you do this?" and "Don't forget that."
I'm punchy from sleep deprivation and you want a war cry??????????????
"I've suffered for my art. Now it's your turn."
1. Review and update employee history records in our database, a process that requires cat herding dozens of foremen into getting their guys to fill the things out and turn them in so I can call back on dozens of them and say, "Dude, tell Joe X that he needs to put down the name and phone number of his emergency contact" or, "What's Pete Y's address, because he wrote 1840 Manteca, California and no street name." Then cross them off a check list as I go through and update the database. (This with regular payroll routine thrown in the middle of it.) Then sort them into alphabetical order so that when we send them down to HQ and they don't send someone their holiday gift card on the grounds that we never sent them, I will have copies to refer to and say, "Oh, yes you did, I have proof, here it is, give the guy his damn turkey."
If I ever get through the stack, I'm going to redesign the blasted form and send it to HQ with a plea to adopt something that does not confuse the average construction worker because it's so badly laid out.
2. Write documentation. For DAYS. Sarah who? Supreme what? But I can go on for pages about Japanese arts and history. You should see the ziggurats of books surrounding my desk in the garret.
3. Construct and compose various and sundry things that the documentation supports (because the documentation has, in some cases, taken as long or longer to write).
4. Get up to pee.
5. Eat.
My brain is full. So full it won't shut off at night and keeps clicking through checklists and, "Did you do this?" and "Don't forget that."
I'm punchy from sleep deprivation and you want a war cry??????????????
"I've suffered for my art. Now it's your turn."
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Date: 2008-10-02 07:17 pm (UTC)I've tried writing the research paper, but I don't know what I'm doing. Elder son's issues keep cropping up. My bandwidth is full with school Psychologists questions (the last half hour), the speech therapist, the Occupational Therapist and technology assistance. I have a topic, finally. I wrote an outline. And when I try to type, nothing comes out but gibbrish. I can't focus. I'm lost. Or at least the timing for this is really, really bad in my life.
I give up. I don't have the commitment for art.
Now to go to finish up my job - cleaning up the writing of new ceremony for whomever wins this thing. Not it!!
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Date: 2008-10-02 07:35 pm (UTC)