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Jun. 12th, 2008 06:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So I'm sitting at work, incredibly bored, making an effort to look busy--which is tremendous work, btw, when you have to look busy from 3 different angles... I'm in hurry-up-and-wait mode. Can't do anything until people finish writing or illustrating. My boredom is suddenly lifted when I hear my boss tell the customer we're going to deliver my boss' course on Friday.
1) I doan work on Fridays. Kinda the point of 10 hour days.
2) I'm missing a whole module.
I take my headphones off (a mere pretense to ignore 99.9% of what goes on in the office), fix my evil eye upon my boss. "Eh, so what's this about delivery at the end of the week."
"Well, Course 7 is almost done. Just a few more graphics."
"Aside from the trivial details of Q/A and programming, what about module 7 in the course?"
"It's done."
I lift an eyebrow at him. Not really, I can't do that, but I give him a sufficiently dirty look, "Whatchootalkingabout, Willis? What is this Module 7 you speak?"
"Module 7 is built. I've already farmed out the graphics work for it."
The graphic artist spins around in his chair for a moment, interjects, "No you haven't" and then returns to his heavy metal headbanging.
I display the empty placeholder directory on my screen. "Your logic is not our earth logic, martian."
I turn my interrogation spotlight upon him. "Are you saying you finished writing a module and forgot to tell me?"
Squirm, squirm. "Ummm...possibly. We were really busy at the time..."
I go into the directory where he's supposed to put his finished writing. I'm willing to be magnanimous. "Okay, perhaps I missed it." I pull up his document. It very obviously is NOT a finished document. He looks puzzled. He tells me to check another directory. When that reveals a document in an even rawer state, a stream of profanities starts issuing forth. "Is it on another machine perhaps?" I query.
"#$*&*!@. I forgot to finish it."
"Oh, okay, just wanted to make sure it wasn't me."
My honor upheld, with supreme indifference I put my headphones back on and return to my regularly scheduled loafing efforts.
1) I doan work on Fridays. Kinda the point of 10 hour days.
2) I'm missing a whole module.
I take my headphones off (a mere pretense to ignore 99.9% of what goes on in the office), fix my evil eye upon my boss. "Eh, so what's this about delivery at the end of the week."
"Well, Course 7 is almost done. Just a few more graphics."
"Aside from the trivial details of Q/A and programming, what about module 7 in the course?"
"It's done."
I lift an eyebrow at him. Not really, I can't do that, but I give him a sufficiently dirty look, "Whatchootalkingabout, Willis? What is this Module 7 you speak?"
"Module 7 is built. I've already farmed out the graphics work for it."
The graphic artist spins around in his chair for a moment, interjects, "No you haven't" and then returns to his heavy metal headbanging.
I display the empty placeholder directory on my screen. "Your logic is not our earth logic, martian."
I turn my interrogation spotlight upon him. "Are you saying you finished writing a module and forgot to tell me?"
Squirm, squirm. "Ummm...possibly. We were really busy at the time..."
I go into the directory where he's supposed to put his finished writing. I'm willing to be magnanimous. "Okay, perhaps I missed it." I pull up his document. It very obviously is NOT a finished document. He looks puzzled. He tells me to check another directory. When that reveals a document in an even rawer state, a stream of profanities starts issuing forth. "Is it on another machine perhaps?" I query.
"#$*&*!@. I forgot to finish it."
"Oh, okay, just wanted to make sure it wasn't me."
My honor upheld, with supreme indifference I put my headphones back on and return to my regularly scheduled loafing efforts.
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