And when I asked my boss "Why is [no-longer-assistant]'s name still on the dropdown menu if he left, because that makes human error inevitable since there is no other option to choose if I need to email that office?" she replied "That is a very good question for [name I assume is an IT person]."
FUCK YOUR VERY GOOD QUESTION. You put me in an unwinnable situation and then gave me shit for not doing it right. Fuuuuuuuuuuck youuuuuuuuuuu.
I can't believe I have to be in meetings there all day Friday. I am going to cut a bitch.
I think it is possible to say something along the lines of 'pleses do not scold /yell /chastise me for something I can not be responsible for .
Of course, I might be a in the very pissed off at everyone Matt works for mode - because some other peoples bad time management skills ( will just stick with that part ) has him working at crisis level - possible all month long.
So I feel the need to defend every one in stupid work situations.
Work is bette when there is less stupid stuff
Steph, it's good to know my workplace isn't the only one that's crazy.
I'm working on a journal that has a
strict
page limit of 14 pages. About half the papers are more than that. So we ask the EiC for special permission, and about half the time she gives it, so half of the papers get to ignore the "strict" page limit and half of them get pissed that they can't. Then it's up to me to ask the author to cut one to three pages out of his paper, well after peer review and acceptance, and so who does he get pissed at? Me, of course.
Then it's up to me to ask the author to cut one to three pages out of his paper, well after peer review and acceptance, and so who does he get pissed at? Me, of course.
Right. If we have a rule that an article can't have 3 tables, and yet an article with 3 tables gets accepted, it wasn't my decision to accept the damn paper, so I assume it's okay. But of course it's not okay, so they make the freelancer (who isn't even allowed to speak with the EIC, which would make things so much easier) sort this shit out. It's not *just* bullshit, it's inefficient bullshit.
I'm having some light bleeding and headed to the hospital. I was in RI when it started and Mom is driving me. It feels like the longest car ride of my life.
ETA: I'm fine and the baby is fine.
All my digits are crossed, sj.
Oh sj, I'm sending you all the ~ma I've got. Please keep us posted when you can. I'll be thinking of you and hoping with all my heart that you and ltc are OK.
I hate when my shins sweat.
Summer is coming.
