Aw, student, don't do that. That does sound exhausting, Kat.

My boss just called me and asked if I was really doing this tedious repetitive task that another department told me to. Did not think not doing it was an option, boss. [It's not an option, she was just amazed at the magnitude and hoped there was another way]

My boss just called me and asked if I was really doing this tedious repetitive task that another department told me to.

It always surprises me when bosses ask that. "Hi, you were given an awful job. Are you actually doing the awful job?" "Is it my job to do the awful job?" "Yes, it is." "Then, yes, I'm doing the awful job. Because it's my job." "Well, I just wanted to make sure you were doing your job (because if it was my job I would try to weasel out of it, and I wondered if you were a weaseler like me)."

Odd. Some people get so surprised by other people's work ethics.

Right? Although I think she was more thinking "Maybe -t will find some clever work around that will accomplish the same thing as the awful job" more than weaseling out. Which maybe there is such a thing, but I just had a feeling that I could spend time trying to be clever and end up having to do ti anyway, and that probably would have meant staying after hours because it absolutely had to be finished today, one way or another.

Anyway, done now. Whew.

Dear Internet tracking systems,

I've already bought two pair of Crocs! Stop showing me ads! Go bother the people who are still resisting the comfort!

Glad you're at least done with tedious task! I am headed to my next destination and annoyed at all the people who emailed me today, and the people who didn't. (Because some of them need to just hush, and others of them need to respond to their damn emails!)

Because some of them need to just hush, and others of them need to respond to their damn emails!

Isn't that always the way?

"Maybe -t will find some clever work around that will accomplish the same thing as the awful job"

I remember at one particularly tedious temp job thinking to myself, if you gave me about three days, I could code this all for you, and you could fire me and the four other people here doing this inane job. But I just kept my mouth shut and did the data entry, because, job. Then the company was subsumed in a hostile takeover, and the buying company gave me all kinds of expensive bribe shit, like a crystal clock, to thank me for my loyal service and to assure me that I was a valuable part of the team and they would continue to treasure my work until they fired everyone in about a week. I was all, uhh...I'm a temp? And anyway, I got recruited by Boeing and became a contractor for about three times the salary and a tenth of the work. So.

Man, today I have about a seven minute attention span. I just cannot keep focused on anything. I think maybe I should go eat lunch and read a book for a bit, seeing as how it's three and a half hours after lunchtime.

I saw Potted Potter a couple years ago. It's fun.

Skipping (or inadvertently delaying by a lot)lunch, I always find, shortens the attention span.

I got hired as a temp for a two-day job of typing. It was for a three-page report. I finished it in two hours--with a retype because I missed a word. The boss stared at me for several minutes when I told him I was done, then studied the report a while, then stared at me. Even on a manual typewriter it wouldn't have taken me two days to type three pages. I knew I was doing myself out of money, but I physically couldn't type slow enough without throwing more errors.