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Enjoy the Silence
Sep. 16th, 2003 10:55 amMy office companions have gone back to Capital FM. I hate Capital FM. If they haven't left it where I have it by tomorrow lunchtime, I'm staging a coup. Preferably a violent one. Why do they insist on listening to crap? Okay, they don't think it's crap. S'why I'm trying to be patient.
All the same, the place is becoming rapidly filled with the wrong kinds of noise. Reshma still has to have her typing checked before she can send it out to be verified, which means I still have to listen to all her tapes while trying to type my own. Kate has gone on a drama-fest lately. When she's tired, it's huge yawns and "Oh, I'm feeling precious" (which I assume is British for 'delicate') and whining about the cause of her tiredness. When she's stuck on something with regards a tape, her "I don't get this" turns into endless complaints about the doctor in question. I think she misses Julie or something; she didn't use to bitch half so much. But I'm getting a little sick of it, and am looking for a good way to tell her to stop being so fucking 'precious' and toughen up because this job requires tough. Either that or find a suture kit in A&E and sew her lips shut.
I'm a moron, by the way. Yesterday the problem was my disc, but today it's just me -- copied the wrong document to floppy last night (it wasn't even all that late; I was just tired, I guess) and so now I still can't send out the document I meant to. Which blows because I want feedback. Tomorrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow...). One went out, but it's the one I couldn't give less of a shit about. Well, at the moment, anyway. Maybe when I'm done project du jour, I'll care about the other stuff a little more. But I think I've earned a break from that, don't you? (If you don't know what I'm talking about, lucky you; let's keep it that way.)
Well, at least I bitch quietly...
Thess
All the same, the place is becoming rapidly filled with the wrong kinds of noise. Reshma still has to have her typing checked before she can send it out to be verified, which means I still have to listen to all her tapes while trying to type my own. Kate has gone on a drama-fest lately. When she's tired, it's huge yawns and "Oh, I'm feeling precious" (which I assume is British for 'delicate') and whining about the cause of her tiredness. When she's stuck on something with regards a tape, her "I don't get this" turns into endless complaints about the doctor in question. I think she misses Julie or something; she didn't use to bitch half so much. But I'm getting a little sick of it, and am looking for a good way to tell her to stop being so fucking 'precious' and toughen up because this job requires tough. Either that or find a suture kit in A&E and sew her lips shut.
I'm a moron, by the way. Yesterday the problem was my disc, but today it's just me -- copied the wrong document to floppy last night (it wasn't even all that late; I was just tired, I guess) and so now I still can't send out the document I meant to. Which blows because I want feedback. Tomorrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow...). One went out, but it's the one I couldn't give less of a shit about. Well, at the moment, anyway. Maybe when I'm done project du jour, I'll care about the other stuff a little more. But I think I've earned a break from that, don't you? (If you don't know what I'm talking about, lucky you; let's keep it that way.)
Well, at least I bitch quietly...
Thess
