Administration Is Not Responsible For Stupidity In Editorial
I love my job.
Going through the weekend's e-mails, I come across at least three from that bloody editor again. Two are useless attempts to work out what the hell I'm talking about in my two incredibly detailed e-mails from last week. The third ... well, the third is a perfect example of Miscommunication In Action.
See, there's this paper. We haven't even had it for three months yet and there's already stress from the authors. I suppose this is understandable, but it's still fucking irritating. Anyway, it turns out that one of the referees turned it down, and so I asked for alternate referees. This was back in October, when Hilary and I didn't have our system as refined as it is now, so they accidentally gave me the name of the other original referee as an alternate. I got confused, we have that one review and now I've asked for a second from Peter, now that the problem's been identified. No harm done.
However, the next paragraph of stupid boss' stupid e-mail is talking about how some individual didn't get the e-mail we sent asking for a review for this paper for the journal, and could it be that we have a problem whereby our mail is getting caught in people's spam filters? First of all, he might be talking about an entirely different paper that was written by one of the same authors some months previous to this -- he didn't make it very clear. Second of all, I went through every e-mail and document he's sent me. In none of them does he actually ask me to send an e-mail to this very distinctively named would-be deliverer of commentary. Finally, Michael and I actually fixed that issue in (I think) November so anything that would have happened before that? NOT MY PROBLEM.
So I've had to e-mail him and explain, yet again, that he screwed up another one of these stupid documents. Watch him try to find yet another way to blame me for his own incompetence at communication. At least Hilary's way makes sense; she's taken to using dictation tapes.
I love my job.
Going through the weekend's e-mails, I come across at least three from that bloody editor again. Two are useless attempts to work out what the hell I'm talking about in my two incredibly detailed e-mails from last week. The third ... well, the third is a perfect example of Miscommunication In Action.
See, there's this paper. We haven't even had it for three months yet and there's already stress from the authors. I suppose this is understandable, but it's still fucking irritating. Anyway, it turns out that one of the referees turned it down, and so I asked for alternate referees. This was back in October, when Hilary and I didn't have our system as refined as it is now, so they accidentally gave me the name of the other original referee as an alternate. I got confused, we have that one review and now I've asked for a second from Peter, now that the problem's been identified. No harm done.
However, the next paragraph of stupid boss' stupid e-mail is talking about how some individual didn't get the e-mail we sent asking for a review for this paper for the journal, and could it be that we have a problem whereby our mail is getting caught in people's spam filters? First of all, he might be talking about an entirely different paper that was written by one of the same authors some months previous to this -- he didn't make it very clear. Second of all, I went through every e-mail and document he's sent me. In none of them does he actually ask me to send an e-mail to this very distinctively named would-be deliverer of commentary. Finally, Michael and I actually fixed that issue in (I think) November so anything that would have happened before that? NOT MY PROBLEM.
So I've had to e-mail him and explain, yet again, that he screwed up another one of these stupid documents. Watch him try to find yet another way to blame me for his own incompetence at communication. At least Hilary's way makes sense; she's taken to using dictation tapes.
I love my job.