What my last post meant

I have been having a genuinely good time on Hollow City thus far. Not only did that one stupid Coffeeshop Mindscape Juvie Marauder thing (okay, not really, but it sounds cool) actually move a bit, but my character has actually got to know people yay! Fine, helping someone unload a U-Haul does not generally make for the most exciting roleplaying in the world, but for the "getting-to-know-you" bit, it's quite fun. I've been talking to the character's mun for awhile now, and we'd mentioned how it'd be neat if our characters met up; I just took the opportunity as it was presented. So now our characters have done the full-on 'formal introductions' deal ("Grace Curran. One Ragabash in DC refuses to call me anything but 'Dances-Skyclad-for-Singles', but I don't think that counts. Galliard. Glasswalker. Homid, or Monkey, depending on who you're hanging out with. And pretty much bottom of the totem pole, rank-wise" meets "Karyn Oliver Whispering Inferno, Cliath Ahroun Uktena". Guess who takes their life more seriously...) and are hauling a sofa with Grace asking how Karyn feels about cheesy 80s romantic comedies as an aside to 'do you have any hobbies?' Well, it's better than, while asking for directions to where the pack hangs out, adding an aside to the effect of, "Oh, and I'm also looking for a good ballet studio, a dojo and a reasonably upmarket strip club..."

Well, she is.

On the subject of roleplaying, looks like we're giving Changeling a miss this weekend. It's a small enough group that we can't really afford to lose anyone, and the set-up means that neonchameleon's character would be rather missed if neonchameleon was absent. I know the rule is generally, "One player down, we're still on" but I think that only works for a) really well established groups or set-ups and/or b) set-ups with more than three players in them. Oh well. Lie-in on Sunday.

I'm so glad this is a short week. I don't want to go to work today. I want to stay home in bed. Having to come back to work for the full five days after all that holiday would just be too cruel.

Ham-Fisted Editor Rides Again!

I. Will. HURT. That man.

Yeah, Ham-Fisted Editor and Lady Competence were back in today (bonus, though, is that they won't be in the office to bug me for another fortnight). And Lady Competence was beautiful as ever, but Ham-Fisted Editor added to his crimes over and over and over again today.

1) Hands me printouts of the decisions he's made. This is good. What is bad about this is that the first two full pages of this are things that Lady Competence has already dealt with over email. Not only does this waste paper, it also wastes time and makes me cranky because I still have to go over the stuff he's giving me and make sure it's done so I can check it off in all good conscience. I know I did send those papers to the referees, but I still have to make extra sure before I check it off, because if something goes wrong and people ask, I want to be able to say "I went over it. In fact, I had to go over it twice because Ham-Fisted Editor is mirroring Lady Competence's work now."
1a) Throwing the brand new referees that he's pulled out of his arse onto the sheet under the ones Lady Competence has already done with no indication that this was a transition point between stuff I've done and stuff I haven't. If I hadn't checked, there would be further unseemly bitching on their part. It would be my fault that papers did not go to the people they were meant to go to because he can't label things correctly. Argh.

2) Eats up my time and concentration by hovering in my workspace and bitching about how some of these papers have been waiting for decisions for six months. It is not my fault that referees are not bringing in decisions. There is no call to distract me from my daily duties by complaining about it as if I can actually track down the referees and turn up at their homes with a baseball bat and an ultimatum to the effect of "I will leave with that review or your kneecaps; choose wisely".

3) Hovers directly in my personal space (as in, breathing in my ear) when giving me more work. I put up with it from commuters because they have no damn choice. With others, I put up with it because it's a social thing and a sign of affection and y'know, it's only every once in awhile (usually cheek-kisses and half-hugs from future in-laws). And with some very few people, I will be that close deliberately, because I want to be. But I do not want his face three inches from my own. Not ever. No, not even if we're not facing each other. It's called personal space; look it up.

4) Gives me work when he can clearly see that I am working on something else, and expecting me to drop everything to do said bit of work.

5) Gives me work when he can clearly see that I am working on the thing he told me to drop everything else I was doing in the first place, and expecting me to drop everything-plus to get this next thing done instead.

6) Gives me work when he can clearly see that I am working on the thing he told me to drop the thing I was doing in the first place and the other thing for, and expecting me to drop everything-doubleplus to get this thing done instead.

7) NOT FUCKING WELL PAYING ATTENTION. That third new bit of work? After rooting around in the filing cabinet for about three seconds, he says, "I can't find this folder; can you find it for me?" I open the drawer that he just closed as he walks towards his desk, and what do I find? The folder he was looking for. Clearly labelled. In plain view.

8) Leaving the folders he's been looking at out and telling me to refile them because "I don't have the time". I understand that you are trying to catch a train home. Surely it is not hard to spent twenty seconds refiling the folders you took out in the first place. I am an admin, not a housemaid.

Is it too much to ask that he know how to do his job, and to pay enough attention to actually do said job properly? Is it?

I want to punt him through a waaaaaaaaaaalll...