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Summer Superhero Blockbuster
Jul. 14th, 2006 11:53 amSo it's the day before my holiday and absolutely everyone decides that today is the day they need to give me work.
Now, I honestly don't mind work. It keeps me out of trouble. But seriously. Ham-Fisted Editor did very little while he was doing the conference thing, despite the fact that I sent him everything as it happened. So instead of trying to do some while he was on conference, papers with all the referee data just sat there and mouldered for a month when all he was going to say was "Send it to a statistician". On top of that, half the fucking world decided to submit new papers between last night and this morning, and more are coming in even as I type, and yet more referee's opinions have come in. People keep randomly dropping work on my desk and no one seems keen to prioritise beyond, "This needs doing now.
Kicker? Michael approaches my desk this morning and goes, "So you're off next week. And you'll be sure to be all up-to-date before you go, won't you."
Oh yes. Of course I'm going to be entirely up to date by the end of the day, with a month's worth of work being dumped on my desk because Ham-Fisted Editor can't properly manage his time and having to make tea for fifteen people for this fucking Editorial Board meeting, which involves boiling two kettles minimum and general faffing of obscene proportions and the expenditure of half an hour's worth of time. That's so going to happen. OH yes.
Well, actually, it is, for secretly, under the guise of a mild-mannered Canadian, I am SuperAdmin, saviour of all disorganised management! Blessed with powers of super speed, ESP and slight precognition, SuperAdmin strikes fear into the hearts of overflowing in-trays worldwide! A month's worth of backlog all arriving on a desk at once is no match for SuperAdmin!
...Oh no! SuperAdmin's only weakness! The ... the Editorial Board tea party! Nooooooooooooooooooo!
Actually, what I'm going to do is copy-paste the decision letters exactly as Ham-Fisted Editor wrote them, and his atrocious grammar can go fuck itself. I don't care if he looks like a dipwad anymore. He is a dipwad. Anyway, I don't have time to fuck around with his decision letters today, not if I'm going to get Lady Competence's letters out and process the new papers.
(Edit: No I'm not. Then I'd look like the dumb one. So retyping shall happen. DAMNIT!)
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Now, I honestly don't mind work. It keeps me out of trouble. But seriously. Ham-Fisted Editor did very little while he was doing the conference thing, despite the fact that I sent him everything as it happened. So instead of trying to do some while he was on conference, papers with all the referee data just sat there and mouldered for a month when all he was going to say was "Send it to a statistician". On top of that, half the fucking world decided to submit new papers between last night and this morning, and more are coming in even as I type, and yet more referee's opinions have come in. People keep randomly dropping work on my desk and no one seems keen to prioritise beyond, "This needs doing now.
Kicker? Michael approaches my desk this morning and goes, "So you're off next week. And you'll be sure to be all up-to-date before you go, won't you."
Oh yes. Of course I'm going to be entirely up to date by the end of the day, with a month's worth of work being dumped on my desk because Ham-Fisted Editor can't properly manage his time and having to make tea for fifteen people for this fucking Editorial Board meeting, which involves boiling two kettles minimum and general faffing of obscene proportions and the expenditure of half an hour's worth of time. That's so going to happen. OH yes.
Well, actually, it is, for secretly, under the guise of a mild-mannered Canadian, I am SuperAdmin, saviour of all disorganised management! Blessed with powers of super speed, ESP and slight precognition, SuperAdmin strikes fear into the hearts of overflowing in-trays worldwide! A month's worth of backlog all arriving on a desk at once is no match for SuperAdmin!
...Oh no! SuperAdmin's only weakness! The ... the Editorial Board tea party! Nooooooooooooooooooo!
Actually, what I'm going to do is copy-paste the decision letters exactly as Ham-Fisted Editor wrote them, and his atrocious grammar can go fuck itself. I don't care if he looks like a dipwad anymore. He is a dipwad. Anyway, I don't have time to fuck around with his decision letters today, not if I'm going to get Lady Competence's letters out and process the new papers.
(Edit: No I'm not. Then I'd look like the dumb one. So retyping shall happen. DAMNIT!)
See icon for mood.