Word of the Day: Spaztastic
Jan. 10th, 2006 02:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Somebody shoot me. Oh, no, wait; somebody shoot him.
'Him', in this instance, is our chief editor. Total spaz. Spaz! Every time I turn around he's telling me about something that hasn't got done and then it turns out that it's because he screwed something up!
Him: (e-mail reads) "Mail this to people, please?"
E-mail: *is devoid of attachments*
Me: (e-mail reply) I don't think the attachment went through.
Him: *is in India*
Me: ...Shit.
Him: (three weeks later) Sorry; sorry.
Me: This document is missing bits.
Him: No it isn't.
Me: ...
Him: (a month later) Why didn't you do X, Y or Z?
Me: (penny drops) Ah. That would be the bits that were missing in your document. *pulls up document* The bits here, here and here?
Him: Ah. Well, my copy looks different and is on [different] subdirectory. I must have saved wrong. You didn't make it very clear.
Me: I told you that decisions were missing.
Him: Ah. Sorry. Right, so I'll ... make sure you get those, then. Next time this happens...
Me: (internal whimper) Next time?)
Him: ...send the document to me so that I understand what you mean.
Me: (internal growl) Must ... not ... kill ... man ... who ... ensures ... paycheque...
Him: Have we heard anything on the e-mail to Woman We Contact All The Time?
Me: *confused* Noooo...
Him: Ring her, please; we're waiting on an editorial. We are on a deadline here.
Me: *rings WWCATT*
WWCATT: *is clueless about editorial*
Me: *has bad feeling; checks sent file*
Sent File: *shows no record of recent message to WWCATT re editorial*
Me: *checks stupid 'missing bits' document on other subdirectory against one on mine*
My subdirectory: *no record of wanting e-mail sent to WWCATT*
Other subdirectory: "Please e-mail WWACTT about editorial, text below."
Me: Arrrrrgh.
Him: Have we heard anything from A, B and C?
Me: A's in, we're waiting on the okay from Hilary. B and C aren't in yet.
Him: Okay ... what about D?
Me: You rejected that paper two months ago.
Him: Did I?
Me: *shows documentary evidence*
Him: Ah. Well. How about E, F and G?
Me: E's one of the old papers I've been trying to get you to look at for a month and a half. *hands it over*
Him: ...Ah. And F and G?
Me: They've each got at least some commentary so they should be fine too. *gets F and G*
The last three? All today. Arrrrrgh. Want to hide under the duvet to get away from the STUPID SPAZTASTIC MESS!
'Him', in this instance, is our chief editor. Total spaz. Spaz! Every time I turn around he's telling me about something that hasn't got done and then it turns out that it's because he screwed something up!
Him: (e-mail reads) "Mail this to people, please?"
E-mail: *is devoid of attachments*
Me: (e-mail reply) I don't think the attachment went through.
Him: *is in India*
Me: ...Shit.
Him: (three weeks later) Sorry; sorry.
Me: This document is missing bits.
Him: No it isn't.
Me: ...
Him: (a month later) Why didn't you do X, Y or Z?
Me: (penny drops) Ah. That would be the bits that were missing in your document. *pulls up document* The bits here, here and here?
Him: Ah. Well, my copy looks different and is on [different] subdirectory. I must have saved wrong. You didn't make it very clear.
Me: I told you that decisions were missing.
Him: Ah. Sorry. Right, so I'll ... make sure you get those, then. Next time this happens...
Me: (internal whimper) Next time?)
Him: ...send the document to me so that I understand what you mean.
Me: (internal growl) Must ... not ... kill ... man ... who ... ensures ... paycheque...
Him: Have we heard anything on the e-mail to Woman We Contact All The Time?
Me: *confused* Noooo...
Him: Ring her, please; we're waiting on an editorial. We are on a deadline here.
Me: *rings WWCATT*
WWCATT: *is clueless about editorial*
Me: *has bad feeling; checks sent file*
Sent File: *shows no record of recent message to WWCATT re editorial*
Me: *checks stupid 'missing bits' document on other subdirectory against one on mine*
My subdirectory: *no record of wanting e-mail sent to WWCATT*
Other subdirectory: "Please e-mail WWACTT about editorial, text below."
Me: Arrrrrgh.
Him: Have we heard anything from A, B and C?
Me: A's in, we're waiting on the okay from Hilary. B and C aren't in yet.
Him: Okay ... what about D?
Me: You rejected that paper two months ago.
Him: Did I?
Me: *shows documentary evidence*
Him: Ah. Well. How about E, F and G?
Me: E's one of the old papers I've been trying to get you to look at for a month and a half. *hands it over*
Him: ...Ah. And F and G?
Me: They've each got at least some commentary so they should be fine too. *gets F and G*
The last three? All today. Arrrrrgh. Want to hide under the duvet to get away from the STUPID SPAZTASTIC MESS!
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Date: 2006-01-10 04:50 pm (UTC)(and explicitely not recommend rm -rf * while in there)
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Date: 2006-01-10 05:17 pm (UTC)