Anticipation
Jan. 11th, 2006 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianMy boss (Michael) is nice. Generally distant, and I never know what he thinks of me, but he's nice. Still, I think he at least gets a better inkling of a) what I have to deal with and b) how good I actually am at my job after this last couple of days, where the bloody chief editor has been making my life a complete hassle zone. (Plus he's been talking to Hilary all day. Hilary likes me and compliments me often, which is nice. Today's comment was how well I know what's going on with the papers that are in, which I think has to do with years of practice tracking patient notes in various hospitals.) See, Michael had to leave early for a meeting, and on his way out:
Michael: So it seems that you're keeping up okay.
Me: Yeah, pretty much.
Michael: And I see you've got the hang of telling [Editor] that you're right and he's wrong.
Then we started bagging on the editor's grammar (which sucks rocks, incidentally; sentence structure is off and he punctuates pretty much at random). I like my job. I like my people.
Except that editor, who rang me twice on the wrong phone number after Michael left. First time was to tell me "That letter regarding [name] on one of my documents? Don't send it; I just realised I completely messed it up" (I paraphrase, but not much). The second time was to tell me, "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but when I said [name], I meant [other name that sounds nothing like 'name']." I see why he has at least two secretaries now.
End of Lost today. I'm totally knackered, but I wouldn't miss it for anything. It's nice just to have some little event to look forward to every week. Yes, the adverts suck, and there are certainly benefits to downloading the episodes, but just for this one thing, it's nice to have the anticipation, not just of the show but of having that one block of time reserved for nothing else but you, any friends / lovers you might ask to share your viewing experience, the warm comfy sofa and something cool on TV. Instant gratification is all very well, but some things are meant to be savoured. I just wish they didn't, in this particular case, have to be savoured with those 118 yahoos.
Michael: So it seems that you're keeping up okay.
Me: Yeah, pretty much.
Michael: And I see you've got the hang of telling [Editor] that you're right and he's wrong.
Then we started bagging on the editor's grammar (which sucks rocks, incidentally; sentence structure is off and he punctuates pretty much at random). I like my job. I like my people.
Except that editor, who rang me twice on the wrong phone number after Michael left. First time was to tell me "That letter regarding [name] on one of my documents? Don't send it; I just realised I completely messed it up" (I paraphrase, but not much). The second time was to tell me, "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but when I said [name], I meant [other name that sounds nothing like 'name']." I see why he has at least two secretaries now.
End of Lost today. I'm totally knackered, but I wouldn't miss it for anything. It's nice just to have some little event to look forward to every week. Yes, the adverts suck, and there are certainly benefits to downloading the episodes, but just for this one thing, it's nice to have the anticipation, not just of the show but of having that one block of time reserved for nothing else but you, any friends / lovers you might ask to share your viewing experience, the warm comfy sofa and something cool on TV. Instant gratification is all very well, but some things are meant to be savoured. I just wish they didn't, in this particular case, have to be savoured with those 118 yahoos.