Headaaaache...
Mar. 8th, 2006 04:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianI am having one of those headaches right now. Ham-Fisted Editor is not helping matters.
He sent a list of things he wanted answers on, and I spent a good chunk of time on Monday looking them all up and writing down nice, neat, easy-to-follow notes on what's going on with them. So he just came by to go over that list. None of the ones he wanted to look at first were on said list, and yet he still expected me to know what was going on with them down to the last detail. Including one that, according to my records, had gone out to him some time ago but which he appears to have misplaced. So now I have to go digging around for a file that he has apparently lost.
When we finally got onto files I had searched for previously and had all the detailed commentary for ... some of it was stupid. First, the ones that haven't made it to stats reviewers yet because every time I'm about to send things off to stats reviewers, he screws everything up by telling me to send things to the very stats reviewer I planned to send the other stuff to - the only one who'll take things sent by email (seriously; the only two others who are even remotely reliable insist that we print them out and then spend the postage necessary to post them over simply because they don't want to be arsed to buy paper with what we pay them for doing the stats reviews), and the only one who's remotely quick about the procedure. It's a pain in the arse.
One was accepted and is awaiting revision, and he didn't even know. He makes those decisions, and deals with those letters. Mrrgh.
Michael claimed he sent one of the bits of commentary to Peter the week I was ill. He appears not to have done.
And then the doozy: we've been getting emails on emails about one resubmission, asking when they'll hear something about it. I have flagged up on a number of occasions the fact that, hey, it's ready to go for re-referral if the editors actually sit down and discuss whether the paper should be re-referred at all. Repeat: I HAVE TOLD THEM THIS REPEATEDLY. Apparently it has only just now sunk in, and I'm being blamed for the fact that it hasn't been dealt with yet. Something about how I shouldn't have put it in the filing cabinet until definitive action has been taken on the paper. Never mind the emails I have sent saying, "Have you two discussed that paper yet?"; it seems that those aren't enough of a reminder.
So my head hurts, my neck and back are stiff as anything, I am very tired and I want to go home more than anything else in the world. And yet I can't, because after I finally finish sorting through last week's mess (and I'm getting there) and the stuff that didn't get done on Friday (which was under last week's mess, because Michael took the stacks of supposedly helpful printouts and put them on top of my slightly more urgent stacks of "I'll do it tomorrow" work from the 22nd), I have this week's work and added mess and malarkey to get through because Ham-Fisted Editor loses file folders.
Shoot me. Shoot me now.
He sent a list of things he wanted answers on, and I spent a good chunk of time on Monday looking them all up and writing down nice, neat, easy-to-follow notes on what's going on with them. So he just came by to go over that list. None of the ones he wanted to look at first were on said list, and yet he still expected me to know what was going on with them down to the last detail. Including one that, according to my records, had gone out to him some time ago but which he appears to have misplaced. So now I have to go digging around for a file that he has apparently lost.
When we finally got onto files I had searched for previously and had all the detailed commentary for ... some of it was stupid. First, the ones that haven't made it to stats reviewers yet because every time I'm about to send things off to stats reviewers, he screws everything up by telling me to send things to the very stats reviewer I planned to send the other stuff to - the only one who'll take things sent by email (seriously; the only two others who are even remotely reliable insist that we print them out and then spend the postage necessary to post them over simply because they don't want to be arsed to buy paper with what we pay them for doing the stats reviews), and the only one who's remotely quick about the procedure. It's a pain in the arse.
One was accepted and is awaiting revision, and he didn't even know. He makes those decisions, and deals with those letters. Mrrgh.
Michael claimed he sent one of the bits of commentary to Peter the week I was ill. He appears not to have done.
And then the doozy: we've been getting emails on emails about one resubmission, asking when they'll hear something about it. I have flagged up on a number of occasions the fact that, hey, it's ready to go for re-referral if the editors actually sit down and discuss whether the paper should be re-referred at all. Repeat: I HAVE TOLD THEM THIS REPEATEDLY. Apparently it has only just now sunk in, and I'm being blamed for the fact that it hasn't been dealt with yet. Something about how I shouldn't have put it in the filing cabinet until definitive action has been taken on the paper. Never mind the emails I have sent saying, "Have you two discussed that paper yet?"; it seems that those aren't enough of a reminder.
So my head hurts, my neck and back are stiff as anything, I am very tired and I want to go home more than anything else in the world. And yet I can't, because after I finally finish sorting through last week's mess (and I'm getting there) and the stuff that didn't get done on Friday (which was under last week's mess, because Michael took the stacks of supposedly helpful printouts and put them on top of my slightly more urgent stacks of "I'll do it tomorrow" work from the 22nd), I have this week's work and added mess and malarkey to get through because Ham-Fisted Editor loses file folders.
Shoot me. Shoot me now.
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Date: 2006-03-08 05:45 pm (UTC)