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thessalian) wrote2006-04-10 04:27 pm
thessalian) wrote2006-04-10 04:27 pm
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The Other Reason I Hate Work
I am so unbelievably bored.
Honestly, there is stuff to do, but it's all fiddly stuff that I can do in five-minute chunks. I've sorted out the new papers -- all that needs to be done with them now is to attach them to an email to Peter and Hilary. I've sorted out most of the queries that have come up since I've been away, but since there weren't many (and at least one of them was Michael not being arsed to go through a folder properly, to wit: "I couldn't find the referee's opinion that the card says arrived." *search* "It was in the back of the folder." "...Oh. Right.") there's not much left. I have an hour and a half to do maybe twenty minutes' work.
Oh, and incidentally, I think Michael had an attack of the stupid last week. A second referee's opinion on a paper came in while I was away. Now, what I have to do with these is scan the two opinions, update the card and put it in the appropriate part of the T-card file, stick the whole thing in the the out basket and send the opinion (along with any others I may have two opinions for) to Ham-Fisted Editor and Lady Competence. Instead of quietly putting the second referee's opinion on my desk and letting me sort it, or just sending the whole thing to the editors and leaving me out of it, he did half the job -- put the second referee's opinion (sans cover letter) in the folder, put the folder in the out-basket, and updated the card, but didn't scan the opinion, send it to the editors or move the card. Then he scrawled some vague nod to what he'd done with everything on the cover letter and left that on my desk. Easy to sort out, relatively, but an absolute pain in the backside.
Get. Me. OUT. Of here.
*sigh* It could be worse. There could be chaos. I keep reminding myself of that as I watch the clock, contemplate eating the calendar and generally wish I was anywhere but here.
Still not king.
Honestly, there is stuff to do, but it's all fiddly stuff that I can do in five-minute chunks. I've sorted out the new papers -- all that needs to be done with them now is to attach them to an email to Peter and Hilary. I've sorted out most of the queries that have come up since I've been away, but since there weren't many (and at least one of them was Michael not being arsed to go through a folder properly, to wit: "I couldn't find the referee's opinion that the card says arrived." *search* "It was in the back of the folder." "...Oh. Right.") there's not much left. I have an hour and a half to do maybe twenty minutes' work.
Oh, and incidentally, I think Michael had an attack of the stupid last week. A second referee's opinion on a paper came in while I was away. Now, what I have to do with these is scan the two opinions, update the card and put it in the appropriate part of the T-card file, stick the whole thing in the the out basket and send the opinion (along with any others I may have two opinions for) to Ham-Fisted Editor and Lady Competence. Instead of quietly putting the second referee's opinion on my desk and letting me sort it, or just sending the whole thing to the editors and leaving me out of it, he did half the job -- put the second referee's opinion (sans cover letter) in the folder, put the folder in the out-basket, and updated the card, but didn't scan the opinion, send it to the editors or move the card. Then he scrawled some vague nod to what he'd done with everything on the cover letter and left that on my desk. Easy to sort out, relatively, but an absolute pain in the backside.
Get. Me. OUT. Of here.
*sigh* It could be worse. There could be chaos. I keep reminding myself of that as I watch the clock, contemplate eating the calendar and generally wish I was anywhere but here.
Still not king.