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OH MY GOD DEATH BY A THOUSAND PAPERCUTS

I have spent all morning handling the kind of horrible tiny details that are at once both seemingly insignificant, hugely time-consuming, and vital to the continued wellbeing of my ducklings. Also I had to go to the Administrative Professionals' Day breakfast, which was nice enough, but I'm glad I didn't have to stay for STRENGTHFINDER! training. I have found my strengths. I don't think they want to hear about my amazing ability to write porn about people from the TV.

But because of all that, and because of the luncheon I'm catering (well, I say I'm catering it, truth is a local Mexican place is catering it, I'm just the Mexican Liaison) and because of the research work I got assigned this morning, I have not had a chance to even look at the last Dead Isle chapter or post the new one. I will do that this evening.

While I was writing that last sentence, three people came to talk to me about papercut issues. Not actual papercuts, metaphorical papercuts, but you get my meaning. I am metaphorically kick-flipping all the hell over the office solving crimes and taking names. (And office supply orders. And food orders for next week's lunch.)

Comments

[carmy-w.livejournal.com]

Isn't it fun to be the best juggler and fireman in the office? That's my unpaid job description, also!

I am the go-to person for any computer problem; if it's to complex for me, I call our Tech Geek, who diagnoses from there.
I am also the one who puts toner in the copier (WITHOUT getting it all over myself!) and finds all the fiddly bits of paper when it jams. I do the same thing with the fax machine, and at least do the paper-jam parts with the printers. A couple of weeks ago, when we had been short-staffed for the better part of a month, I did the regular supply run, to get paper towels, coffee, pop, hand soap, and all the other odds & ends one needs from the grocery store. And I'm the backup to the backup to the backup for the courthouse run and the post office run, if need be.

[twirlynoodle.livejournal.com]

Hooray I have a chance to catch up I mean sorry to hear about your harried day – glad at least you are thwarting wiles left and right and not succumbing to them.

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

I totally keep looking at your comments and being like MUST REPLY OHNOES NO TIIIIIME

[twirlynoodle.livejournal.com]

Haha, no worries! You've got a lot on your plate ... as long as what I have to say is constructive in any small way I am happy to keep chucking notes into the unanswered bin. :)

[dreamwaffles.livejournal.com]

Don't even stress, I can't even think about doing edits until I turn in my thesis. Which is due Friday.

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

GOOD LUCK!

[dreamwaffles.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much!

-dives back in-

[sadbhyl.livejournal.com]

My partner and I are both in jobs like that. We call it being nibbled to death by ducks. It's tough being the only grownup in the office some days.

[elf-amazon.livejournal.com]

*snrk* Ohhh, Lord, I'd forgotten that. I love that show.

[ravenofdreams.livejournal.com]

"I don't think they want to hear about my amazing ability to write porn about people from the TV."
But it's made you an internet celebrity!

[rednwhiterose.livejournal.com]

Paper cuts aren't so bad...now large envelopes...those things are mean and love to bite when you aren't looking...

[keeperofqkeys.livejournal.com]

That's what work was like two weeks ago for me. It started out with "Can you help us get this document ready to send off to the government?" and then it turned into a week solid of working late fixing a thousand minor mistakes and trying to get 11 people to agree long enough to sign off on the stupid thing.

I kind of want to go back to that. I'm starting a new project this week, in an out-of-state office, and every time I tell someone what I'm working on, they wince and apologize. And the project manager is retiring at the end of May, leaving me as the only person dedicated to the (over budget, behind schedule) project.

This is going to be a fantastic nine (or more) months.

[brightly-woven.livejournal.com]

This: "
I have spent all morning handling the kind of horrible tiny details that are at once both seemingly insignificant, hugely time-consuming, and vital to the continued wellbeing of my ducklings." is the story of my life. Although my ducklings are actual ducklings.pre-teen child and teen child involved in too many things that need FORMS.

[marymac.livejournal.com]

Ack, yes. I mean, that's kind of my job description and they told me so before I got into it, so I can't even whinge. But really, 40 grown developers and nobody tried TURNING IT ON AT THE SWITCH? Ahem.

But at least they give me plenty of entertainment while being hapless and bring cake on a regular basis. Eg: Boss has just tackled one of the Project Leads to the floor. I'm not even going to ask.