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The ineffectiveness of other people is really starting to put a cramp in my ability to train my replacement for this job.

She's super-smart and retains information like crazy (she's 22; I remember being able to just soak things up like that when I was 22) but I've already warned her that everyone around her needs regular asskickings to do the most simple of tasks. She needs access to several different websites and databases, but we're still waiting on two login-and-password sets that I requested a week and a half ago. One woman I knew would be an issue because I've had dealings with her before; she took down the building website, promised a new one inside of a week, and has yet to deliver on that conversation, which we had NINE MONTHS AGO.

The other guy says he'll do annoying shit I know he doesn't want to do, and then doesn't do it. It's entirely possible he forgets, but he's not very gracious about reminders I send him.

Life is simpler than this in ( A Cheaper World. )

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As if to punish me for retiring the Ninja Officeboy icon a day early, today the universe decided it would be really fun if three separate departments held all-day interview marathons. They have also been very casual about telling the MOBS of interviewees who to ask for, so sometimes I just have to guess until I get it right.

Also we had a client show up randomly and, once he discovered his rep was out, start peppering me with questions I was in NO WAY prepared to answer. I gave him the information I could, sent him on his way...and fifteen minutes later he CAME BACK with more questions that I still, not being his rep, could not answer. He was a loud talker, too -- one of the other reps, when he returned, sent me a single-line email:

Oh my god he came back!

Yes. Yes he did.

Coworker Crush has informed me that the 18th floor might as well be another country, and I've told her not to fear the graphic designers, that they only bite when provoked (18, in addition to my department and a few others, hosts the Communications team, a gang of merry misfits who were the only ones I wasn't afraid of sassing in my first few months here). I also promised to visit solely for her benefit, which is only a lie in the sense that no visit to the 19th floor will ever be complete again without me fretfully making sure my replacement isn't drowning.

I think it's really for the best that I'm gone next week. Not only will it make it impossible for people to come running to me with their problems, it also means I won't constantly hover over her and try to do her job.

NINETY MORE MINUTES.

I AM IN NO WAY FREAKING OUT.