Mind Reading

I am obviously not a mind reader. If I was a mind reader or clairvoyant, I woulda won the lottery and been able to make everyone friggen happy! Be happy damnit and don't piss on my parade. Eh...Whatever. Day 3 consisted of finishing off the pile of sorting that ended being what looks like 2 feet of papers stacked and organized and categorized into tidy piles. So now it's the first break time of the day and I can't complain too much with the exception that it's some kind of pay roll day and if I don't get the mail done in a timelier fashion someone gets their undies in a wad because they have to enter certain stuff before a noon deadline today. Had I know a certain part of the morning mail run needed to be posted by a certain time, I woulda expedited that portion a little snappier that the last two days I've done the mail. Not really my fault, but nonetheless, it's somehow my fault. I must have foreseen the urgency and purposely dug my heels in to make someone else's life miserable. I take no pleasure in purposely making someone’s life more difficult or miserable. Although there are times when I can think of fun and interesting ways to make someone else's life momentarily interesting, misery is not something I would truly wish upon someone; perhaps a little discomfort or anxiety, but not miserable. That's all I got for the moment. I can't think of anything else that has tweaked me this morning. :)

I have run out of obviously filing/sorting to do. So I'll describe the latest torture delight. It's what they like to refer to as "matching". Matching PO# with the company form which is supposed to have the PO# included as well. Not all companies have the same format, so digging for the PO# is a pain in the royal ass. The file drawer is about 3 feet off the ground, not bad for sitting in a chair to do this, but the drawer is just tall enough when sitting down that I have to stretch my arms over the drawer to reach for folders. Yippy. The folders in the drawer are so tightly files that if you try to pull one piece of paper out; three want to slide right along with it. Paper cuts galore if you're not careful. So I used finger condoms, which sound so obscenely funny to me at the moment. *giggle* I am a bit phobic of sharing other people's sweat, that includes finger sweat in a used finger condom. ICKY! Not to mention the types of germs and fungi that might have an opportunity to nest where they don't belong. EEEWWW.... That's just gross. So I've managed to swipe a pair of rubber coated gloves that fit snuggly enough to make "matching" easier and my hands don't get cut up or dry or coated in other people's cooties.

So far I have been told by many o' cubicle dweller that I will get sick. This building makes people sick, like germ sick or dust mite sick. Everything is carpeted, including the cubicle walls. So they cling onto every bit of dust, stink, and grime imaginable. I actually don't want to imagine all the little critters that may or may not have taken up residence in these walls. ICK! I am also thinking that handling paperwork from all over the world can't be all that healthy either, I've seen coffee and other food related stains on paperwork, some of which I don't want to identify. It was like this keyboard and station in general, nasty crap on the monitor, keyboard, and mouse than don't belong here. I've seen some real slobs in this building too. I am not innocent of slop on my desk at home, but home is home and I am allowed to accumulate things within reason. I am sure if this became a permanent station of mine, it would get decorated and cluttered with the daily junk of working a clerical job. I say clerical, because so far, there's not secretarial that I have done. In fact, I don't even have to answer this phone yet. The voicemail is flashing, but I don't have to check it since the woman that sat here retired and the message is supposedly telling people to call another number. Working in the first office on campus and getting calls for the veterinary school to make appointments for people's pets, it tells me that the moron on the other end is not listening to what the person is saying when they answer the phone with department, school, and name identifiers. Believe me, there was a day when I made appointments for pets and then told them I wasn't a vet nor was I the person to make those appointments with, but sure, I'd look at Fluffy if they really wanted me to do so for them. *sarcasm* It happened often enough that I had the extension for the vet school memorized. I eventually set up a speed dial to that extension to save the next poor soul stuck in that position the headache. Aren't I so nice?! =)

Oh yeah, here's a good one I found toward the end of my day yesterday! They DON'T provide us with Kleenex! Eh? You mean I gotta use ass scratchin' toilet paper if I gotta blow my nose? EH?! I'm just glad I keep a personal stash in my bag, otherwise all the sneezing and wheezing from the dust content around here would have rubbed my nose off of my face. :( That's kinda pathetic. Did I mention the disparity issues I have noticed on this campus? 1# had all new stuff, really nice Dells etc etc. Color laser printer and copiers too. Limited break room usage if not reserved for something else. Office #2, nice copier and fax. Lots of paper in many many colors. Good computers too. More stuff that they knew what to do with. Also limited break room usage if not reserved. Office #3 brand new Mac system with all the bells and whistles except anything useful like MS products. Their color copier was always broken. The mono copier was a sad jamming piece of shit, four printers that didn't work right, and pathetic out of date lap tops that made my old Pentium 233 look speedy speedy speedy. Iba! Iba! Andale! Andale! Iba! Iba! Ooh yeah one single female restroom on the same floor and NO BREAK ROOM! Office #4, my current office, is as I have described so far. A rat maze of dust and mostly out of date office machinery. Some of their systems are so archaic that they only have 3.5 inch disk drives and maybe a CD Rom! A USB port is a bit of a commodity around here too. I happen to have one of the more modern machine with a flat screen, but it's still a pathetic machine compared some of the other offices I have worked in. Bored yet? Hope not, this is only my lunch break and I have one fifteen minute break left! OOOH! And a 1:30 PM mail run! wOOt! It just keeps getting better and better.

Second break has arrived, a little earlier than intended, but the afternoon mail run was small compared to this morning. In just under an hour, I managed to get it done! Wheeeee! My next project involves other people's W-2 forms and matching them up with other bits of information, then photocopy the back sides of the other bits, because any original writing needs to go with the W-2. The back side is someone else's information that I have to match up with the photocopy that goes with their W-2. Confused yet? I know I am. I am going to be standing and/or running back and forth to the photocopier with this stuff. I can't set it down anywhere because of the sensitive information on these forms, so I have to carry the stack with me at all times or lock it up if I leave my desk! Eh? Ok, I get it, but there are two other people in the immediate area that can curtail other's some swooping down on my desk to snatch up someone else's information. Sheesh. This will at least keep my occupied for the rest of the day instead of "matching" which is about as fun as watching paint dry or corn grow.

I think that's it for the day. I mean I think I have typed a sh'load of stuff here. It's a good stress vent for me. I am not necessarily stressed, but I am definitely tuned into everyone else's stress vibes which in turn makes me a little cranky about their stress and projecting the frustration at me. I am here to help I guess. I'll take on the tedium of sorting and filing stuff to help them get their stuff done. Or something like that. I'd like to think I am being helpful rather than just taking up space to clean it up for the intern or whoever is getting this station once I leave or move or whatever. CIAO! Hope you enjoyed the read.




Mad Molly ~ Not angry~ Just crazy! Arrrrrrr


...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...