Possumblog

Four hours.

From 9:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m., with a couple of unscheduled pit stops to rid myself of the Diet Coke I should have known better than to drink. Then again, at least I had an excuse for being able to get up, if only for a moment. And a much better one than just wanting to go absolutely insane and start screaming for everyone just to shut up if they didn't have anything substantive to say.

Overall, there was probably about twenty minutes of actual value, the rest was just people restating the same thing in a multitude of ways, spouting jargon, or confusing identifying a problem with solving a problem.

Another source of blabberosity (and irritation) is the coworker I have who thinks she is a complete and utter authority on computers, and if she's having a problem tends to think everyone else must be having the same problem, leading to much ranting as she goes on and on about how she can't find files, or can't e-mail something, or how sometimes the document margins go all the way out to the edge of the screen and sometimes don't, or how opening an image file with MS Word just fills up the screen with random letters and numbers. It would be much easier if she could just bring herself to admit she's a neophyte and might need some training, instead of trying to lecture everyone else about how to do things.

That prison guard gig keeps looking better and better.