Before the blog police pull me up and ask me to walk a straight line bring my finger to my nose or submit to breathalyser I ‘m going to take this post for a quick spin around the block.
Like many activities, surfing the blogsphere is far more enjoyable after a couple of bevvies. Likewise, the end result falls short of the early elation. I suspect this will read somewhat differently tomorrow.
I note alcohol may not solely be to blame for the predicament of my health tomorrow; this last beer wasn’t properly sealed and tastes funny (even for Vic Bitter). Regardless how bitter the pill, I need some medication.
I don’t really want to fill this page with whinges about work. People have enough of their own problems not to concern themselves with mine. But there are always a few smug readers who will enjoy propping up their own self-esteem by comparing their sorry pathetic lives with even more sorry and pathetic ones. This is a community service for such an audience.
Sometimes when the inbound traffic is so overwhelming I like to set some simple goals on paper. This is a good tool; it helps me regain focus during the day and often records accomplishments that would have otherwise been forgotten.
Today I wrote a simple list of the more critical things to get done. I set it down on my desk and fired up the PC. There were ten new email messages to read and three more things to put on the list. Not a good sign.
Then the phone started. One call was a complaint and somehow it managed to also involve the police, family court and child services department (I don’t work in any of these areas). I took the complaint details on a web form, hung up and clicked print. Nothing but blank paper with an URL at the bottom. I tried using the menu to print – blank again. I saved it as something else – nothing.
After four tries I pasted the thing in a word document and finally it printed. This seems petty I know, but a 15 minute interruption nearly blew out to 25 minutes because complaints cant be hand-written is damn frustrating. I reopened the form and tried printing. This time it worked. Great, an unwitnessed and intermittent fault that if taken seriously will involve a 10 minute call to helpdesk and a day standing by to stand by. Bugger that.
The disruption obliterated what tiny line of thought I had left to compose a terse letter that was trying to quote two cross referenced pieces of legislation from separate statutes and a code of practice that I’d never worked with before.
The barrage of queries continued to pour in, as did a number of responses from yesterday’s activities from my jaunt out and about the suburbs. Its all a blur now, I just feel numb. There’s no way the work that needs to be done will see the light of day (whatever that means), if incoming>outgoing.
I’ve mentioned before how laborious the red tape is. I’d really like to introduce some efficiencies, cut a few corners, that sort of thing. Sadly Nervous Ninny Management Incorporated wont let the Grinder get away with his barely adequate efforts. I’m not especially proud of the quality work I’m doing at the moment, but lets move on and clear some of this rubbish so that time is available to be thorough.
Okay I’ll stop now. There’s more but this is probably enough. Lets just say that I found this morning’s to-do list underneath today’s aftermath of files, references, phone message and half written notes and found the days accomplishments were next to zero.
Maybe it’s the beer kicking in. How’s that Stones song go…something about ‘Sweet Sister Morphine…’? Time to put on some tunes.
Did I mention that last beer was really horrible. Some spirits should fix the problem. A pending blood test next week will no doubt evidence my liver’s opinion on this matter.
Who keeps moving the keys? Even spell check is having a tough time of this. Typing speed and accuracy are quickly running to opposite ends of their respective scales.