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Name: Clawed
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Note to Clawed: Projects are fun. Finishing projects for other people's birthdays is very fun. But the next time you decide to stay up until one in the morning working on said project, I'll murder you. But I got it finished enough that Finch and I can complete it today. yay! I got the replacement for my wonderful, wonderful shirt which I ironed a hole in. Yay!! My mocha Frappuccino had slightly congealed mocha. Ya...ew. ew! Things I Want In An Office: MY iPOD!! A desk that's high enough that I can cross my legs beneath it without sinking my chair down to the point where my butt is almost on the floor. A chair with a back support that actually adjusts high enough to be properly placed on my back. Unsupervised work so that I can prod the internet when I'm bored (I work faster when I'm allowed to distract myself from time to time. No, really - I've proven that before. I work MUCH faster when I can browse the internet and distract my brain while I'm working.) A document holder. PLEASE. my own private Dr. Pepper and Mocha Frappuccino dispenser. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. (What, I can dream!) *yawn* boy am I bored. I mean, like DAYAM bored. My supervisor is leaving at noon, and didn't have anything for me to do. I'm currently doing busy work, yawning my head off, and it's only *looks at watch*... oh lord, it's only 10:30. I gotta be here until 5. *shoots self* *goes in search of Dr. Pepper* I'm staring at a yummy Mocha Frappuccino and I still need something else. I think my brain wants the carbonation and whatnot. yay addiction.. *feeds it* ... what? I like Dr. Pepper. Can you blame me? *hits desk with knee* six inches, people! That's it! just six lousy inches. Too much? FOUR would do it! Four little inches... not hard, really. Four inches, and my keyboard wouldn't be below the level of my knees. Of course, a footrest and room to extend my legs wouldn't be bad either. Also being turned so that my monitor in no way faced the rest of the room. And a chair with a headrest. And halflife. That would make things better. There are rumors that the Owners may let everyone go home early. I'm not holding my breath, but it sure would be nice. gah... *whacks watch* go FASTER. IT HAS NOT ONLY BEEN TEN MINUTES! GRRR *froth* I did get a chance to complete my binder-clip pencil cup, though. It works remarkably well, and is almost stable. As long as I don't move it, it will hold my pens and pencils. (well, pens and sharpies. No pencil.) Yay Sharpies. So the program I'm currently (supposed to be) working in is DOS. I keep screwing up the records I'm supposed to be filling out because I keep trying to use windows-based keyboard shortcuts and it's not working. for example, no cut-and-paste. Control validates the field rather than allowing one to jump whole words. The worst one for me is end - it's a field-clear command, and when I mistakenly hit it, erases the whole field. Grr. ^^ I'm so tempted to leave ASCii drawings in the files somewhere. Some of these fields are blank and stacked up. I wish I could remember how to do creepy eyes.... _____ ______ (0) (0) not quite. ~ ~ \0\ /0/ \ \/ / \ / \/ O.o? Shadow, what did you do to my creepy eyes? I walk away for five minutes that this is what I come back to?? Are you trying to tell me something.... ? mmm caffeine. only fifteen minutes until lunchtime... >.< please, people. I know that many/most of you don't know how to put different ringtones on your phone. That's cool. I know that most phones come pre-loaded with decent ringtones. That's cool too. But for heaven's sake, if I hear one more overly cute, ear-piercing default/preloaded ringtone playing at a brain-bleeding volume, I'm going to smash said phone over your head. If it has to sound like a bad midi, at least make it sound like a *phone*. I'd rather hear a standard "ring-ring-ring!!!" than a blaring rendition of something like "it's a small world." 'course, I'd rather bash my own foot with a hammer than listen to something like "it's a small world." Also, please to be obeying the "no cell phones at the desk" rule, and the unspoken addendum that cell phones should not be heard ringing at the desk. Sound off, people. *eyes the phone at the cubicle next to her* It's beeping once a minute, going "There's a message! Pay attention to me!!" *beep* >.> *beep* >.< two hours later... ah,silence. .... *beep* o.O how many phones in this blasted cube farm beep?? *eyes cube farm* I can't believe I work in a cubicle. It *is* better than a plain old desk with no cubicle, but nowhere near as good as an office. My cubicle has a post in it, though, and my desk hides behind that, so it's a little more private. Here, allow me to try to demonstrate: (image removed due to it looking crappy when posted) It is also the smallest cubicle in the office. Which actually suits me just fine. Except for the legroom. And lack of space for my paper. And the busted chair. (Yes, I am very, very, very bored. And it's almost a three-day weekend. And by this point, very few people are actually working anymore. ) Boy I hate IE. But the code is broken on 6 out of the 7 websites we use to sign new hires up for their benefits, and only - ONLY - works under IE. Since there's no point in having two browsers (though I may go to that for the convenience), I use IE7. And I hate it. I hate the fixed toolbars. I hate the lack of extensions. I hate the security holes. I hate the way it does tabs. I hate dealing with it's cookies/history/whatnot options. It *is* an improvement - in some ways - over IE6, but not enough. oO I rant, and find a plugin that addresses some of those issues. IE7Pro - free, and has things like adblock. Still not firefox, but it's a bit more useable now. Just proof that I should ramble on more often. *resists the urge to spin around in her chair* I wanna go hooooo~oome, don't have much to dooooo~~, can't bring myself to fiii~iiile, nobody really cares aaa~~~aanyway, supervisors already goooo~oone. Sooooo bored. Hoping nobody notices. So far, nobody has. Since nobody but me is really sure what I'm up to from one minute to the next, everyone assumes that whatever I'm up to is really important. It's kinda nice. I'm learning to take advantage of it again. *beep* ... damn phone... ... the two newbs across the cubicle wall from me are cooing over kid pictures. It's a low murmer of "aww, so cute, how adorable." etc, punctuated by occasional "OOH! *squeel* look at at that cute little *insert body part here*". Gag me. My break's not for 15 minutes. ..Wow. somehow the day is over. Yay!
I'm a little office supply scavenger. :) My poor little cubicle was... well, sad, really. But now it's getting better. (I even have a trash can). Needed a place to put papers = big red clip scrounged out of the supply room (oh, how I miss my supply room at the firm!) and a paperclip bent open to hold it to the cubicle wall. Suddenly - wall mounted paper clip. Needed a place to keep pencils = pencil cup made out of concentric rings of binder clips left over from a filing project. The top of my tower has become a place for spare files. My cubicle is just barely big enough for my computer, me, and a trash can (I can't even really fit my knees under the desk), but it's starting to look like someone works here, and not just somewhere I'm stuffed in a corner! even though I'm stuffed in a corner. It's really an improvement, though, just having somewhere to keep pens and paper. ^^ and from my cubicle, I can hear the claims adjusters. I wouldn't be a claims adjuster for any amount of money. I'm currently listening to one of their supervisors argue with someone about the need for an investigator to ... ya know, investigate a claim. No, Mrs. Concerned Parent, we can't just send a check. We don't even know if our insured is liable. We're not saying he isn't. We're not saying he is. We're not arguing with you one bit. We're not insulting you. But we do need someone to investigate the claim, to find out what happened, to investigate the policy, to see if it's even covered, and to tally this all up in a non-biased manner. Then we can get around to settlements and payouts and whatnot. But first we have to know what happened. No, I'm not angry with you. No- no, ma'am, I am not arguing with you. I agree with you. Yes - no, ma'am, I am not admitting liability. I can't do that without an investigation. No - yes, ma'am, someone will be investigating - yes, your vehicle too. We need to examine - I'm not arguing with you, ma'am! Yes, sir, as I was telling your wife, we need to investigate the incident, and review the policy. Yes, sir, it is probable that the driver was at fault. We still need to do an investigation. No - yes, sir - no, sir, I am not shouting at you. Sir, if you don't stop yelling at me I will terminate this call. Sir - yes, sir, that is the same information I told your wife. I am not trying to argue with you. We will conduct the investigation and then begin the settlement. Well, sir, that usually takes anywhere from 24 to 48 hours. Yes, sir, I tried to tell you that earlier. Yes, sir, I understand that you have bills. Yes, 48 hours. Yes, sir, I'm glad you think that's not so unreasonable. Yes, I understand - I would be concerned if it was my son too. For half an hour I listened to him. All he wanted to say was that they're not going to pay out without investigating, and an independant company will be coming to look at documents and vehicles and injuries within 48 hours of the incident. For half an hour, the woman, then her husband, screamed at him so loud that I could hear it through a phone handset, two cubicles away. This, people, is why I don't work customer service. But yes, the cubicle scavaging is working. The supply room is.. well, pathetic would be too generous a term. It rates a D- - just barely functional. I presume there are more supplies somewhere, behind a locked door I think. Getting them is a pain, though - I had to really justify getting a jar of sortkwik, a sticky substance you rub on your fingers to make it easier to sort paper. They cost about 75 cents apiece - I used to buy them for the firm. I hate to think of what i'd have to do to get a real pencil cup, or (heaven forbid) an inbox. (I stole the trash can and liner off the DO NOT GRAB shelf. I got tired of having to hunt down empty cubicles to do things like empty my two-hole punch. I think tomorrow I may try for a tape dispenser. Wish me luck.
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