Wednesday, December 09, 2009

exactly how intelligent should the monkey be?

Yesterday I was tasked with some data entry. Usually this is a welcomed change from the usual, but I guess I just wasn't in the mood. After two minutes I had the hang of it, and the thought occurred to me: "You could train a monkey to do this."

I started wishing someone would ask me how the data entry was going so that I could say, "Like most of what I do here, you could train a monkey to do this."

Then things got kind of meta when I decided that that sentence needed an adjective. I spent at least an hour while I was entering data trying to decide which adjective would make the phrase the funniest.

"You could train a smart monkey to do this, like most of what I do here."

"You could train a kind of dumb monkey to do this, like most of what I do."

I repeated this sentence over and over, for an hour, substituting different levels of intelligence. I tried out smart, pretty smart, unexceptional, mediocre, kind of dumb, pretty dumb, and mentally challenged.

A smart monkey is funny because of its precision. The job is too easy for a dumb human being, but just right for a smart monkey. Unexceptional and mediocre appealed to me because I was trying to picture teaching a monkey how to do what I was doing, and I liked the idea that you could go out and pick any monkey, you wouldn't even have to find a smart one. The more bitter I became, the more "pretty dumb" appealed to me.

By the end of the day, I was trying to decide whether you would have to teach the monkey how to read before he could do the job. I reasoned that you wouldn't, as long as he was really good at matching pictures. Letters are pictures, words are pictures, etc. I decided that you would first want to try to teach an illiterate human being, just so you knew what you were getting yourself into with the monkey.

What can I say? I have a brain, and it demands that I find something for it to do.

Friday, December 04, 2009

i hate you. i'm leaving.

I just got an email from one of my co-workers. Notice I say co-worker, not supervisor.

Subject: Copy/print

Please print the attached on color letterhead and prepare a FEDEX to go to:

[Landlord's address and also, for some unknown reason, landlord's phone number.]

Thanks!

Co-worker, Not Supervisor

CNS does this to me all the time (and the "please" and "thank you" are not always present). And even though I've explained at least three times that I don't have any letterhead and have to put his stupid letter on his letterhead before I print it, and then have to correct all the wonky formatting that happens when I copy his stupid letter over, and have sent him his letterhead more than once, like, for this very purpose, he still sends every letter as a blank word document and asks me to print it on letterhead. OMG, you're an idiot, and I hate you.

I thought about sending his letterhead over to him and explaining, yet again, that I can't just print his letter on letterhead, that it requires a ton of reformatting, and it would be really awesome if in the future he could just compose his letter on his letterhead, novel concept! Also, maybe you could get mapped to a color printer so that printing letters could be your own problem! But then I realized that what I really hope is that there's no future. I hope I'm long gone before CNS ever needs to send another stupid letter.

That's the attitude I'm taking with all the annoyances at work. No need to correct or confront people about the things that drive me bat-shit crazy, because with any luck there won't be a next time. I'll be at a new job doing actual work instead of copying numbers onto bills and taping pieces of paper together.

When I'm here, I feel like a 10th grader still forced to use those preschool safety scissors. Every now and then I feel like screaming, "Do you people even realize that I'm really smart?" I feel frustrated and demeaned and like I'm at serious risk of having my brain atrophy. I'm constantly screaming "I hate you!" in my head and then, like a salve, "I'm leaving."

Monday, November 23, 2009

i'm a google girl, but thank god for outlook

I totally forgot to pay the rent for our two Canada locations. Again. Outlook totally just saved my ass.

Friday, November 20, 2009

this is your brain on new moon

I just spilled sweet and sour sauce on my desk. Here are the thoughts that followed, in the order they occurred:
1. Don't get it on the carpet for fuck's sake!
2. Ooooh, that kinda looks like blood. Mmm, Edward. *Homer Simpson slobbering noise*
3. Don't get it on your pants for fuck's sake!

At least I kept my priorities in order throughout the emergency.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

michael's new trick

Five or six times a day, Michael asks, "Is there anything I can help you with?" The first few times he did it, I was unnerved. I wasn't really doing anything at the moment. Should I be doing something? Is there something I'm supposed to be doing that I'm not, and this is his subtle way of getting the ball rolling?

No, he was just being nice. I interviewed Michael about his new habit tonight. His first reaction was to ask, "Is it bad?" Umm, no, unless you're another husband who is totally being shown up. Here's what I learned:
  • He does it at work too (this made me feel a little less special, but okay, moving on)
  • He asks it because he asks a lot of me
  • It's not like when someone asks you how you're doing and expects to hear "good" and move on with their life. He's totally okay with me assigning him a task if there's something to be done.
Then I just had to ask. "Does this have anything to do with Kate Gosselin?" His answer: "Well, I don't want to end up like Jon..." Jon & Kate Plus 8 is like a Scared Straight program for husbands!