January 26, 2004
Toxic
Well. I put in a full work week in the span of two days this weekend. Thirty-six hours in one weekend. That's just plain absurd, but in this case it was necessary. These documents were so messed up, I mean, they were tore up, they were that bad. So, we left there with platinum halos over our heads and an open contract to come back and format their documents again as necessary. Believe me, it would be my pleasure if it would prevent this kind of mess in the future. Some of the formatting was so bad that it could only have been made by a conscious decision on someone's part. I mean, who puts an odd page section break in running text? I can think of instances where it would be appropriate, but nothing I saw last night merited an odd page section break. It would have been enough to let the text flow naturally. So we began to think that they made these formatting decisions just because they could, you know? Please, step away from the keyboard.
The three of us had a lot of fun working together again, mostly at their expense, but they deserved it. There was one person who will forever be known as "Chicken Lady" simply because all she could talk about was a big bucket of KFC, extra crispy. And had you seen her, you knew she would have had the whole bucket to herself. And the mashed potatoes. And the biscuits.
I was home by 5:30 a.m. (sic) and so sick I couldn't work today. I called in and just couldn't make it. They've been letting me go early because they haven't had enough work for me anyway, so I didn't think it would be a big deal. We'll see. I'm a temp for crying out loud. Who cares? But what's really funny is that last month I was broke and unemployed. This month, I've got two jobs and, well, I'm still broke, but I'm working my ass off. Be careful what you wish for.
