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It's not about me, it's about clue
Email conversations you don't want to have last thing in the day:
Email conversations you don't want to have first thing in the morning:
*headdesk*
ME: Please circulate the work you've done so far to attendees before the end of tomorrow.
THEM: Unfortunately, the webpages are too large to be sent via my email, so I will have to forward them to you all via UMS.ME: WTFFF?
ME: What format are these pages in? Can you gzip them?
THEM: They are screenshots from Paint in Word so each screenshot takes up more that my email allowance.
Email conversations you don't want to have first thing in the morning:
ME: I notice this [Reporter PDF] says "Orders of Examinations 2005" at the top of each page. Shouldn't it be 2006?
THEM: Whoops! it has been printed like that!
*headdesk*
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Or should that be YOYOYOY?
re (2): I shan't feel bad again about not knowing what day of the week it is sometimes. I've pretty much caught up with it being 2006, although I do catch myself starting to write ...19[mumble]. Old habits die hard. But if the ....20 part comes naturally it's incumbent upon one to differentiate between '05 and '06.
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Yesterday, I updated the file, detailing the changes made. So I copied the header from the previous section, and pasted it in at the top. I added the new changes. I updated the date in the section header. I updated the file in the repository, kicked off the repositiory labelling process and then the build process.
Ah hour later, the email came back from a colleague - I'd forgotten to update the version number in the section header.
Argh!
I never could get the hang of Thursdays
As for YOYOYOY, I have NFI. They were supposed to be planning out the structure of an area of the website, i.e. coming up with text outlines, sensible headings etc., or at most some kind of tree diagram.
The meeting where I'll have to come up with a tactful way of saying "Ummmm, WTF did you think you were doing?" (and also, being me, berate myself for obviously not being unambiguous-to-the-point-of-idiot-proofness about what was needed) is at nine in the morning on Tuesday, i.e. straight after the Bank Holiday. And that was only because ONE PERSON whinged and whinged and couldn't do any of the sensible dates/times, and then when we'd rearranged the whole thing around her said "Do I really need to come to this meeting?" (at which point I said "Yes" with a strong subtext of "Whether you damn well like it or not").
Eurghh. *flaps hands as if to make it all go away*