>Isn’t that a great song? Anyway, I’m back at work and hate it. It’s not my job, I just hate working. I have to catch up on everything. It’s like the place freaking shut down while I was out. God forbid they should take a chance and use the temp while she was in here. No one is going to be able to come in here and do the job as fast as I do it. I’ve been here for 6 years. I do this admin crap in my sleep.
While I was away, one of my colleagues actually called me because he couldn’t figure out how to strike out some text in one of the programs we use.
I’m not the only one who knows how to use the program. It’s not MS Word, it’s some awful Windows based thing for these dumbass contracts. There is a button on the tool bar of the program with the letters “abc” struck out on it. Logic would tell most people that would be a symbol for strike through.
Instead of using the problem solving tools God gave him (i.e. his eyeballs), he calls me and asks how to strike out text. Luckily, I was on the plane when he called so I just happened to miss the call. I figured if he can’t find the “strike through” button after two hours of leaving me a voicemail, he doesn’t need to find it.
In the words of Peter Gibbons from Office Space, “It’s not that I’m lazy, it’s just that I don’t care. It’s a problem of motivation.”