28 June 2007
Quote:
"Who's
gonna tell you when
It's too late
Who's gonna tell you things
Aren't so great"
--Drive (The Cars)
Today was terrible, I was so weak. I cried at work out of sheer frustration! I've never cried at work, not in five years, and I've always been proud of that fact. Today I cried because a translator had asked the same stupid question for the forth time. It's just unbearable to read. And unbearable to hear myself swear at their stupidity over and over again. Surely they can't be that stupid? It must be me!
As a kind of
result from that episode I wrote an e-mail to the team saying
that was
going to change the query procedures. I should have done that
long ago
because answering their stupid questions takes up too much of
my time and
doesn't add any value to the projects. Plus, I've realised that
nobody is
reading and implementing my answers, so obviously nobody cares
anyway.
Emma e-mailed back straight away telling me off, because I
should have
discussed it with her first, and claiming I were refusing to do
my job.
Answering questions is not part of my job. I've created
this
procedure myself, and I can just as well destroy it!
Woahaoahaoaha!!
I've tried the certification test for the third time without cheats and failed again. So now my account is locked, and if anybody wants me to take the test again they can send me the cheat sheet. I'm not wasting another hour on reading trick questions from a pub quiz full of typos and grammar mistakes! It's an insult, really. If I had paid for the training and were presented with these types of questionnaires I would sue the company.
Must be PMS. And not drinking. And something else.
Because of the train alterations I have decided to go to Manchester Airport tomorrow night already instead of Saturday morning. I have no guarantee that 4 AM training will actually run, and I don't want to get stuck at the station at that time of the day without any alternative. So I've booked an airport hotel for a fortune, and will probably have to pay extra for the train as well. They should really let me travel with the ticket I have, especially if the train I am booked on gets cancelled, but I failed to convince the station staff today. So I'll just push my luck tomorrow.
Day 4
Holes In The Brain