My mundane life continues. I haven't written much of late, but that's pretty much because I didn't really have much to write about. In some capacity, I still don't really have much to write about now. We'll just see how this goes.
Work continues to annoy me. It's never the actual work part because I truly enjoy my job. As has been the case of late, I'm getting increasingly fed up with the actual people I work with. I'm still seeing a lot of ineptitude in the office and more recently, I've had the opportunity to see some of this ineptitude firsthand and on an up-close and personal level, as it is sometimes left behind on the printer. There are a multitude of printers in the office and I happen to sit in especially close proximity to one of these printers. A few weekends ago, I had gotten bored from doing my own work and I randomly grabbed some of the crap that one of, of not multiple, coworkers had left on this printer. For a brief moment, I became an English teacher and proceeded to read and otherwise correct one of the reports that was left on the printer. My thought is that if someone went through the effort of printing out that short two-page report, they were likely done and otherwise content with the final product. Why go through the motions of printing out that report if it wasn't complete and effectively, a final product that they were preparing for submission to their supervisor? I remain convinced that the subpar product I read was actually going to be submitted for approval and that worker's supervisor would have signed off on it, as if it was a good, quality report.
I don't have any specific examples as to how bad this short report was, but it sure as hell wasn't anything good. There were so many typos in it. A lot of it didn't make sense, due to questionable grammar and generally poor syntax. Sentences were poorly constructed. Commas and periods don't cost a thing to use, but this report was also lacking in that regard. If you're asking me, whoever had written it didn't bother to give it a once over before they saved it. Not a single ounce of effort was set forth to proofread this thing and it showed. They wrote it, saw that they were done, and proceeded to print it out.
They also forgot to get their report from the printer.
After reading and correcting this report, more for my own entertainment really, I decided to go through the effort and see if I could identify who exactly had authored that report. It took me only a few minutes to verify who wrote that report and as much as I want to say that I was surprised, I really wasn't.
Lilianna is one of the newer, though supposedly seasoned workers, to have transferred to our office. I don't care for her. She is not very personable and she walks around the office with a perpetual case of resting bitch face. I suppose if I wrote like she did, I'd probably walk around the office looking mad all the time too, upset with my inability to put coherent sentences together, as well as with my struggle to communicate effectively in the written form. The other problem I have with Lilianna is that she is a lead worker (sort of a second in command of her work group, just behind her immediate supervisor), who theoretically should be a much better writer than she is. Lead workers are also somewhat responsible for training incoming workers and if this is how Lilianna is writing herself, she's passing on her flawed and defective writing skills/advice to the other workers in her work group, many of whom I am convinced came into the job with questionable writing skills, if not worse than what Lilianna is apparently cranking out.
I had intended to leave her poorly written report at her desk, complete with all the corrections and changes that I had made. Though she only sits four cubicles away from me, I ultimately made the decision that that was much too far for me to walk and I decided to not even bother.
Fuck it.
Though I got paid to look over her report and correct it (though management probably would not have been entirely happy with my doing so, being that I essentially pointed out how they really screwed up by promoting such an inept worker to the position of "lead worker"), I made the decision that she didn't deserve the benefit of the corrections I made. I don't think I destroyed the document. There's a good chance that I probably have it somewhere in my possession.
Now, onto more important things, beyond the nonsense that is plaguing the office.
My right calf doesn't hurt like hell anymore. It's now only minimally sore. I'm still not going to be running on it, but at least now, I can walk normally without looking like I'm having to drag my entire right leg because I was struggling to bend it at the knee. I also maintain this newfound fear that the next time I suffer a charley horse, I could end up being nearly crippled all over again and that the resulting pain could take another week to heal. I'm just glad that I can walk normally again.
That's all I have for now. I wish I had more exciting things to write about, but I don't.
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