Meeting of the Minds

Lately, it's been hard to get into a conference room on time in Cube City. People's meetings are running over the allotted time slots on a regular basis, and there are few conference rooms to go around anyway. But, really, I wonder why I've had to wait outside the door so much for people to wrap up their meetings. Don't we all hate meetings? Why isn't everyone making a mad rush for the door as soon as time's up, if not sooner? I don't know, but I think we need a meeting of the minds to get this right.

On My Nerves

Scissor Girl is getting a workout in Cube City this week with some serious carpal tunnel syndrome. Ironically, carpal tunnel isn't working my nerves near as hard as some of the people I'm working with...but before I go off on another tangent, I'll just stop typing and start repairing the nerve damage.

SOS

Yesterday couldn't have been more of a shit storm in Cube City. I'm working on a project with a really unorganized person right now, and I just hate it. After making massive edits to an unplanned project all day, I got a request at the end of the day to do everything over with a complete change of direction.

The person wanted changes "ASAP."

I'm not going to entertain you with what "ASAP" stands for in my world right now. All I can say is that lack of organization on one person's part does not constitute an emergency on my part. Not at the end of the day. Not after I handed you everything you asked for on a silver platter. You really can't have diarrhea of the mouth at the end of the day and expect people to clean up after you. I can only stand so much of a shit storm before needing to come up for fresh air.

It's a new day, but it sure feels like the "SOS" (same old shit).

Don't Try This At Home

Scissor Girl has got nuttin' to say today. I'm trying this 30-day workout experiment that hurts me physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Like a mutha.

Every day.

I'm on Day 7 of this workout experiment from hell, and it's not getting any easier. You know how there are times when focusing on work in Cube City is impossible because you're hurtin' like a mutha from stupid human tricks you try at home? That's where I'm at today.

It's My Friday

It grates on my nerves when cube dwellers brag about taking time off when they know damn well that you're going to be stuck in Cube City. They'll come up to you on a Thursday, grinning from ear to ear, and flauntingly say, "It's my Friday."

Don't you just want to smack them?

Well, I usually want to smack them, but now it's my turn. Guess what? It's my Friday! Yes, indeed, I am off work tomorrow. I'd brag more about it, except that it's my last day off of the year, minus one paid holiday weekend. So please hold the smacking. I think my Monday is going to last for the rest of the month.

Guesstimates

I don't like providing estimates in Cube City. I know they're important. But usually I don't have enough information about a project to provide a good estimate of how long it will take. I end up taking guesses.

I remember My Paper Boss telling me that he'd been providing estimates for 15 years and had no idea if any of them were ever close. He'd just throw out a number and never hear about it again. Maybe I should be more like him. Maybe I should just throw out my guesstimate and not worry about it anymore. I guess I just hate guessing.

Stapler Boy

Why do grown boys fiddle with things? I was sitting in a conference room with a grown boy yesterday, and he was fiddling with a stapler that someone had left on the table. He pressed the stapler down, extracted a few staples, and started unbending their edges. When he got bored with that, he tore the plastic cover off his iPhone and started pressing on the edges of the cover. I think he was trying to break his own property. I'm not sure what he was trying to accomplish, actually, but I find that boys -- in Cube City and elsewhere -- like to fiddle with things. I just don't understand why. I'm glad I am Scissor Girl, not Stapler Boy.