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It's no Field of Dreams mantra, but it's pretty much SOP here today.
Boss walks over to my desk, "When are the meetings for Tampa and Mobile?"
"According to the marketing brochure we put together [based on the scrawl you made on a photocopy of a desk calendar a month ago, then revised, corrected, re-revised, and finally might have circled], they're on August 4th and 6th. That's what we sent to the Coast Guard commanders."
"Shit, they're wrong. They're supposed to be on the 5th and 7th. Did these already go out?"
"Yes. You okay'd them when you signed the letters last week. Do you want me to send out corrections?"
Boss, I'm not gonna know something is wrong if you say it's right. When the notations I've got to work with are a city name, circled, with a box on either side of it, and an arrow curving around on the day beside it on the calendar photocopy. . . that's not exactly crystal clear. When some of the dates have arrows shooting out of them to encompass the full week for a Wednesday or Thursday seminar, that's barely coherent. I'm not paid enough to get bitched at for not knowing things you don't tell me, or to guess what your intentions might be.
The joys of working with someone who thinks only with his mouth open is that everything needs equal attention, because not only will he not remember everything he says, he'll assume that I have heard everything he thinks, even when he's in the next room and I'm working on something else.
Argh.
Boss walks over to my desk, "When are the meetings for Tampa and Mobile?"
"According to the marketing brochure we put together [based on the scrawl you made on a photocopy of a desk calendar a month ago, then revised, corrected, re-revised, and finally might have circled], they're on August 4th and 6th. That's what we sent to the Coast Guard commanders."
"Shit, they're wrong. They're supposed to be on the 5th and 7th. Did these already go out?"
"Yes. You okay'd them when you signed the letters last week. Do you want me to send out corrections?"
Boss, I'm not gonna know something is wrong if you say it's right. When the notations I've got to work with are a city name, circled, with a box on either side of it, and an arrow curving around on the day beside it on the calendar photocopy. . . that's not exactly crystal clear. When some of the dates have arrows shooting out of them to encompass the full week for a Wednesday or Thursday seminar, that's barely coherent. I'm not paid enough to get bitched at for not knowing things you don't tell me, or to guess what your intentions might be.
The joys of working with someone who thinks only with his mouth open is that everything needs equal attention, because not only will he not remember everything he says, he'll assume that I have heard everything he thinks, even when he's in the next room and I'm working on something else.
Argh.
