Here’s an excerpt from an email I sent someone concerning a committee meeting I was at today. Strong exasperated language ahead.
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We had a big discussion because I wanted to implement a plan where I do a usability test of the website to actually /see/ the problems people are having with it, then recode the website according to the results, then do another usability test to see if I succeeded. OH DEAR GOD you would have thought I’d suggested building a new wing.
—Isn’t that too much to do in the time alloted?
(We have TWO FUCKING YEARS in this cycle)
—Isn’t that too much for you to do on top of your normal job?
(Maintaining and redesigning the webpage is SUPPOSED TO BE THE PRIMARY FUNCTION OF MY NORMAL JOB)
—Well, why don’t we just redo the website and then do a usablity test
afterwards?
(A – you don’t know what to fix if you don’t know what’s wrong and
B – THAT EXACT PROCEDURE IS THE REASON WHY THE CURRENT WEBSITE IS SO FUCKED UP I AM TRYING TO FIX THAT!!)
I read “If Architects Had to Work Like Web Designers” off your sidebar the other day and realized (with great, wincing laughter) that it described my last two months of work exactly.
I’d just like to know in what plane of existence “afternoon installation” translates as “show up at 9:30 am and call you at work to find out why we can’t get in your house.”
That was the fourth scream-worthy thing that happened this morning. The day went downhill rapidly from there. A new car battery was involved. Really, a root canal is about the only thing missing here.
I shouldn’t say things like that—it isn’t midnight yet.
I just had to look up at both the clock and the calendar to see that this was all posted today. That was after checking the little blue potty timer (which sadly told me “0” for quite a while before I realized it wasn’t what I was looking for).
I haven’t had decent sleep for days. Ben’s decided to be a small infant again and need food every couple hours (with a scream for a snuggle or two in between those feedings naturally).
And now my modem got kicked offline. Quicken hates me. It’s told me for hours now that I have ~$2400 that I know I don’t have. The bank (for once) agrees with me. shakes head
I went to 45 minutes of Bible study this morning and then left because I realized that a) we weren’t ever going to get off the topic of shops we think are nifty and b) I was supposed to be somewhere else entirely.
Oh, and S&S emailed me to let me know what happened yesterday. A one line little thing.
Here’s an excerpt from an email I sent someone concerning a committee meeting I was at today. Strong exasperated language ahead.
————
We had a big discussion because I wanted to implement a plan where I do a usability test of the website to actually /see/ the problems people are having with it, then recode the website according to the results, then do another usability test to see if I succeeded. OH DEAR GOD you would have thought I’d suggested building a new wing.
—Isn’t that too much to do in the time alloted?
(We have TWO FUCKING YEARS in this cycle)
—Isn’t that too much for you to do on top of your normal job?
(Maintaining and redesigning the webpage is SUPPOSED TO BE THE PRIMARY FUNCTION OF MY NORMAL JOB)
—Well, why don’t we just redo the website and then do a usablity test
afterwards?
(A – you don’t know what to fix if you don’t know what’s wrong and
B – THAT EXACT PROCEDURE IS THE REASON WHY THE CURRENT WEBSITE IS SO FUCKED UP I AM TRYING TO FIX THAT!!)
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Relating. Oh lordy am I ever relating.
I read “If Architects Had to Work Like Web Designers” off your sidebar the other day and realized (with great, wincing laughter) that it described my last two months of work exactly.
I’d just like to know in what plane of existence “afternoon installation” translates as “show up at 9:30 am and call you at work to find out why we can’t get in your house.”
That was the fourth scream-worthy thing that happened this morning. The day went downhill rapidly from there. A new car battery was involved. Really, a root canal is about the only thing missing here.
I shouldn’t say things like that—it isn’t midnight yet.
I just had to look up at both the clock and the calendar to see that this was all posted today. That was after checking the little blue potty timer (which sadly told me “0” for quite a while before I realized it wasn’t what I was looking for).
I haven’t had decent sleep for days. Ben’s decided to be a small infant again and need food every couple hours (with a scream for a snuggle or two in between those feedings naturally).
And now my modem got kicked offline. Quicken hates me. It’s told me for hours now that I have ~$2400 that I know I don’t have. The bank (for once) agrees with me. shakes head
I went to 45 minutes of Bible study this morning and then left because I realized that a) we weren’t ever going to get off the topic of shops we think are nifty and b) I was supposed to be somewhere else entirely.
Oh, and S&S emailed me to let me know what happened yesterday. A one line little thing.
Yeah.