Lists
I don't really understand why it's so difficult for people to understand things like "hey, when you get the list ready, put it on the whiteboard," especially when the whiteboard is sitting next to the guy's desk for the express purpose of his being able to write the list on it. Like, that's the entire purpose of the whiteboard. It wouldn't exist if it hadn't been willed into being by the people who need to see the list without having to log in to the shared drive and search for it. It's the whiteboard for the list, y'know? Kind of supposed to have the list on it. It's a bit listless without it. Er.. TheListless.
So, two days ago, I wrote up a nice format for him to fill out when he gets the list ready, with the date and different sections with blanks for him to fill in, and went to bed, secure in the knowledge that the list was going to be completed when I woke up, because he works the late shift and that would make it his primary work-type time. I get up in the morning and head into the office to look at The List, and, lo and behold, there's no List. All the blanks are there, and they're still blank. There's a total lack of pigmentation covering the whiteness of the aforementioned whiteboard, which is white. Much whiteness. Complete lack of information. I went to talk to him, and asked him if he didn't think that, perhaps, the flurry of stupidity that flowed from the list's being unavailable wouldn't have been relieved, at least in part, by at least some portion of the list having been made public. And he agrees, that, perhaps, that horrible thing wouldn't have happened had he written the list on the board.
Last night, I noticed, again, that The List had not been filled out, so I took it upon myself to seek out the information on the shared drive, and filled out the whiteboard -- which, as earlier mentioned, had been empty until this point -- with the information from the aforementioned files on the aforementioned shared drive. The information was there, and it was now available to the public which so desperately needed it.
This morning, I'm awakened by the sound of a door being horribly abused, and am chagrined to note that it is, in fact, my door which is being so abused, so I open the door in order to end its torture, finding He-Who-Does-Not-Write-The-List outside my door. The List is wrong. I wrote the wrong list. Really? 'Cause it was in the file where The List goes. Was there another List? Well, no, not really, I just hadn't finished The List until this morning. Oh, so you put The List in the File before it was Finished? Umm, yes. So, basically, List-Man, you're an idiot. Umm, yes.
Perhaps, maybe, hopefully, The List will be right tomorrow.
So, two days ago, I wrote up a nice format for him to fill out when he gets the list ready, with the date and different sections with blanks for him to fill in, and went to bed, secure in the knowledge that the list was going to be completed when I woke up, because he works the late shift and that would make it his primary work-type time. I get up in the morning and head into the office to look at The List, and, lo and behold, there's no List. All the blanks are there, and they're still blank. There's a total lack of pigmentation covering the whiteness of the aforementioned whiteboard, which is white. Much whiteness. Complete lack of information. I went to talk to him, and asked him if he didn't think that, perhaps, the flurry of stupidity that flowed from the list's being unavailable wouldn't have been relieved, at least in part, by at least some portion of the list having been made public. And he agrees, that, perhaps, that horrible thing wouldn't have happened had he written the list on the board.
Last night, I noticed, again, that The List had not been filled out, so I took it upon myself to seek out the information on the shared drive, and filled out the whiteboard -- which, as earlier mentioned, had been empty until this point -- with the information from the aforementioned files on the aforementioned shared drive. The information was there, and it was now available to the public which so desperately needed it.
This morning, I'm awakened by the sound of a door being horribly abused, and am chagrined to note that it is, in fact, my door which is being so abused, so I open the door in order to end its torture, finding He-Who-Does-Not-Write-The-List outside my door. The List is wrong. I wrote the wrong list. Really? 'Cause it was in the file where The List goes. Was there another List? Well, no, not really, I just hadn't finished The List until this morning. Oh, so you put The List in the File before it was Finished? Umm, yes. So, basically, List-Man, you're an idiot. Umm, yes.
Perhaps, maybe, hopefully, The List will be right tomorrow.