[glares at clock]
You know what else didn't help?
My task at work this week has been checking to make sure one of our databases was updated properly by my predecessor. On my left monitor, I have had a spreadsheet full of thousands of numbers rounded off to two or three significant figures, and on the right, a spreadsheet full of thousands of numbers expanded out to seven decimal places, and it is my job to ensure that the right monitor's numbers round to the left monitor's. I have found, over the three days I have now devoted to this project, that the best way to go about this is to sit back as far as I can in my cubicle and spread my fingers out so that the tips appear to be just below the particular numbers I am comparing at any given moment.
This morning, while I was busy checking numbers and thinking very loudly to myself "Don't think about tonight...don't think about tonight...", one of the guys I work with* pointed out that I looked approximately like this:
...only in a desk chair with a computer in front of me and a Doctor Who calendar and some poetry on the wall behind me.
Then he said, "You know the finale's tonight, right?" By the grace of one mystical being or another, I managed to say, calmly, "Yeah, it's very exciting, isn't it?" instead of "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHAAAAAAHDWHYISN'TITEIGHTO'CLOCKYET**. Oh, and phrack you for reminding me."
And, just to finish off his hat-trick in today's game of Make Ms Pudifoot Even More Eager Than Usual for It to Be Quitting Time, he made a point of coming by my cubicle just before I left to remind me not to forget to watch the finale tonight.
Yeah, thanks. I've got it covered.
* Incidentally, this is the same guy who, later today, decided it would be hilarious to start a rumour that I am from Austria. This wouldn't be problematic, except that there are people who missed the part where it was a joke, and now I get people who are earnestly interested in discussing Austria coming up to me expecting to have a moment of enlightenment and/or bonding. I can deal with the pranksters; it's the poor people who want to practice their German with me that make me annoyed about the situation.
** I'm central. Doesn't mean I actually get to see it any earlier than anyone else, though.
My task at work this week has been checking to make sure one of our databases was updated properly by my predecessor. On my left monitor, I have had a spreadsheet full of thousands of numbers rounded off to two or three significant figures, and on the right, a spreadsheet full of thousands of numbers expanded out to seven decimal places, and it is my job to ensure that the right monitor's numbers round to the left monitor's. I have found, over the three days I have now devoted to this project, that the best way to go about this is to sit back as far as I can in my cubicle and spread my fingers out so that the tips appear to be just below the particular numbers I am comparing at any given moment.
This morning, while I was busy checking numbers and thinking very loudly to myself "Don't think about tonight...don't think about tonight...", one of the guys I work with* pointed out that I looked approximately like this:
...only in a desk chair with a computer in front of me and a Doctor Who calendar and some poetry on the wall behind me.
Then he said, "You know the finale's tonight, right?" By the grace of one mystical being or another, I managed to say, calmly, "Yeah, it's very exciting, isn't it?" instead of "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHAAAAAAHDWHYISN'TITEIGHTO'CLOCKYET**. Oh, and phrack you for reminding me."
And, just to finish off his hat-trick in today's game of Make Ms Pudifoot Even More Eager Than Usual for It to Be Quitting Time, he made a point of coming by my cubicle just before I left to remind me not to forget to watch the finale tonight.
Yeah, thanks. I've got it covered.
* Incidentally, this is the same guy who, later today, decided it would be hilarious to start a rumour that I am from Austria. This wouldn't be problematic, except that there are people who missed the part where it was a joke, and now I get people who are earnestly interested in discussing Austria coming up to me expecting to have a moment of enlightenment and/or bonding. I can deal with the pranksters; it's the poor people who want to practice their German with me that make me annoyed about the situation.
** I'm central. Doesn't mean I actually get to see it any earlier than anyone else, though.