The totally motivationless showing of a wooden spoon
Happy belated birthday, enablelove! I'm sorry that I forgot it before. I hope you had a great day anyway.
Okay, so you won't get the subject line unless you grew up listening to the same radio station as I did. Basically, that's what I thought when yet again, I did a mental eye rolling, face-desking, sighing over my colleague again today. The one who had my job before me. I did some cleaning up again and some moving around of folders because I needed space near the end of the shelves for new folders so I squeezed the beginning. I found some nice stuff in some folders, too. Like pages like he tries to convince me I should make, too. Where I write down all the machines from one order that I work on and fill in technical data for all of them. Because that is a great overview to have for me and anyone else who should ever open the order and look at it. Yeah, right. Never mind that I don't even have the time to go see every machine in person and write every little thing down, those pages are the most illegible and hardcore failing at overview things that I've ever seen. He squeezes 20 machines on one sheet of paper, filling every available space with tiny chicken scratch. I'll have to show you one of those lists some time, because that is a thing of beauty.
I also found and got rid of some of the unnecessary stuff he keeps in the folders, too. Like, sometimes we get manuals from other companies that deliver a machine that we use in a washing line or whatever*. Whenever I get one of those, I see if I can use it in the manual we give to the customer. Mostly I can't, and then I keep one (!) copy of it in the folder for the order. Most companies give us two or more copies. He usually kept all of them. He kept manuals for motors and gearboxes that a) I can't give to the customer if they should ever need another one, because we're not supposed to give out anthing that has a different company name on it (therefore forcing the customer to buy spare parts from us), and b) those things are available with just a few mouse clicks on the internet. Christ. Every time I go on one of these cleaning sprees, my wastepaper basket ends up full.
* I don't know if I ever mentioned it, I do the technical documentation for a company that fabricates machines for recycling, and also whole units where you throw for example dirty PET bottles in and get clean PET flakes out.
Yesterday I dreamt that I was pregnant. In fact, I was already going into labor. It wasn't that hard, yet, though, so I went on a little walk with my family to the neighbor village. Unfortunately, the bus that was supposed to take us back didn't go, and I was getting a bit anxious to go to the hospital by then. I didn't know if it would be a boy or a girl, and I hadn't picked out any names yet. I was hoping to stop by our house and get a book with names and their meanings for some inspiration.
I don't know why I couldn't think of names in my dream, because I do have some names that I'd really like my (eventual future) children to be called: Emma Lotte, or Penny if it's a girl, Finn if it's a boy. Or a Peruvian name. I do rather like Yesenia for a girl. Or Ximena (with the x pronounced like in the German "acht"). And Javier for a boy (and not only because that's the carpenters's name...). Unfortunately, Javier in a German pronounciation would be hideous. Correctly it's pronounced
CH, again like in the German "acht", sorry, no sound like that in English
A, like in "large"
W, like in "world"
EE, like in "bee"
E, like in "best"
R, like in "arr".
My mom told me about a school friend of mine who is pregnant with her second kid. I asked about her sister and mom told me that "she married a man". I was all disappointed because I'd been so sure that she was a lesbian, until mom followed it with "then she got divorced. Then she married a woman." Ha! I found that funny. That girl's always looked like the prototype for a cliché lesbian. By which, by the way, I do not mean that there is a prototype for lesbians, just -- all the stereotypes a lot of people have when it comes to lesbians, she fulfilled them.
Okay, so you won't get the subject line unless you grew up listening to the same radio station as I did. Basically, that's what I thought when yet again, I did a mental eye rolling, face-desking, sighing over my colleague again today. The one who had my job before me. I did some cleaning up again and some moving around of folders because I needed space near the end of the shelves for new folders so I squeezed the beginning. I found some nice stuff in some folders, too. Like pages like he tries to convince me I should make, too. Where I write down all the machines from one order that I work on and fill in technical data for all of them. Because that is a great overview to have for me and anyone else who should ever open the order and look at it. Yeah, right. Never mind that I don't even have the time to go see every machine in person and write every little thing down, those pages are the most illegible and hardcore failing at overview things that I've ever seen. He squeezes 20 machines on one sheet of paper, filling every available space with tiny chicken scratch. I'll have to show you one of those lists some time, because that is a thing of beauty.
I also found and got rid of some of the unnecessary stuff he keeps in the folders, too. Like, sometimes we get manuals from other companies that deliver a machine that we use in a washing line or whatever*. Whenever I get one of those, I see if I can use it in the manual we give to the customer. Mostly I can't, and then I keep one (!) copy of it in the folder for the order. Most companies give us two or more copies. He usually kept all of them. He kept manuals for motors and gearboxes that a) I can't give to the customer if they should ever need another one, because we're not supposed to give out anthing that has a different company name on it (therefore forcing the customer to buy spare parts from us), and b) those things are available with just a few mouse clicks on the internet. Christ. Every time I go on one of these cleaning sprees, my wastepaper basket ends up full.
* I don't know if I ever mentioned it, I do the technical documentation for a company that fabricates machines for recycling, and also whole units where you throw for example dirty PET bottles in and get clean PET flakes out.
Yesterday I dreamt that I was pregnant. In fact, I was already going into labor. It wasn't that hard, yet, though, so I went on a little walk with my family to the neighbor village. Unfortunately, the bus that was supposed to take us back didn't go, and I was getting a bit anxious to go to the hospital by then. I didn't know if it would be a boy or a girl, and I hadn't picked out any names yet. I was hoping to stop by our house and get a book with names and their meanings for some inspiration.
I don't know why I couldn't think of names in my dream, because I do have some names that I'd really like my (eventual future) children to be called: Emma Lotte, or Penny if it's a girl, Finn if it's a boy. Or a Peruvian name. I do rather like Yesenia for a girl. Or Ximena (with the x pronounced like in the German "acht"). And Javier for a boy (and not only because that's the carpenters's name...). Unfortunately, Javier in a German pronounciation would be hideous. Correctly it's pronounced
CH, again like in the German "acht", sorry, no sound like that in English
A, like in "large"
W, like in "world"
EE, like in "bee"
E, like in "best"
R, like in "arr".
My mom told me about a school friend of mine who is pregnant with her second kid. I asked about her sister and mom told me that "she married a man". I was all disappointed because I'd been so sure that she was a lesbian, until mom followed it with "then she got divorced. Then she married a woman." Ha! I found that funny. That girl's always looked like the prototype for a cliché lesbian. By which, by the way, I do not mean that there is a prototype for lesbians, just -- all the stereotypes a lot of people have when it comes to lesbians, she fulfilled them.