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captainsblogToday was the first day all week (and that includes Sunday) when I didn't feel I had a gun at my head to Git'R'Done. I finally crossed the threshold of backlog by mid-afternoon and left at a decent hour without feeling I had to bring work home with me. At least not for tonight; I might make tomorrow a Mental Health Day of sorts, and have a few things to do from home if it happens that way.
Tuesday was Typo and Weird Memo Day. My primary co-worker is celebrating her tenth anniversary in private practice, and decided to throw a party for (mainly) her referral sources at the end of this month. Plus, you know, us. It took all of ten seconds for me to see the typo in the address for the event. I'm a proofreader from way back, and invariably find at least a handful in every friend's novel I read. She switched to e-vites after I proofed the damn thing for her.
Meanwhile, a client got notice that it wouldn't be getting any more payments on a garnishment. The employer had played a bit of footsie about whether he worked there before I got involved, but with photographic evidence (including a picture of his Dodge Ram, complete with truck nuts, in the employer's parking lot), I got it to stick for close to a year until this word came down earlier this week. So I asked the client to put ear to ground about where he works, but also asked if they'd ever gotten payments from them so I could go after any large balances in his bank account. Good news: they identified an account. Bad news: the only check they sent me was for $50.00 and listed "box of porn" in the memo line.
I don't want to know.
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It was also Death to Voicemail Day. At least two clients, usually high-maintenance, called me Tuesday and I missed them, but no voicemails showed up on my mobile (where I forward such calls)... until the wee smalls of this morning. Others from yesterday were also late in showing up. I am not the only one in my office to experience this. They seemed better today, once I was paying attention, but who knows what I might have missed.
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Clients and co-workers aren't the only ones with these problems. For the past three-plus years, Eleanor has been getting incessant surveys from J.D. Power about her electric Smart Car. It's not surprising, since there are so relatively few of them on the road. But apparently, my little gas-powered version is also qualified for Survey SAYS purposes, and so JDP has been annoying the shite out of me, too, since I became a Smart owner in December.
It'd help, of course, if they got my fucking name right:
Roger. Over.
Tuesday was Typo and Weird Memo Day. My primary co-worker is celebrating her tenth anniversary in private practice, and decided to throw a party for (mainly) her referral sources at the end of this month. Plus, you know, us. It took all of ten seconds for me to see the typo in the address for the event. I'm a proofreader from way back, and invariably find at least a handful in every friend's novel I read. She switched to e-vites after I proofed the damn thing for her.
Meanwhile, a client got notice that it wouldn't be getting any more payments on a garnishment. The employer had played a bit of footsie about whether he worked there before I got involved, but with photographic evidence (including a picture of his Dodge Ram, complete with truck nuts, in the employer's parking lot), I got it to stick for close to a year until this word came down earlier this week. So I asked the client to put ear to ground about where he works, but also asked if they'd ever gotten payments from them so I could go after any large balances in his bank account. Good news: they identified an account. Bad news: the only check they sent me was for $50.00 and listed "box of porn" in the memo line.
I don't want to know.
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It was also Death to Voicemail Day. At least two clients, usually high-maintenance, called me Tuesday and I missed them, but no voicemails showed up on my mobile (where I forward such calls)... until the wee smalls of this morning. Others from yesterday were also late in showing up. I am not the only one in my office to experience this. They seemed better today, once I was paying attention, but who knows what I might have missed.
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Clients and co-workers aren't the only ones with these problems. For the past three-plus years, Eleanor has been getting incessant surveys from J.D. Power about her electric Smart Car. It's not surprising, since there are so relatively few of them on the road. But apparently, my little gas-powered version is also qualified for Survey SAYS purposes, and so JDP has been annoying the shite out of me, too, since I became a Smart owner in December.
It'd help, of course, if they got my fucking name right:
Roger. Over.
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Date: 2017-03-05 08:48 pm (UTC)FREE SOUTH AFRICA NOW!
would grow a disclaimer of "while supplies last," and
SAVE SOVIET JEWS!
got an appendage of "EARN VALUABLE PRIZES!"
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