Job moaning and the melting point of chocolate
I am so bored.
We’ve had this ongoing project here in the Cave of Research for about as long as I’ve worked here. The people in the Hall of Transcription all handle dictations from our counselors—probably about 130-150 counselors. Each dictation fits onto one of 22 letter templates. Back in November we changed our company logo (or are we an organization? A bureau?) and the logo had to be taken off each letter. Small bits of the footers and stuff in the body had to be changed—from Division of Blah Blah to Blah Blah Vocational Blah. Instead of asking the fucking counselors to take five minutes and change their unique 22 letters, they asked me to do them all. And the other researcher, but she’s hardly here. And the real bitch was that they told me straight up that when the new design was approved in a few months, I’d be doing it all over again. That’s like … 3000+ letters each time, click, click, delete, swear, have a breakdown, urinate in pants…
So today I just got done with Round III, after the third revision, the third casual mention of “hey, can you go through and change these five points? Yeah, in all of them [all 3000 fucking plus). And as soon as I got done the boss stopped by and actually said that oh, that was nice, now I’d need something new to do, huh? And off she scuttled to Satan’s Factory, where new busywork is forged from the tears of old employees.
It sucks, but counterbalancing it is the fact that I really have no other responsibilities here. No research requests today, and I’ve exhausted the entire Internet. Which explains this rambling post.
Dave should now be on his way north, to see Sarah and Christine. I was interested in going, but am out of time off, at least for now. Also, during our drunken conversation, it seemed like there was some conflict or Dave had to go alone for some reason or just hates me and desires solitude. Hates me. So Sarah and Christine, if you read this, I did want to make it up there, but Dave hates me.
The problem of chocolate: I left four king-sized snickers in my car Saturday. Needless to say, when I retrieved them they were mush. Mush in plastic sacks. I put one in the freezer and gave it to dave, and I’m sure it was terribly hard. Another I put in the refrigerator here at work and it was hard and messy. The last I ate somewhat recongealed but mostly goopy. Yegh.
Obviously chocolate has a melting point. But at what point does it turn back to normal candy-bar hardness? Chocolate sustains its form at room temperature, so why does it not harden at room temperature after it’s already been melted? The candy bars stayed at room temperature for almost 46 hours now to no avail! Still a sloppy mess. Damn.
I’m done. Ryan, what time is your proposed dining experience?
We’ve had this ongoing project here in the Cave of Research for about as long as I’ve worked here. The people in the Hall of Transcription all handle dictations from our counselors—probably about 130-150 counselors. Each dictation fits onto one of 22 letter templates. Back in November we changed our company logo (or are we an organization? A bureau?) and the logo had to be taken off each letter. Small bits of the footers and stuff in the body had to be changed—from Division of Blah Blah to Blah Blah Vocational Blah. Instead of asking the fucking counselors to take five minutes and change their unique 22 letters, they asked me to do them all. And the other researcher, but she’s hardly here. And the real bitch was that they told me straight up that when the new design was approved in a few months, I’d be doing it all over again. That’s like … 3000+ letters each time, click, click, delete, swear, have a breakdown, urinate in pants…
So today I just got done with Round III, after the third revision, the third casual mention of “hey, can you go through and change these five points? Yeah, in all of them [all 3000 fucking plus). And as soon as I got done the boss stopped by and actually said that oh, that was nice, now I’d need something new to do, huh? And off she scuttled to Satan’s Factory, where new busywork is forged from the tears of old employees.
It sucks, but counterbalancing it is the fact that I really have no other responsibilities here. No research requests today, and I’ve exhausted the entire Internet. Which explains this rambling post.
Dave should now be on his way north, to see Sarah and Christine. I was interested in going, but am out of time off, at least for now. Also, during our drunken conversation, it seemed like there was some conflict or Dave had to go alone for some reason or just hates me and desires solitude. Hates me. So Sarah and Christine, if you read this, I did want to make it up there, but Dave hates me.
The problem of chocolate: I left four king-sized snickers in my car Saturday. Needless to say, when I retrieved them they were mush. Mush in plastic sacks. I put one in the freezer and gave it to dave, and I’m sure it was terribly hard. Another I put in the refrigerator here at work and it was hard and messy. The last I ate somewhat recongealed but mostly goopy. Yegh.
Obviously chocolate has a melting point. But at what point does it turn back to normal candy-bar hardness? Chocolate sustains its form at room temperature, so why does it not harden at room temperature after it’s already been melted? The candy bars stayed at room temperature for almost 46 hours now to no avail! Still a sloppy mess. Damn.
I’m done. Ryan, what time is your proposed dining experience?
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