Thursday, October 06, 2005
Today It Hits The Fan
Situation: Given a task that must be completed no later than close of business today.
Problem: I don't know what the hell I'm doing, and the experts who do know are all out.
Even Worse: I just sat through 3 hours of instructions on how to complete the task, yet I still don't know what the hell I'm doing.
Possible Solution: I can either sit and wait for the experts since I've given up all hope on accomplishing this myself, or I can just fake a migrain and go home for the day.
Times like this I think of Dr. McCoy(me) from Star Trek yelling at Captain Kirk (my boss):
"Damn it Jim, I'm a Historian, not an Auditor!" These numbers are like Klingonese to me.
I should have joined the Coast Guard.
posted by El Capitan at 1:13 PM
11 Comments:
said...
I'm sorry - Good luck, whichever way you decide to go...
1:25 PM
Melinda said...
Hmmm, appears to be a durned if you do/durned if you don't kind of quandry...
I'd vote for waiting, although that 3 hours of instruction seems like it should be a mitigating factor...hmmm...
Well, how about if I try to noodle this out for your rather than doing my work & we'll call it even? I could write you a note? Then, if it all hits the fan, you can blame it on me.
Michael said...
Funny, I always say "I shoulda joined the Air Force."
5:54 PM Michael said...
Oh, and still working the bayonet issue...I havent given up yet.
5:55 PM said...
I say damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.
7:25 PM said...
There are always slots in the Army Reserve.... ;P
8:58 PM Allison said...
LOL...well if you hurry now you can get a slot with me at Huachuca. That would be way too cool to even happen.
Seriously, it's normal to have those days. The frustration can be maddening.
NotClauswitz said...
Gaaak, numbers! Forget it. I seriously avoid doing professional type things with numbers, I can do them three times and get four different results - I can't even bill my own services accurately. They just kind of swim around making shapes.
6:28 PM Melinda said...
I hope no update means that you brilliantly solved the problem and they sent you on a tropical vacation as a reward and not that they buried you beneath a pile of numbers in the mop closet.
12:19 PM Fermina Daza said...
Yeah, but if you were to join the Coast Guard, they might send you to Sitka, Alaska...
2:26 PM Allison said...
Yo, dude...where are you! You're missed around here, bro.
6:17 PM