Todays - What Grinds my gears

[hellkat]

I am in a battle of bureaucratic words with some jumped up little power-hungry twonk at the central department of policies.

If she would just do as was fucking well asked (add myself and three colleagues to their mailing list) instead of writing bossy emails full of atrocious mid-european continental syntax, things would be hunky dory and we could all get on with our fucking work.

I may not win this round but I have to be seen to have made the various requests. Its very annoying that I can't just write "Pull your finger out of your lazy arse and put us on the list, luv"- without risking an international scandal of abusive-colleague syndrome.

She has not grasped that we are doing this for the greater good.
And now having fired off a series of emails in a fit of efficiency, I am on Friday afternoon sabbatical, leisurely running a series of minutes summaries through Copilot to give me a paragraph on each subject.

Even when i am not working, I am working.

Meanwhile, a self-important cohort of bombastic lunatics are killing innocent people in the name of international relations, and other people are having to have their life-saving operations cancelled.

Really I don't know why I bother.

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Not nearly as interesting in real life.

[stinkwheel]

Ahh, the good old international diplomacy.

So having managed to find a messy workaround to get export documents printed out and spending an hour filling in, rubber stamping and initialling in the correct colour pen. The final part of this particular job is to go and look at boxes of cheese in a lorry. Confirm the batch numbers and container numbers are as expected and apply a seal to the container.

I arrive to find a half loaded lorry with an angry looking Latvian lorry driver and an exasperated storeman having an animated argument via google translate as to whether or not the totally standard euro pallets everything in the whole world is transported on are "too big" for his container lorry. With extra pointing and arm waving.

Given more than half of them are already inside the fecking lorry at this point would suggest to me that they are, in fact, not "too big". But what do I know?

Anyway. By this point the storeman was busy offloading them again with a degree of flounce and overall attitude I didn't think it was possible to put into operating a pallet truck. I left and told them to call me back if they decide they aren't too big after all. Otherwise, a whole new document will be required if they find a less sizeist driver to take them.

This whole process took a total of three and a half hours of my day and an 18 mile round trip. Happily, I get paid on a salary and since the certificate was issues as requested, it will also be billed. I suspect the only person missing out here is the lorry driver... And the Dutchmen who will be wondering why their cheese is late.
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