There is nothing worse, I think, than thinking you are almost done with a project and then being handed something extra.
That's what happened last Thursday when we were told that the format we have been using for the Unit Manual is incorrect.
I have been spending the last two nights doing nothing but cutting, pasting, fixing and re-doing...and I am exhausted. I mean, REALLY exhausted. My neck hurts, my fingers hurt and I have had enough of computers all together.
I have also had enough of The Hive. Again.
I know, I know...I do nothing but complain but it does get better once in awhile and then a brand new tangent seems to hit and WAM the nuts are out in force. Since I have no idea of the 'secret societal influences' that are driving some of these goof balls it stops being interesting and becomes confusing.
Mark, one of the Editors, wrote a great Editorial in the Sunday paper about 'trolls'. Now, from what I can gather, a troll is someone who goes onto a blog site and hijacks discussion threads. I see that happening all the time on The Hive and it is weird because it is obvious there is some sort of hidden agenda going on with these nut jobs. One does not have to be a sociology professor to see the personal vendetta's that are being pursued and it really is sad. I mean, come on...don't these people have lives? Do they have no friends? Do their families all hate them? Are they really examples of what one of my POST instructors described: weird old men, in their underwear, sitting up at 3am hunched over their computers and sending out public record act requests or freedom of information demands?
So anyway, one of the LOM(s) is now demanding that Mark take back his editorial and is exhorting everyone to call Eric, the publisher of The Bee, at home and demand that Mark be forcibly removed from the offices of The Modesto Bee.
I don't get it.....
Since I don't get it, I don't really care but it is an odd experience. I liken it to being 4 years old and watching the adults get drunk while playing poker - and sensing that, besides Mom, I'm the only one in the room who isn't completely whacked out of their minds.
Last night was the last class for RCIA for the month of July. We will be heading to Franciscan University in 3 weeks for our annual training. I am so excited. I have turned in two of the six papers I have to write in five years and if I have the where-with-all to do so I will write the third paper before I go and turn it in to Patty and Gary in person.
Pray for all those people who are hung up on ego there at The Bee. It is a weird and oddly fascinating group to be a part of and to observe. Kind of like a car wreck - only all the cars are full of clowns.