June 1st, 2007

Google - Work

Oh, dear...

I seem to have been sucked into Big Brother already... this kind of thing usually takes at least six weeks. Well, at least I'll know what people are talking about...

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Yup. Well and truly absorbed into BB this year. It's a bit like quicksand.

Apart from that, I also watched How Clean Is Your House? (which was more How Clean Is Your City?) and Embarrassing Illnesses, which was interesting but not quite as recoilingly entertaining as I'd hoped...

We also had v. nice sausages (courtesy of herringprincess) with cheeeeeesy mash for tea. Yums.

Today has been mostly okay, at least until 11.40. I've had a constant supply of work to keep me going all morning, most of which came in yesterday night (after 5.15, and only about two between 4.45 and then) and a few from this morning. At 11.35, there were five reasonably-lengthed tapes in the tray. at 11.40, there was one left. ONE.

Val took three of them (!!) and Sandra (an entirely different Sandra, but the name seems to bring me bad luck) wandered up, had a couple of chats, and took ANOTHER piece of work. I have no idea why the three pieces were taken since they were from this morning, but presumably it's because they've run out downstairs. In which case, they should take ONE piece of work, not THREE. Do these people have NO common sense?? *bangs head forcefully against desk*

And now the fee earners are panicking because their work has gone elsewhere. Which is not my problem. I tried to resolve the issue and it didn't work. Maybe it'll reach a point where the fee earners get so annoyed with having to make so many amendments they'll request certain WPOs don't touch their work. I can but hope...

I am also fed up with stupid Social Workers who can't read simple instructions - especially when those instructions are written in LARGE RED LETTERS and placed on the email in two separate places... (Just nearly had to deal with a phonecall from a Social Worker who I emailed on behalf of Ama. Obviously, the person he really wanted to talk to was Ama, not me, but my name was on the email. It's like LAC invite letters all over again. "No, I don't know why your child is in care. I don't know why you've been invited either. Just attend the damn meeting.")

Grr. I was in a good mood until that happened...
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