Fic rec!
The awesome dev_earl wrote Prince of Persia fic because clearly, there is not enough fic in this fandom. As a matter of fact, there is not even enough of a fandom out there. So, because dev_earl is awesome and gave in to my enabling, she wrote: This unlikely king by my side; Dastan/Tamina, wedding night smut. Go read now!
The swelling of my foot is not gone entirely, but I can see it becoming a little less every day. The itching is starting, which is a good sign that the skin is healing. My mom noticed the tattoo almost straight away and while I know she doesn't approve, she listened when I talked about it. My dad hasn't acknowledged it even a day later.
I had asked my colleague (THAT colleague) on Thursday morning to help me out with report by end of day Friday. I gave him pretty clear instructions on what to do, sent a template and thought it was all pretty straight forward. 20 past 5 he called me on Friday, asking me that a lot of things were unclear, he didn't know how to do them, etc. I was already at the train station, so I wasn't near a computer at all so I tried to answer his questions as best as I could.
Not only had I asked for him to take the raw data I had sent to him to pull it into a pivot table and then copy and paste it into the template, but also to write a few comments to interpret the presented data. At the end of the day, what I had asked him to do, was pretty basic and should be something someone with his or my experience in this job should be able to do half asleep. He sent me the report 1.5 hours later (just short after 6 PM - official EOD, i. e. time when you can go home) and it was a joke what he sent. He didn't fill out the template, he didn't write an analysis. All he did was pull the raw data into a pivot table, do a few calculations and mark things in red that he couldn't find in the original media plan. Which is bullshit.
What he did took me about 15 minutes once I decided to do the report from scratch in the evening since what he had sent was basically unusable. I ended up working until 1 AM, investing 4 hours because once more, I had to bear the consequences of my colleague's incompetence.
This is exactly why I'm scared to even think about going on a vacation. *sigh* Hoping Sven is gonna pull me out of there soon. I'm so sick of this shit.
The swelling of my foot is not gone entirely, but I can see it becoming a little less every day. The itching is starting, which is a good sign that the skin is healing. My mom noticed the tattoo almost straight away and while I know she doesn't approve, she listened when I talked about it. My dad hasn't acknowledged it even a day later.
I had asked my colleague (THAT colleague) on Thursday morning to help me out with report by end of day Friday. I gave him pretty clear instructions on what to do, sent a template and thought it was all pretty straight forward. 20 past 5 he called me on Friday, asking me that a lot of things were unclear, he didn't know how to do them, etc. I was already at the train station, so I wasn't near a computer at all so I tried to answer his questions as best as I could.
Not only had I asked for him to take the raw data I had sent to him to pull it into a pivot table and then copy and paste it into the template, but also to write a few comments to interpret the presented data. At the end of the day, what I had asked him to do, was pretty basic and should be something someone with his or my experience in this job should be able to do half asleep. He sent me the report 1.5 hours later (just short after 6 PM - official EOD, i. e. time when you can go home) and it was a joke what he sent. He didn't fill out the template, he didn't write an analysis. All he did was pull the raw data into a pivot table, do a few calculations and mark things in red that he couldn't find in the original media plan. Which is bullshit.
What he did took me about 15 minutes once I decided to do the report from scratch in the evening since what he had sent was basically unusable. I ended up working until 1 AM, investing 4 hours because once more, I had to bear the consequences of my colleague's incompetence.
This is exactly why I'm scared to even think about going on a vacation. *sigh* Hoping Sven is gonna pull me out of there soon. I'm so sick of this shit.