I'm thoroughly irritated.
For all practical purposes, let's call the reason of my irritation a female named L. I happen to be on the Editorial Board of my college. If anyone has had previous experience, you'd know how difficult it is to get people to complete their work on time. If not, well, trust me, it's harder than it sounds.
L just happens to be a good poet, and she has been working on a poem for 3 entire weeks. I'm not complaining here. I gave her all the time she needed to come up with her best work. When she was finally done, she gave me the hard copy, and asked me to mail it to the official magazine inbox as soon as possible. I even got her email address so I could send her a copy as well.
That evening, I sent the mail as promised, and alerted the other 2 Editors from my class that there was a new entry for the magazine. Late that night, I got a message from her. The following conversation took place.
L : "Plz don't send the poem to the Official inbox yet...there r lottsa corrections...wait up...i'm working on it right now..."
Me : (WTH! I sent the mail 4 hours ago!) "Juz lemme know the corrections. I'll make the changes the next time I log on."
L : "OK, fyn, open the Inbox and delete the poem. There are errors in words and punctuation."
Me : Yeah? Let me know by 2mro.
L : I'll bring it 2 u now after I'm done.
Me : (You kidding me?? It's midnight already!) Or you can make the corrections and send it yourself.
L : Ok. But delete the one that you sent.
Me : (I was pretty mad at her by now.) Look, only 3 people have access to that account. And the other two are travelling right now. I'm pretty sure they wont check the Editorial Board mailbox tonight.
L: Anyways, do it.
You can imagine how mad I was. I was already in bed, watching my routine episode of House MD before going to sleep. Grumbling to myself, I logged on through my mobile and deleted the offending mail. I thought that was the end of it, but no. There was more to come. The next morning, I met her downstairs.
L: I sent the mail.
Me: Good. Did you make the corrections?
L: Yes. You had put in a semi-colon instead of a full stop.
Me: Er. Was that the only correction?
L: Yes.
Me: (Deep breath) Right. I'll see you around.
It wasn't over. I just received a text from her saying, "Check if the poem reached the Inbox. Also, I want the poem to be aligned to the margin. I prefer that to central alignment. Make the change. Thanks."
I need to break something. Now.
That evening, I sent the mail as promised, and alerted the other 2 Editors from my class that there was a new entry for the magazine. Late that night, I got a message from her. The following conversation took place.
L : "Plz don't send the poem to the Official inbox yet...there r lottsa corrections...wait up...i'm working on it right now..."
Me : (WTH! I sent the mail 4 hours ago!) "Juz lemme know the corrections. I'll make the changes the next time I log on."
L : "OK, fyn, open the Inbox and delete the poem. There are errors in words and punctuation."
Me : Yeah? Let me know by 2mro.
L : I'll bring it 2 u now after I'm done.
Me : (You kidding me?? It's midnight already!) Or you can make the corrections and send it yourself.
L : Ok. But delete the one that you sent.
Me : (I was pretty mad at her by now.) Look, only 3 people have access to that account. And the other two are travelling right now. I'm pretty sure they wont check the Editorial Board mailbox tonight.
L: Anyways, do it.
You can imagine how mad I was. I was already in bed, watching my routine episode of House MD before going to sleep. Grumbling to myself, I logged on through my mobile and deleted the offending mail. I thought that was the end of it, but no. There was more to come. The next morning, I met her downstairs.
L: I sent the mail.
Me: Good. Did you make the corrections?
L: Yes. You had put in a semi-colon instead of a full stop.
Me: Er. Was that the only correction?
L: Yes.
Me: (Deep breath) Right. I'll see you around.
It wasn't over. I just received a text from her saying, "Check if the poem reached the Inbox. Also, I want the poem to be aligned to the margin. I prefer that to central alignment. Make the change. Thanks."
I need to break something. Now.
lol i hear ure frustration hun x
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ReplyDeleteIt is a shame things like this aren’t under covered under the terms of justifiable homicide. I admire your self-control. Stumbled across your blog and now following.
ReplyDeleteoh my, how frustrating! I think I might have broken a few things. You have great self-control! lol.
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