Most of them have to do with my job.
Which is stupid, because I should just shut up and be happy I have a job.
I am happy I have a job.
It involves dealing with the public a lot.
Which makes me crazy.
This morning Funeral Home A sends me an obituary for the paper.
This afternoon, they send me a revised copy of the obituary.
An hour later, they call me with changes to the revised copy.
An hour after that, they e-mail to say oops, we sent it to you by mistake and the family doesn't want to pay to have it run in your paper.
Which leaves me wondering at what point did anyone actually TALK TO THE FAMILY or let them proofread the obituary before sending it out.
See what I mean?
This happens all the time.
Thing number two: we have been without an editor at our paper for six months. I have absorbed a lot of the editor's duties. I have not absorbed any of that position's salary.
We finally hired a new editor. He started today. He is in his office. The lights are on. I presume he is home. People keep giving me his work, like he is not there. This is not making either one of us feel very good. It is making me want to hit someone very hard with a large, blunt object.
But I am not a violent person. I smile. I say, you need to give that to Brian. Brian is the new editor. I am not Brian. I am no longer doing Brian's work. Well, actually, I am still doing a fair amount of it. I hope that will change soon. I am not holding my breath.
And finally, crazy-making thing number three: what ever happened to commitment?
I scheduled an interview a week ago. Before I hung up the phone, the party I was going to interview said, you'd better call us that morning to see if we're going to be around that day.
WTF? I thought we just made an appointment. Why WOULDN'T you be around? That's why I called to MAKE the appointment in the first place, so we could find a time that was mutually agreeable.
Okay. Done. Rant over. Still crazy.