Spent over a month designing and coding the highest priority project in the history of my company only to have my boss tell me that it's really not that important and that I should go back to doing regular tech support. Then find out that they've got other people doing what I've already done because they didn't even look at the early prototypes.
get off work at 1am. wake up at 5am. drive 40 miles into the city at 3.50/gal. sit down in the chair. have my blood pressure taken. get stabbed in the face 4 times with lyda-/nova-/whachima-cane. have mouth loaded up with blocks and suction and mirrors and drills and pokers to hear the good Dr. say, "Oh. Well, you haven't healed from your last visit. You're going to need to come back for this another time."
Perfect. Today my coworker has been driving me crazy huffing and puffing literally all day about how much work she has to do. I kept thinking "Well if you wouldn't spend so much time B#$ching and moaning about it, you'd probably be done already. Look at me, I finished my work hours ago and now I get to surf the net!" I bet she wouldn't like that much.
For me, pretty much every time I've ever had to deal with the Department of Motor Vehicles. The last time was for a "random selection letter." Because I had the car in the mechanics for a while, I hadn't had the insurance. So I had to travel back and forth across town to get all the paperwork to prove the car hadn't been working. First it was form "A," then they told me to go get form "B," finally form "C." Each new form required travelling from one about an hour or so to the other side of town to get another piece of paperwork to turn in. Finally after a week of running around they decided they would suspend my license anyways. Whoopee.
I believe Frustration should be inversely proportional to Happiness so that with more happiness, you are less frustrated and vice versa.Frustration versus waste may no be the right tempo.
It's really interesting how we all get such different things out of this card. I guess it's because we all bring different "baggage" into it. The simple graphs on these index cards are so much more elegant and intriguing than a 1,000 word rant.
My first thought was mostly about ecology issues. I observe all sorts of waste around me, in packaging materials, gas consumption, junk mail and catalogs, etc. and I get frustrated because I don't know how to do anything to make it better.
Aware + Helpless = Frustrated.
Specifically, I once spent 3+ hours on the phone, trying to convince companies to stop sending catalogs to me. It slowed them down for a couple of months, but then everything came flooding back into my mailbox again
This site is a little project that lets me make fun of some things and sense of others.
I use it to think a little more relationally without resorting to doing actual math.
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Spent over a month designing and coding the highest priority project in the history of my company only to have my boss tell me that it's really not that important and that I should go back to doing regular tech support. Then find out that they've got other people doing what I've already done because they didn't even look at the early prototypes.
Oh, dear. Mine's too distasteful to say. Eek. I think you may have opened a can of worms you'll regret with these two words!
Constipation?
Accidentally Ripping Your Last Condom?
Wallpapering would have the axes the other way round.
For me it's time. I waste an incredible amount of time when I become frustrated....Mostly because I become very irritable.
Use of the word "whilst"
get off work at 1am.
wake up at 5am.
drive 40 miles into the city at 3.50/gal.
sit down in the chair.
have my blood pressure taken.
get stabbed in the face 4 times with lyda-/nova-/whachima-cane.
have mouth loaded up with blocks and suction and mirrors and drills and pokers to hear the good Dr. say,
"Oh. Well, you haven't healed from your last visit. You're going to need to come back for this another time."
Perfect. Today my coworker has been driving me crazy huffing and puffing literally all day about how much work she has to do. I kept thinking "Well if you wouldn't spend so much time B#$ching and moaning about it, you'd probably be done already. Look at me, I finished my work hours ago and now I get to surf the net!" I bet she wouldn't like that much.
hmm... i see this graph going multiple ways... lol
Gen ed classes. Specifically, the three-credit busywork course designed to make me a "global citizen".
Um... *this* is an award-nominated blog? Try actually writing something.
What are you talking about, bim? She writes a lot. It's just formatted differently than you're used to.
Try performing a two weeks experiment without following the protocol appropriately. My present job has been like that for six months.
One word: spam.
Clamshell packaging holding personal electronics accessories.
McMansions invading my sweet, diverse neighborhood of small, affordable homes. How much room does one family need?
hey...i really liked the way you've been expressing yourself here...three cheers for a blog that's made a mark for itself...keep it coming!
your new regular reader,
the lone wolf
http://thepessimisticamateurpoet.blogspot.com/
For me, pretty much every time I've ever had to deal with the Department of Motor Vehicles. The last time was for a "random selection letter." Because I had the car in the mechanics for a while, I hadn't had the insurance. So I had to travel back and forth across town to get all the paperwork to prove the car hadn't been working. First it was form "A," then they told me to go get form "B," finally form "C." Each new form required travelling from one about an hour or so to the other side of town to get another piece of paperwork to turn in. Finally after a week of running around they decided they would suspend my license anyways. Whoopee.
Bottled water. All that plastic used up, when someone could just buy one nice bottle and reuse it over and over and over and over and over...
why!?
procrastination. or men.
Spending an hour and a half dicing up a thin silicon wafer, only to break every single piece while trying to peel them off the dicing tape. Argh!
I believe Frustration should be inversely proportional to Happiness so that with more happiness, you are less frustrated and vice versa.Frustration versus waste may no be the right tempo.
It's really interesting how we all get such different things out of this card. I guess it's because we all bring different "baggage" into it. The simple graphs on these index cards are so much more elegant and intriguing than a 1,000 word rant.
My first thought was mostly about ecology issues. I observe all sorts of waste around me, in packaging materials, gas consumption, junk mail and catalogs, etc. and I get frustrated because I don't know how to do anything to make it better.
Aware + Helpless = Frustrated.
Specifically, I once spent 3+ hours on the phone, trying to convince companies to stop sending catalogs to me. It slowed them down for a couple of months, but then everything came flooding back into my mailbox again
a stubborn, self-righteous, spoiled, self-involved "friend"
Disposable razors "now packaged with 20% more recycled material"
Low frustration, Low waste = downloading CDs from iTunes
High frustration, High waste = CD packaging from the 1980's
People replacing everything they own with a green version, not realizing that they were just looking for an excuse to replace everything they own?
I think the second derivative should be a lot higher on that.
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