what fun to be a troubleshooter
Aug. 17th, 2007 01:51 amEars slightly more cooperative today.
Otherwise fairly exhausting: had to sit first part of accreditation exam for this year as part of QA process on exam, and while coworker in charge of it assures me that it really doesn't matter if I pass or fail, and she totally understands that I haven't had any time to revise as I would have done otherwise . . . one does rather not want to fail. That was the theory part. The practical part is tomorrow afternoon. Joy.
A minor, averted catastrophe this afternoon. 5.05pm, and I'm starting to close down work as the senior crossmapper chats with another coworker before heading off, she herself having already closed down . . . when what do you know, an email comes in to me and the rest of the crossmapping team and others, involving a report that's shown up with 191 discrepancies, and . . .
I wave desperately for senior crossmapper. She comes over. We fire up the relevant packages. Twenty minutes and some phone calls later, we've established that 189 of those items should not have shown up on the report, and the other 2 are fixable.
It's great to be a cool efficient troubleshooter, but I do wish it hadn't been at that point in the afternoon.
Went to give blood after that, and now have the traditional puncture in the crook of my elbow. The workers at the donor centre were most amused by my knitting. Five minutes of the traditional "you have read the form and understand it" interview was spent discussing an upcoming patchwork blanket.
Somewhat tired now.
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I do not see ghosts; I only see their inherent probability.
-- Tremendous Trifles, GK Chesterton
Otherwise fairly exhausting: had to sit first part of accreditation exam for this year as part of QA process on exam, and while coworker in charge of it assures me that it really doesn't matter if I pass or fail, and she totally understands that I haven't had any time to revise as I would have done otherwise . . . one does rather not want to fail. That was the theory part. The practical part is tomorrow afternoon. Joy.
A minor, averted catastrophe this afternoon. 5.05pm, and I'm starting to close down work as the senior crossmapper chats with another coworker before heading off, she herself having already closed down . . . when what do you know, an email comes in to me and the rest of the crossmapping team and others, involving a report that's shown up with 191 discrepancies, and . . .
I wave desperately for senior crossmapper. She comes over. We fire up the relevant packages. Twenty minutes and some phone calls later, we've established that 189 of those items should not have shown up on the report, and the other 2 are fixable.
It's great to be a cool efficient troubleshooter, but I do wish it hadn't been at that point in the afternoon.
Went to give blood after that, and now have the traditional puncture in the crook of my elbow. The workers at the donor centre were most amused by my knitting. Five minutes of the traditional "you have read the form and understand it" interview was spent discussing an upcoming patchwork blanket.
Somewhat tired now.
---
I do not see ghosts; I only see their inherent probability.
-- Tremendous Trifles, GK Chesterton