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Wednesday, September 29th, 2010 12:43 pmffs. I'm feeling as irritable and easily-angered right now as I was last year (was it a whole year ago?) when I was taking those generic Wellbutrin pills.
Not only do I have to do my own job, I have to scan in files for my mother, and have to give her instructions on how to insert jpg files into a Word document in order to save them in PDF format, but then she doesn't catch on fast enough and the VPN is too slow so I can't see her screen anymore, so I end up telling her it'll be faster to do it myself and send her the files. Except that my Word doesn't have PDF as one of the save options, so I have to send her the Word files for her to open and do a Save-as on.
One and a half fucking hours that I should have been working on my own fucking job, not hers.
Not only do I have to do my own job, I have to scan in files for my mother, and have to give her instructions on how to insert jpg files into a Word document in order to save them in PDF format, but then she doesn't catch on fast enough and the VPN is too slow so I can't see her screen anymore, so I end up telling her it'll be faster to do it myself and send her the files. Except that my Word doesn't have PDF as one of the save options, so I have to send her the Word files for her to open and do a Save-as on.
One and a half fucking hours that I should have been working on my own fucking job, not hers.