Computer says no

I think I may be brain dead. This has been caused by the following:

a) Lack of sleep due to migraine and being used to going to bed beyond 1am over the Easter break
2) The large pasta lunch I consumed
iv) It being 30 degrees plus in this office today
e) 7 hours of data entry
3) The fact I am in work

All of the above has started the process of a liquid meltdown in my noggin, I am sat here staring blankly at the screen willing the migraine that appears to be returning to turn on it’s heels and go back to whence it came and wondering what the hell I can put in this blog today. I don’t like to write for the sake of it, you deserve better than that, but after the 4 day holiday I’ve just had you’d have thought I’d be rested, raring to go and sprouting ideas, witty comments and tales of madcap adventure in the office.

Nope.

Hang on……no, sorry.

* strains to think, vein pulsing on forehead *

…………….

Nothing.

I’m pretty sure the main reason for the lack of imagination and inspiration today is the data entry. After adding names, addresses and phone numbers to this database for 7 hours solid I think even Stephen Hawkins would be hard pressed to find a working bit of grey matter. For those of you lucky enough never to have experienced data entry imagine one of the most mundane and soul destroying jobs around. OK, so I’m sure there are worse and some people would argue that they like a bit of data entry every now and then (easy) but when you’re not even sure if the database you’re populating is going to be used then the soul destroying element comes into it even more. Keeps me off the streets though I guess.

I think I might have got Andre in trouble earlier, complete accident of course but she might be getting a slapped wrist on her return to work. She’s off sick again today, still problems with the stomach bug, and I took a phone call for her from some bod over in another department. He’s chasing up something and I said I’d look into it for him. We couldn’t find it on the system and I checked her filing (for ‘filing’ read massive stack of papers shoved in her desk cupboard along side crisp packets and garden gnome) but nada. Now Harley is sending out emails to everyone about saving work on the system so it’s accessible when people are off – directed at Andre. Sorry big lady! She is a complete doofus when it comes to saving documents and she’ll swear it is the system and not her own ineptitude when it comes to the company’s database. “Look it’s come up with this error message!” – that’s because you poured diet coke on the keyboard. “I saved it and it’s not there now” – that’s because you probably didn’t actually save it did you? It’s weird because she is very good with other computery things and the person to ask about any problems with Word and Excel. Maybe she is brain dead when it comes to databases too.

I promise better things tomorrow, and more working brain cells.