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But it doesn't make sense...
Jul. 29th, 2008 03:31 pmSomeone at work decided he wanted to update our cover sheet we send out with faxes. Which is fine, I don't mind that a bit. I do that kind of crap all the time. I'm good at it.
It was sent as an attachment by this person, who indicated in his email to all of us that it was approved by both our manager and our director. Which it was, of course, but even that fact is a woeful commentary on the literary genius - or lack, thereof - of the people for and with whom I work.
Why, you ask? Because this was the disclaimer on the bottom (edited to leave out the hospital name, since this is an unlocked journal):
( Go ahead and shudder...I did. )
Yes, I know hardly anybody reads the legal disclaimer stuff. That doesn't, however, mean we should send it out as it is, right? Someone back me up here - we're not idiots, why should we advertise that we are? And even if no one reads it, I would still know it's wrong. And I don't like being wrong.
So I sent an email back, but only to the person who sent it out to begin with, because if it was he who made it, then I don't want to embarrass him, right? Something about ethics, and treating others the way you want to be treated, blah, blah, blah... ANYWAY, I sent one back, and while it's totally know-it-all and stuff, it still addresses the problem, right? I had the nicest person on the floor read it for me to make sure it wasn't too mean:
( The email I sent back )
She said it wasn't mean and if she was receiving it, she wouldn't be offended at all - but she knows me and is well aware that I wouldn't be sending it to be mean. I guess I'm worried on two levels - one for the implied idiocy if we all send it out as it is, and another for the guy who went to the trouble to update it.
Sometimes I wish I could put up a huge sign that says something to the effect of, "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, ASK ME - OR ANYBODY - TO PROOFREAD OFFICIAL COMMUNICATIONS BEFORE YOU SEND THEM OUTSIDE THE INSTITUTION!" [/rant]
ANYWAY.
I have a week of vacation coming up - this Friday all the way through the eleventh. I am definitely looking forward to some time away from the job.
Not too much else is new. Amanda has a job in the shoe department at Wal*Mart. She hates it, but it's a job for now.
Mikey's attending a YMCA day camp this week; yesterday was his first day and he was gone before his head hit the pillow last night. Definitely a good thing, in my book. XD.
I watched "Holes" on my iPod today while keying, and now I have that little tune stuck in my head.
"If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs,
"The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies."
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
he cries to the moon, "If only, if only."
It's a gorgeous little tune, but I've been singing it all afternoon. And I forgot the cord today, so I can't recharge the iPod and listen to something else till I get home. *sulks*
Oh, and Matt called; he said it's over ninety degrees out right now. Add in the dew point at somewhere above seventy and we have a hot, disgustingly sticky day on our hands, folks. The chewy substance masquerading as air will be stifling in the oven masquerading as my bedroom...in one of the few houses left with no air conditioning. *sigh*
It was sent as an attachment by this person, who indicated in his email to all of us that it was approved by both our manager and our director. Which it was, of course, but even that fact is a woeful commentary on the literary genius - or lack, thereof - of the people for and with whom I work.
Why, you ask? Because this was the disclaimer on the bottom (edited to leave out the hospital name, since this is an unlocked journal):
( Go ahead and shudder...I did. )
Yes, I know hardly anybody reads the legal disclaimer stuff. That doesn't, however, mean we should send it out as it is, right? Someone back me up here - we're not idiots, why should we advertise that we are? And even if no one reads it, I would still know it's wrong. And I don't like being wrong.
So I sent an email back, but only to the person who sent it out to begin with, because if it was he who made it, then I don't want to embarrass him, right? Something about ethics, and treating others the way you want to be treated, blah, blah, blah... ANYWAY, I sent one back, and while it's totally know-it-all and stuff, it still addresses the problem, right? I had the nicest person on the floor read it for me to make sure it wasn't too mean:
( The email I sent back )
She said it wasn't mean and if she was receiving it, she wouldn't be offended at all - but she knows me and is well aware that I wouldn't be sending it to be mean. I guess I'm worried on two levels - one for the implied idiocy if we all send it out as it is, and another for the guy who went to the trouble to update it.
Sometimes I wish I could put up a huge sign that says something to the effect of, "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, ASK ME - OR ANYBODY - TO PROOFREAD OFFICIAL COMMUNICATIONS BEFORE YOU SEND THEM OUTSIDE THE INSTITUTION!" [/rant]
ANYWAY.
I have a week of vacation coming up - this Friday all the way through the eleventh. I am definitely looking forward to some time away from the job.
Not too much else is new. Amanda has a job in the shoe department at Wal*Mart. She hates it, but it's a job for now.
Mikey's attending a YMCA day camp this week; yesterday was his first day and he was gone before his head hit the pillow last night. Definitely a good thing, in my book. XD.
I watched "Holes" on my iPod today while keying, and now I have that little tune stuck in my head.
"If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs,
"The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies."
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
he cries to the moon, "If only, if only."
It's a gorgeous little tune, but I've been singing it all afternoon. And I forgot the cord today, so I can't recharge the iPod and listen to something else till I get home. *sulks*
Oh, and Matt called; he said it's over ninety degrees out right now. Add in the dew point at somewhere above seventy and we have a hot, disgustingly sticky day on our hands, folks. The chewy substance masquerading as air will be stifling in the oven masquerading as my bedroom...in one of the few houses left with no air conditioning. *sigh*
