1st March, 2002.

Hooray. The Cow-orker has finally realised that she needs to document how to do her job so that when people aren't here they can see what she does all day. Either that or (more likely) our manager has finally managed to impress upon her that telling us "everything you need to know is in Outlook" is inadequate. Now she's complaining about having to do a massive catch-up job on something she's been avoiding doing for years.

I'm particularly looking forward to reading the chapter on "Annoying The Crap Out Of The Person I'm Supposed To Be Assisting", if only to see how closely her processes confirm to her practices.

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An exchange between the Cow-orker and a workmate who happened to be passing through our area. Cow-orker has just discovered that this workmate can convert numbers to binary figures in his head:

"Wow, that's amazing! Anyone else would just go and look it up, or use a calculator! No-one actually tries to work things out for themselves anymore these days, they just want to be spoon-fed everything."

She looks back at her work briefly, before shouting across the room to me.

"Hey! Whereabouts do I find this client in our searchable database?"