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Sometimes it happens
Jun. 1st, 2005 07:22 pmToday, I got to compile data. Lots and lots of data about supplies/postage/copy machine usage from about a million different departments. The biggest hurdle was the postage. I learned how to collect all this stuff on my second day of work, and remembered the postage as bing the trickiest. First I had to unhook the meter and unplug a couple of cords. No big. Then I carted the meter over to my desk and plugged it all back in with a handy cord. Simple.
Then it got tricky - I had to find the data exchange program so I could get the info I needed. That actually turned out to be easy. But how to get the data I needed into proper format, not so easy. I saw a "Print" button, so I printed the data, but it wasn't what I needed. I recalled exporting it to Excel and weeding it out, which I tried to do. No go. I called the person who had trained me. She came down and I explained where I got stuck. Then I showed her the printout.
"Oh, you did it already," she said.
"No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did. That's the information you need right there."
"Sooooo, you're saying all I have to do is click "Print" and I can avoid this whole Excel fiasco?" I said.
"SHUT up! I've been doing it the Excel way for five years."
Hee hee. It's not often I magically appear smart.
Total different topic:
Hmmm, I don't know why, but I'm in the mood to watch the CSI where Nick and Sara are up for a promotion and it looks as though the ass-kiss...er, Sara will get it, but then Nick does. I just wish I remembered which episode that is.
Then it got tricky - I had to find the data exchange program so I could get the info I needed. That actually turned out to be easy. But how to get the data I needed into proper format, not so easy. I saw a "Print" button, so I printed the data, but it wasn't what I needed. I recalled exporting it to Excel and weeding it out, which I tried to do. No go. I called the person who had trained me. She came down and I explained where I got stuck. Then I showed her the printout.
"Oh, you did it already," she said.
"No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did. That's the information you need right there."
"Sooooo, you're saying all I have to do is click "Print" and I can avoid this whole Excel fiasco?" I said.
"SHUT up! I've been doing it the Excel way for five years."
Hee hee. It's not often I magically appear smart.
Total different topic:
Hmmm, I don't know why, but I'm in the mood to watch the CSI where Nick and Sara are up for a promotion and it looks as though the ass-kiss...er, Sara will get it, but then Nick does. I just wish I remembered which episode that is.
