So...what's up with Bossyboots today? Well, about three weeks ago, Buehler and I discussed needing shipping labels for active clients. Bossyboots said he'd run labels for the project.

A few days later I asked him about them and he said he was working on them but didn't have addresses for everyone. I told him to tell me who he needed addresses for and I'd get them.

A week later, I reminded him of this and he said he was getting the addresses. So far, so good.

Monday he presented me with an Excel spreadsheet. I pointed out that "labels" were required, not a spreadsheet. After I handed him mailing labels, sent him a file giving him the address of this office where he is working (I put the address in an e-mail but he insisted it had to be an attachment...but I think I gave you the Saga Of The File Format yesterday, right?), and explained about re-sizing fonts, he produced labels. So far...a little annoying, but still easier than doing it myself, so, okay.

Today I start putting labels on boxes. I do two cartons full 46 boxes) before it occurs to me that I have a lot of sheets of labels for a project that only has 48 active clients. I inspect said labels.

Some are for active clients, but not all of the active clients, because he did not, in fact, get the missing addresses.

Most of the labels consisted of some prospective clients, some clients "accepted" but not active, some people who said call back in six months, and some people who said never call me again.

Okay, it's partly my own fault. I should have inspected the labels when he handed them to me yesterday and I didn't. I knew I should have, at the time. I've been in the workplace long enough to know you check stuff before you send it out. And worked with him for long enough to know that what you get is never quite what you needed.

This does not, in my book, excuse him handing me something that was so far from what was requested.

And none of this, even more, excuses him, upon finding me ripping labels off some boxes, throwing other labels away, and searching through the remaining labels for "active clients, none of this excuses him saying, "well, okay, I'm going to lunch."

I don't like to feel this level of incandescent rage on a Friday.