UnpleasantlySexy

Damn. I didn't get that job. I DID get a letter saying that they still want to be friends, but it's best if we keep our distance for now. I feel kind of bad, but then again, I don't, because I fear change. It's still cool that I got an interview from the first application I put out there.

Oh well.

Today I got to obliterate the bass-ackwards filing system of Creepy Guy. Woo!

Allow me to set the story:

We have a lot of filing, because we work with a lot of printed-paper insurance claims. Each of these claims has it's own unique number, and it would be so easy if they were filed by that number. That way, if we had to go find an old claim, we could just look up that number and, Voila!, there it is.

After the analysts finish with a claim, they give it to Creepy Guy to complete. All he has to do is look up the claim in the computer, check off a little box that says it's completed, and file it.

That's it. Easy, huh? Nope. Not for Creepy Guy.

Instead of filing everything by the unique numbers printed on the claim, he files it by date, according to the day that he was given the claim. What this means is that his "filing" system is really just a "make piles" system, which winds up being completely and absolutely arbitrary and useless. When we have to find something, we have to guess when he might have been handed the claim, and then search through hundreds of pages to find it, only to find that we guessed wrong and have to start over.

This happens on a daily basis, and it's about as fun as a nosebleed.

Until today, that is. Today, Creepy Guy took the day off, and I completely revamped the ol' filing system. Now, I can find things quickly and easily. It's anarchy!

The best part is, if there were ever a time for this dude to go completely mental - I mean totally, TOTALLY bonkers - it's Monday morning, when he gets back - there are nine or ten people on our floor, including me and Larry, who are planning to show up early just to watch the conniption unfold. We fully expect him to start cappin' fools from the rooftop. Awesome!

By the power of Grayskull...I am the catalyst for a potential neurological meltdown!