Well, they replaced the somewhat cool 2nd in command guy at work today with somebody probably more expendable.

Normally this wouldn't be an issue, since I don't ever see any of these people who are only there 7 to 3 or whatever. Unfortunately, this particular chick is from a department where they do the same kind of work I do, and so suddenly my comfortable work zone is interrupted as she starts demanding a count of my work volume.

Which, admittedly, has fallen pretty much to shit the last couple weeks. Its true. I do about half of what I used to do, which I find out, is apparently only a quarter of what im supposed to do, according to the new chick. To put it a different way, the amount of paperwork I complete when im seriously working, balls-to-the-wall style, is only half of what she thinks I should be doing.

Im pretty sure this is impossible.

The irony here is that the particular job im doing is listed as "un-measured," which is the government's way of saying there are too many variables involved to adequately come up with an average amount as a goal. Which is true. A single document may take me twenty seconds to process, or it might take ten minutes, depending on how bad the tax assessor has fucked it up. I've said it before: I think all you need to be able to do to work as an IRS tax assessor is scribble with a crayon.

Of course, its now unnofficially measured because of the ever-nearing deadline-of-doom.

I don't begrudge them that. But tonight I did my normal "actually working" amount, and if they want any more than that, then they are going to have to get me a secretary.