Last week the agency that placed me at where I worked called me — they wanted to know how the assignment was going, as I’d been there for three months and the company had told them it would be a three to four week work assignment. “What do you do there?”
I tried to explain. “I generate a spreadsheet from one database. Then I compare that spreadsheet against a second database. If the spreadsheet lists someone that’s not in the second database I go to a third database, find the person, then enter the information from the third database into a new record in the second.”
“Is this what you’ve been doing for three months?”
“No,” I said. “The project I started with — that finished at about week five. I’ve spent my time proof-reading training documents and playing data jockey. I seem to have become the resident Excel guru.”
I must’ve said this with a hint of… something, as they promised me they’d look into what’s going on. As long as I get paid, though, no worries. 🙂
This week I’m working on some Texas databases — lists of doctors and other medical providers in Texas. And this afternoon, I did a double-take.
There’s a doctor named “Paul Masson.”
The first thing that went through my head — the Orson Welles commercials. “Paul Masson will sell no wine before its time.” The second thing — the drunken outtakes from the filming of the Orson Welles commercials, particularly the weird primal scream he makes.
I felt sorry for the doctor named “Foox,” which I read as a rude word with a Liverpudlian twist. Or the doctor named “Dyke” — that poor guy.
Ah, the things that easily amuse me — doctors’ names.