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Damn. [Nov. 16th, 2006|04:09 pm]
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I thought I was getting away with it.

A few days ago, I had a little background job that I'd turn to if I had nothing else to do. It's testing a particular suite of software. I got to know bits of it. It's the one I got to lodge my Big-Ass bug against (which has just come out as a duplicate in the last hour - but it's one that'd be very difficult to spot as a duplicate).

It was a painful job because it required me to wread lots and lots and lots of long boring documentation with a crappy colour scheme. They were the days I'd come home physically and emotionally drained.

It became my dwarf bread. So long as I had that job to do, I'd find anything else to do with my time.

The Screen Toucher has now been given that job.

I thought this was a good deal. But now, he's asking me about every single little thing. Worse still, I don't think he really understands the job. He doesn't seem to get that if something doesn't work, it's either a bug or the fact that we don't know how to use something. As a result it requires reading up on stuff, just so you can figure out if it's not you, but them. The last thing you want to do is wing off a bug report to get the reply "Sorry, it's not me, it's you."

Gah, it's a job where you NEED to do legwork. So far, I'm just being called over a lot because he just follows the instructions on the wiki, not realising that he's the one who's meant to be WRITING it for when we have to test it for general release. Moreover he doesn't seem to get that when I tell him.

Ah well, such is life. I guess I was just hoping for a slick getaway. No such luck. :)