I have probably done this to people without even realizing it.

Today was pretty much taken up by one blamed report I was putting together for Management. The requirements for something that I got Friday were kind of blurry, but I put together something pretty spiffy. It was, however, wrong. I got the actual requirements, put something far better together, then realized that OMG, stuff from non-current interviewers were not being counted. (And there's still stuff that's not being counted, because the numbers are off. But it's better.) It needed a whole chunk of data, broken down in specific ways. And it wasn't stuff that I was comfortable shoving around with queries, because it was just so fiddly and obnoxious (and I wanted to see wtf I was doing; I'll use queries next time on all the other jobs). But I got it done and got to go home early and go play.

It's planned for four-hour shifts the rest of the weekend. Oi. Not fun with the happy. There's dayshift starting up Real Soon Now. That's good, because hours are short.

Instead of being quite as short as they might be and sending everyone home totally obscenely early, they are doing "review training", aka "sit & bitch & review stuff we should have known and leave some of the phone work alone." My numbers are occasionally the star of the show.

Mr. Boring-Ass McCrankypants who attempted^* to Start Shit At Work With The Supervisors for othercat some time ago was Not Pleased with the fact that while he may in fact be above average, he is not in fact above planned production. There was snark at his expense. There was rather a lot of it from 3:30pm Eyeliner Woman right then and there (she was loudly excited about her above-production scores) and a rather lot more behind the scenes later. (*And failed. Succeeded in putting him deeper in the hole himself, though. Tip to obnoxious know-it-all old men: don't complain about "my neighbor talks to herself" to the multiple-personalitied supervisor. Especially when you don't want anyone to, like, let your neighbor know that it's a touch disturbing, or be moved, you just "think someone should be aware." I'm aware that you're an asshole and trying to start shit, and I'm aware that she's better at her job than you are at yours, and that the supervisors like her and don't like you. And if you mouth off the way you have been lately to the wrong person, you're going to be searching for some of that employment elsewhere that you're evidently so much better suited for.) (Amazingly, Cute Desk Guy and the Figment actually get along with the dude. What is it about pompous windbags?)

Don't keep objects that could possibly be misused by the very determined off the plane, keep potential terrorists off the plane. Oh, goodness. I almost wrote "phone".

Enter the Master of Misinformation, so dubbed by othercat.

I sat next to him maybe a month ago. He's a man perhaps my age or older, in that nebulous "I am a full adult and am not yet Old" age between the exit of the teen years and the onset of the beginnings of old age -- while he probably isn't fifty, his early forties is a possibility, and so is his early twenties, but I'd place him at about 35 if I had to guess. He's a little odd in that way that's very easy to spot as Probably Doesn't Think Like Most Earth People but hard to pin down the exact symptoms of. He's a little too loud, a little too outgoing, a little too non-noticing of the unwritten social codes, and moves and walks oddly. When I sat next to him, or, rather, he moved in the wallflower lineup to be sat next to me, he pushed several of my warning-buttons: not a dangerous person to be near, but the buttons that said that if I got to know him closer than I already did, that I would be dealing with a bunch of his crud that I'd neither time nor inclination to deal with.

So today he evidently gave glorious misinformation (you're supposed to fill out an error report if you cough while doing a survey? Um, no...) and then gave Attitude when he was asked to please not talk to someone while they were working.

I overheard that bit, even though I was seated maybe four chairs down. At least, I heard his half of it. One's really not supposed to be hearing one's co-workers conversations from that far away...

So. Master of Misinformation. Not malicious, but definitely someone to just stay away from...