Don’t make me do it twice

I spent a large chunk of the afternoon and evening working on the NCCD database, adding in property ownership and detail information for all the records I imported from teams 2 and 4.  As I halfway expected, there was a batch of cleaning up to be done.  One team hadn’t put in any of that information at all (it has to be pulled from the appraisal district’s Web site and then integrated), and the other had put in some of the outside information but not nearly all.  I’ve got 32 records (of 673) missing all the outside information, and another 112 missing most of it.  And then I’ve got all of another team’s data entry—probably three hundred properties—that I have to key in myself because the team captains, who were supposed to do it, just sat on it for months and did nothing.  I have this suspicion that the fifth team’s data entry is gonna fall in my lap to be done as well, because I’ve heard nothing out of the team captain, and I know he’s spread too thin already.  And all my large-bore spare time is gone what with IRS taking up.

Dammit, this is why I said at the beginning of the survey that I’d just as soon do all the data entry myself.  Being unemployed then, I had the time, I could have gotten it done, and I wouldn’t have all these problems with bad data entry that has to be fixed.  (Oh, yeah—some of the records I got are so confusing that I had to go back out this afternoon and make a driving tour of several properties, trying to make head or tail of what I saw on the screen.)  But no, everyone seemed to think that it’d be putting too much work on me to expect me to do it all.  I never did make them understand that I’m a king-hell data entry clerk.  So now I have to do it all again anyhow, fuming because I’m doing work over that I could have done right the first time.  Ghods, how I detest doing work twice over this way!

Bern of Montreux pilots a chopped and channeled goldfish through Mount Fuji.  Fnord.