In brief: A few weeks ago, my company (which deals with accounts (credit cards, mostly) that are part of bankruptcy cases) bought 42,000 accounts from, essentially, one of our competitors. Yeah, sounds weird to me, too. Moving on. These accounts are for bankrupt people all over this great country. And EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM needs to be researched for a couple of key pieces of information that we need in order to continue the process of making the accounts our very own, in the eyes of the bankruptcy courts. So, they've been dumped into the 11 queues (one for each bankruptcy court district) that are set up for just this kind of research. 11 of us got assigned one queue apiece, with the goal of getting through them ASAP without falling behind in our normal duties. Aha. Ahahahahahaha. Anyway.
I'd just gotten my previous queue (the one in the district consisting of New Mexico, Colorady, Wyoming, Kansas, Utah, and Oklahoma) down to just under 800 accounts (from the 1,800 it had been at the start). I was movin', I was groovin', all was well. Then the manager who's in charge of this whole project called me up and told me that, since it seemed like I had "more time to work on this than other people" (eh?), that he was switching my queue with one that had "a few more" in it. How many is a few, I asked?
Apparently, 4,600 is a few. I'd hate to see what a lot is.
Anywho, now I'm on the West Coast, dealing with Arizona, California, Nevada, Washington, Oregon, Idaho, and Montana. By the looks of things, I'll be spending a long time in Oregon (whee!) and Eastern California (boo! They aren't on the same system as damn near every other court in the country, which means that they'll be a pain in the rear to research, and there will be quite a few that I simply won't be able to do, because the information's simply not available). Woo!
Can you tell I love my job? Can you? Oy.