The definition of insanity...

Remember months ago when I was venting about the high density filing project and my co-worker who couldn't understand the need for central record keeping? And how B and I wound up going through the whole thing by hand since H's 'records' were out of date and crap and done on Word instead of the Excel spreadsheet provided to her?

Apparently she didn't learn from this - she's been moving files from one of our retiring lawyer's offices and into the high density filing area - without adding them to the spreadsheet we have on the shared drive, or indeed, without putting them into any kind of spreadsheet format at all. So my updates today are already out of date. *headdesks* And when I ask her to give me her list, she doesn't understand the same thing we spent ages explaining to her, that we need a central database to record all of the files on-site, so when the auditors come, we can tell them exactly what we have and where. Considering the sensitive material we have, that's kind of important, you know?

No wonder I feel like I'm going insane - I've explained this very same thing again and again and she still fucks it up.