Me: *stares at stack of paperwork handed to me for a full minute.*
Me: *Takes paperwork apart, unstaples everything, clips ragged edges, smoothes folds, tapes down tears, repositions flags, binderclips sections IF I HAVE TO, repunches holes so they align, sees there are are blank entries*
Me: *brings papers back to coworker and stares at them cause they already know what I'mma say.*
Coworker: GOD you're so picky! *takes paperwork back with greasy/wet hands and crumples several sheets*
Me: *cringes hard and worries about it for the next ever.*
Me later, existentially, floating in the void: how does the general populace function like this?
Also tho, wtf?? Paperwork is either complete or it's not?! Its not my fault you didn't finish it!! This is my job???