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I've only been using OneNote for less than a week and I wish I could marry it!
I've been nuts trying to figure out how to organize our Forensic Lab to
prepare for another ISO Accreditation Surveillance review in March. There
are thousands of files to keep track of (both active and inactive) and all
have to be reviewed, updated, signed sealed and delivered, kissed on the
forehead and sent on their way to the current Quality Manual.
I'm only one person with little administrative assistance and was tearing my
hair out.
Enter OneNote. (imagine a little Vivaldi Spring music here)
I've mastered sections, subsections, pages, and subpages and created a
notebook that you can zip around in a flash. Being a bit obsessive
compulsive, I am reminded of the scene in "Paper Chase" where the nerdy law
student began worshipping his "notes" rather than studying it and learning it.
But not me! Once you create such a thing of beauty, you can't help but want
to spend time with it. The dogs (Magdalene and Luna are extremely jealous of
OneNote. Magdalene sat her little butt on the laptop keyboard last night and
demanded some quality time. Lapdog extraordinaire.)
In less than three days of work, I've hyperlinked every pesky little puppy
file into tables for organized review and updating. I've organized every
scientific article reference, every brainstorm idea so that they are at my
fingertips in a instant. All my personnel files jump to front and center
when bidden. My but this makes me feel very powerful and extremely organized.
Will you marry me, OneNote? (imagine Lohengrin Bridal March music here) I
don't have a ring to offer you but I am considering buying a digital pen....
Pardes
I've been nuts trying to figure out how to organize our Forensic Lab to
prepare for another ISO Accreditation Surveillance review in March. There
are thousands of files to keep track of (both active and inactive) and all
have to be reviewed, updated, signed sealed and delivered, kissed on the
forehead and sent on their way to the current Quality Manual.
I'm only one person with little administrative assistance and was tearing my
hair out.
Enter OneNote. (imagine a little Vivaldi Spring music here)
I've mastered sections, subsections, pages, and subpages and created a
notebook that you can zip around in a flash. Being a bit obsessive
compulsive, I am reminded of the scene in "Paper Chase" where the nerdy law
student began worshipping his "notes" rather than studying it and learning it.
But not me! Once you create such a thing of beauty, you can't help but want
to spend time with it. The dogs (Magdalene and Luna are extremely jealous of
OneNote. Magdalene sat her little butt on the laptop keyboard last night and
demanded some quality time. Lapdog extraordinaire.)
In less than three days of work, I've hyperlinked every pesky little puppy
file into tables for organized review and updating. I've organized every
scientific article reference, every brainstorm idea so that they are at my
fingertips in a instant. All my personnel files jump to front and center
when bidden. My but this makes me feel very powerful and extremely organized.
Will you marry me, OneNote? (imagine Lohengrin Bridal March music here) I
don't have a ring to offer you but I am considering buying a digital pen....
Pardes