Normally, especially in the east side of town, if you have a dwelling with windows that open to the east and west, and you open them, you get airflow.
For some reason, this is not the case today. It’s icky. It’s hot. It’s effing muggy. Fans aren’t helping. Cold beverages only take the edge off briefly.
Yay, summer. *sigh* And here I was hoping to get some decent sleep tonight…
Let me make something crystal clear: If you come to me with a request and I think it’s a bad idea, I’m going to say so. If it’s against policy, I’m going to stand by that policy unless there’s a really good reason not to. If it would be a gigantic hassle, I’m going to resist implementing it. If it’s redundant, confusing, or both, I’m going to fight it tooth and nail.
And above all, if you try to play the trump card of “This comes from high up,” I’m just going to dig in my heels even more… because if there’s one thing I despise most it’s the use of office politics to push through stupid ideas that would never otherwise be implemented.
None of this should have to be said. It’s a sad, sad thing indeed that not only does it have to be said, but also that nobody’s listening.
So I staggered out of the office a little before 9am, having put in damned near 23 hours straight. Yes, the voicemail system works. Whew.
I only vaguely remember the long hike downtown (stupid frelling bus service on Macadam anyway) and the MAX ride and the walk the rest of the way home, let alone the staggering into the bedroom and shucking clothing to collapse on the bed.
I do, however, remember waking up at about 2:30 drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Man, my room gets hot in the midafternoon. So I got up and stumbled downstairs with a book to read and grabbed a bite to eat.
My accomplishment today? I finished off that massive volume of Arthur C Clarke’s short stories I picked up a few months ago. Good stuff, mostly.
Then I decided to go have a real meal. Mmmm, ribs.
Now? I’m taking it easy, but in a few minutes the roomie and I are going to attempt to make better use of our living room space by virtue of assembling an “entertainment center” cabinet to put all of my equipment in. This… should be fun. Heh.
At least now I’m awake enough for it.
We’re upgrading the voicemail server tonight. And so, I’ve been here for a bit more than twelve hours. I don’t know when we’ll be done. Even better: I need to be here first thing in the morning, no matter when I’m allowed to leave tonight, because of the general state of panic there’ll be among the rest of the staff about how to access voicemail and faxes.
Are we having fun yet? Huh?
via Tech Support Comedy…
Blondestar (mp3)
You know that if Lil’ takes it and then Mari takes it that I’m very likely to take it too. So, according to the Jenny Turpish Slapped Me quiz… and if that’s not the oddest name for a quiz yet, I clearly need to get out more…
Wackiness: 44/100
Rationality: 44/100
Constructiveness: 74/100
Leadership: 28/100You are an SECF—Sober Emotional Constructive Follower. This makes you a hippie. You are passionate about your causes and steadfast in your commitments. Once you’ve made up your mind, no one can convince you otherwise. Your politics are left-leaning, and your lifestyle choices decidedly temperate and chaste.
You do tremendous work when focused, but usually you operate somewhat distracted. You blow hot and cold, and while you normally endeavor on the side of goodness and truth, you have a massive mean streak which is not to be taken lightly. You don’t get mad, you get even.
Please don’t get even with this web site.
Er, okay. Can I try that again, please?
Wackiness: 44/100
Rationality: 38/100
Constructiveness: 72/100
Leadership: 28/100You are an SECF—Sober Emotional Constructive Follower. This makes you a hippie. You are passionate about…
Blah blah blah, okay, whatever.
Weirdo quiz. *sigh*
