I’m just polishing off my evening stuff.. maybe another half hour-full hour to go. I think I’m going ot treat myself to some ice cream from mighty walgreens on the way home. They have phish food and cherry garcia now!! (Special interest note to Zoe…. still ony 5 varieties, but the choices are mucho better!!)
I’m feeling that it’s time to start my decompression… my headache is a dull throb, I think the migrane aspect never blossomed, although it seemed that it might for a while there.
a kind word goes a long way in my book. I’m facing about another 8-10 hours of being here, and I really don’t mind because someone paid me a compliment. Not at work, mind you. no recognition here.
Thanks. I feel like I just bit into a york peppermint patty. (at least, how the the commercials make it seem.)
*smiley*
the big fibber from yesterday just came in and said that he can’t work with the product I was producing until 2am this morning. Actually, he didn’t tell me, he told the president of the company. I’m not mad today, though. I simply showed the president how fibber didn’t know what the devil he was talking about, and how I stayed until 2am to get it out on time. He approved, and it seems that liar-boy now has his buns on the frypan.
Go, karma, go!
🙂
On the downside, I may have to do more tweaking because poutyboy doesn’t want to run the data now, so I’ll have to outsource it. If this keeps up, I may have to focus on outsourcing all the time, because ‘breaker-of-oaths’ may not have a job in a week, durin this turbulent time here.
I’ll adapt. I’m a mammal, after all. (well, mostly.)
I’ve got a dilemma.
I was asked at work today, if I could find one person (existing or not) to sacrifice to the great horned goat-god pan, who would it be?
I’m in a TV sort of mood right now, so I’m thinking either Skippy from Family Ties, Urkel, or the white guy from the Jeffersons. Not the British guy, but the blond one.
The things people talk about at work.
Who would you choose?
Looks like September is here! Time to pay my rent again, and spend some dollars, yen and ducats on the huge pile of people I know that have September birfdaze. Some biggies I like to splurge on this month… *edited out gift info, as they might be reading this!* Rest assured that buddy Kevin (boss at work, good guy), little bro Derek (who turns 28 this year! yipe! He’s my baby brother, man!), Suzy my driver, Mojo the Finn, and Newt’s 11 month anniversary will all be getting nice prizes for being all such wunnerful dollies.
Now that I’m looking at my Calendar, I see that my Peace river trip is only a month away (10/6-10/9) canoeing, camping and just good times all in all. I’m in such a better mood today, it’s loopy. We’ll see how I feel, the closer to byebye time I get tonight. will I leave at a decent hour? or will I have to chug through another late nighter to get stuff accomplished for the long weekend! I’ll have monday off, hoo hoo hooray! (no hips, thanks.) Full weekend, Fred is coming down, so I can tell him about the stuff at work changing around, going to the norton museum, starting a new character in RPG-ville, a 1930’s game detective, supernatural, semi-powered. Everway on Sunday? Visting little bro on monday? Argh. I’ll need to do laundry in there sometime too. Maybe tomorrow morning, before the ball gets rolling. Heaven knows I don’t want to have 6 loads just sitting there for eternity, crying in the corner how I never wear them anymore.
Well, that was a ramble. Will Robby come with me to the norton? Will janedeau want me to unlink from her? who knows?
I’m done. Well, as done as I’m going to get tonight… I’ll see you swell folks tomorrow, uh, today. In about 10 hours. yeesh. I’m going to go sleep.
Anyone want to hire me as a referece/research guy?
I’ll work cheap, if you provide room, board, and allow my cat.
it’s official.
I’m now working for free, as it’s after 8pm.
Aren’t I nice?
Ain’t I dumb?
work ethic. it’ll kill ya every time.
Well, the sharks have swum around full circle, and are coming back for a second bite.
No Thai for scotto tonight. He has to stay late at work, and make things all better… I’ll be lucky to get out of this joint by midnight, let alone 8. piffle. Looks like a pizza night. shoot.
Just as well, I’m sort of beat, and would prefer to be fresh for Jen’s chat.
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My anger has dissipated. I still am not keen on being lied to. that is one of my buttons. stupid lies don’t bother me. fish stories, bragging, whatever, fine. If you say “I am there for you, I will cover your back, you can depend on me” and then go out to lunch when I am being thrown to the wolves, well. If I live through the being eaten alive, don’t ask me for any favors.
A co-worker just did that to me. I needed him, told him so, he said the above, and proceeded to leave 4 minutes after saying so. garrumph.
If you can’t or won’t do something, don’t commit to me that you will. I know things come up. but “Life happens”, or “something better came along” doesn’t cut it. Lunch is not a life changing circumstance. A death did not occur.
I’m now officailly over it, but will never trust that person with anything of value again, and if he asks, I’ll let him know why. Unprofessional and unkind behavior rarely goes unpunished.
His report card now reads “does not play well with others” in my mental gradebook.
Thank you to the sweethearts who came to my rescue with hugs and loves by the way.
onto more happy things, maybe thai tonight will happen, although I’m not interested in griping now that I’ve vented here. I will be a dutiful listener though, and tell all the lovely stories of recent memory, like about my crush, and how newton plays fetch with paperwads, and how cool the new godzilla movie is.
Well, I got into work an hour an a half ago, and still haven’t managed to accomplish anything of significant value.
Lunch time already, and I ordered a big honking veggie & cheese sub on wheat, extra oregano, no onions. yummy. Will I get to eat it before going out tonight for Thai? Probably not.
The scabble game continues, with Cider crushing me soundly beneath her well-heeled, yet remarkably sexy, shiny boot. I have 35 points, and she has 54, and it’s my turn, just now. My great word? As. as in, “as in.” I’m painted into a corner, and cursing my devil tiles. not much room to move!
addendum – My job isn’t in immediate danger, but it’s in the ‘might be’ zone.
Scotto needs to look into finding another job. I was informed yesterday that the company I work for is moving a number of operations North, to Tampa, or removing them altogether. While that may sound like suck, it actually isn’t a terribly bad thing. It inspires me to get of my ass, polish my resume, and really find a job that I can be proud of, and probably be paid more for. There are a number of mail/database companies out here, but I don’t think that’s where I want to go, unless nothing else makes a strong impression on my search.
Things I’d like to do –
Research Librarian (paid to surf for data all day? hoody hoo!)
Teach Kids how to use the computer… although it seems that they have an innate grasp, these days.
Scientist with a science firm, sort of like Danny’s old Job at Geosyntec.
Things I’ll probably end up doing –
VB programming
SQL Programming
Webby stuff
Database management, MIS dept.
.333333332 – (brief intermission by Newt on the keypad)
What to do, what to do… maybe the classifieds or monster.com will set me right.
I am in a wicked good mood, though.
This could be my chance to go to Arizona, or the Carolinas. Seattle’s cool too, and I could poke around Robb’s old stomping grounds.
Wacky day yesterday… was at work until about 2am, but I enjoyed it. interesting puzzles to solve, and I was entertained throughout the evening. Just a FYI. There is no such thing as ‘political Rate’ mailings in the USA anymore. I researched that for a good 5 hours yesterday on my own time. Ack. The downside of working when the Post Office is closed, and with it the help desk.
What did I eat yesterday? I forget. Chinese tofu somesuch, not memorable. More spicy stuff next time.
I wonder how many folks out there(in here?) write for other folks besides themselves. Some journals are pure entertainment for me, and others seem to be more of a logbok of ‘I had a foot cramp today’.
I personally do a mix, now that I know people are out there reading it, but it’s mostly for my own enjoyment. (As any hobby should be, I feel. if it was work, I’d try to get paid to do it.)
Does burger king always smell bad? the guys at work brought it in, and its gross. Like it was predigested. peeyew.
Today’s food, cherry slushie, half-eaten onion rings,(before being grossesd out by the aroma.)
Burger King an appetite suppressant? Who knew?
No good toys, either. Nutbunnies.
2 bagels, lots of water and a blueberry muffin.
Blood sugar wonky, I can feel it. I can see the colors of my stress flying like a flag. An irritating flag. one that’s ringing my phone, asking stupid questions in a voice I hate. For no good reason. I’m entertaining thoughts of burying folks up to the neck at low tide, and waiting for it to come in. Then getting impatient, and just bashing skulls with my shovel.
OOh. Angry. not good.
Good things that happened today…
Um. I didn’t die. Chatted Briefly with Robb, made plans for Friday, maybe to see invisible guy.
That’s all I can think of…
Suzy’s hard up for cash, and I’ve given all I can. I’ll give her more on Friday… I think then it’ll be my cutoff.
I’m super tired. Didn’t walk this am.
I want a job where all I do all day is research stuff on the ‘net. Anyone hiring?
There’s too much crap happening today here. lots of little jobs, all amlunting ot mucho work, B & H leaving, not getting to see robby today. Poopies.
It’s a lot like a menu in a restaurant that serves 300 different kinds of scabby band-aids. Each one is a little bit different, but they all make you cry.
Hmm… I’ll get by, after doing some work, get out from under this pile….
Had a grilled cheese on whole wheat at g’bye lunch for b & h, and water on the side