Yes, I know, calendar-wise it’s Tuesday. But so far as my work schedule’s concerned, today be Friday, folks. And it didn’t come a moment too soon… this week has been completely and utterly insane. And it’s still not over yet. I start work again in 10 minutes, and I’m expecting to have just as much relative overall insanity to go through. If I’m lucky, I may get 15 minutes to half an hour today to breathe… between phone calls, I mean. When I get home and subsequently have more time to actually do things, I’ll summarize my week. Which translates to there will be an essay. And now, I get my crap together 5 minutes before my shift starts.
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Thank the gods it’s Friday.
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So much for downtime.
Apparently there’s lotsa people waiting. And I don’t start for another half hour, give or take. Sucks to be them! Of course… you just know when I start I’ll have 15 minutes to wait before my first call. Blarg and such…
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Happy valentine’s day/anniversary, where applicable.
Yesterday was my parents’ 25th anniversary. Today, of course, well… if you don’t know what today is then a sheltered life you do lead. Somehow, I think it was planned that way by at least one of them. I always like to believe I get my… um, questionable sense of humor from my father. But the truth is, he actually borders on romantic sometimes. According to my mother, anyway. 😯 That fact in and of itself surprises the royal hell outa me. They’ve been on vacation since this past Sunday (By the way, 18 degrees where they are as opposed to -18 here? Bastards.), cellebrating 25 years. I tell you, if I actually end up with someone for that long, I hope I’m that close to that person. Now, where did I put my shovel… someone might as well clean out the snow that’s been dumped on my parking lot. I don’t hear any snow removal people doing it for me.
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Can you change your life?
Haven’t had a call in almost 15 minutes. And this is the result.
You Can Change Your Life
You’ve probably already improved your life a great deal, and you’re no stranger to change.
You’re able to make very difficult changes in your life. It’s all about state of mind.
And even if you have some trouble changing, you’re smart enough to get support or take a different approach.
So go ahead and dare to make things better. You know you can do it!
Yeah, I’d say moving out and getting a job in the same week is a pretty good example of change. 😉
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The media’s stating the obvious yet again.
Surprise. If you work more, you’ll spend less time with your family. Apparently, Statistics Canada is just finding that out now. And of course, now it’s headline news. Sorry folks, but I coulda told you that and I’ve only actually had a job for 2 months. It’s not a 9-5 world anymore, folks. Hell, it’s very near a 24/7 world. When I leave here at the end of an 8:00 shift, the place is still packed. It’ll stay that way usually until 11, then everyone but the overnight crew takes off. And we do it again in the morning. If I had family here who wasn’t an uncle who’s only borrowing my place for a place to crash, they’d shoot me for how much time I don’t spend actually home and awake. And yet, people who look for trends like this professionally are just drawing that conclusion now. I worry for these people. I really do.
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The secret to pissing people off: write an entry and wait 6 months.
I’d of thought, at least from a general perspective anyway, people tended to stick to commenting to the more recently posted entries, unless you’re a spammer/troll/idiot. So why’s an entry I posted in June just now getting a response from the very people it was aimed at? Not that I’m complaining, really–it *was*, after all, exactly what I expected. But really. Oh, and, I personally like this one.
We have long since left our days of ES behind and stand on our own as an inpendant and continuingly succesful game. I do not see the need to drag up old
blood.I wonder if she even bothered to figure out exactly how old that entry is. Probably not… she just heard someone was criticising her MUD, and thought she’d set the record straight. Welp, it’s still crooked, but I’ll let you have your delusions. I do just have to point out something, though. If you’re gonna try rubbing in the fact a place shuts down, it might actually do you a fair bit of good to know the details. Like, say… when it shut down–no, contrary to the one person’s comment in the above posted entry, it wasn’t in June. But like I said, I’ll let you have your delusions. Just don’t be too surprised when reality slaps you in the face. I expect another predictable response to this entry in roughly 6 months. And by then, I’ll have forgotten what in the hell you’re going on about. But oh well.
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Something unfair about this shift change…
I’ve been here since 9:30 or so. I start at 11. ‘Nuff said? I think so. Don’t get me wrong, I love the play time… but, um… that’s way too early for my liking. Particularly since I leave at 8:30 to get here, give or take walk time. Um, eww. I want 2-11 back, dammit to hell… Or, at least, a bus that doesn’t give me the choice between here way too early and here just barely on time. *shakes fist*
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I knew working at Dell would be bad for me.
Tonight went well enough that I 1: had lots of free time during my shift, 2: got off my shift on time for a change, and 3: had time to kill afterwards while waiting for people to get done so a rather large group of us could get a ride home–by the way, fitting 5 people in the back of one supervisor’s car does not a comfortable ride make. Just so you’re aware. So, I took half an hour of said time to kill, and finally went and bought my late Christmas present from me to me. And then I decided I needed an early birthday present, so took real good care of that, too. That small situation remedied, I can now rest easy tonight, knowing both occasions have been selfishly provided for. Which… just means I’ll have to do more shopping when my birthday comes around. Gotta buy early for next Christmas, you know. 😉
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What happened the year you were born?
They give me downtime. Fools.
In 1983 (the year you were born)
Ronald Reagan is president of the USSally Ride becomes the first American woman to travel in space
Marines are killed when a TNT laden suicide terrorists blows up Marine headquarters at Beirut International Airport
US Marines and Rangers invade the island of Grenada and evacuate hundreds of US citizens
The Soviets shoot down Korean Airlines flight 007
The Internet Domain Name System was invented by Paul Mockapetris
Ronald Wilson Reagan signs a bill creating Martin Luther King Day
Baltimore Orioles win the World Series
Washington Redskins win Superbowl XVII
New York Islanders win the Stanley Cup
Return of the Jedi is the top grossing film
“Every Breath You Take” by The Police spends the most time at the top of US charts
The A-Team and Webster premiere
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To the person who turned off my hot water: fuck you.
So I get up today and decide I’ll grab a shower and then maybe get my day started. Okay, nothing all that unusual about that. Now, I should point out it takes about a minute or two, sometimes 5, for the shower to get to a point where it’s actually considered something I’d want to spend 15 minutes standing under. Well, I wait the customary 5 minutes or so, and wouldn’t you know, the shower’s still damn near ice cold. Give it another minute or so, and it’s still freezing. My first reaction… what in the name of fucksville? So I start turning down the cold water. Now, at this point it should be hot enough that you run the risk of leaving evidence on your hand you’ve stuck it under a tap of running hot water. But, surprise surprise, notta. Okay, it’s been cold as hell here today, I assume the pipes have just frozen over or something. Except you’d think I wouldn’t have cold water either. Well, I’ve got a shitload of other things to get done, including dishes, so I go ahead and get most of that out of the way. Still no hot water, though, so there goes dishes. I finally decide about 10:00 tonight to go and actually check to see what the hell the problem is, and sure enough, some fucktard decided he’d do me a favour and turn off the water for me. Now, I just know someone’s gonna ask me why I didn’t check that first, so I’ll go ahead and explain. See, the tank is *usually* supposed to be locked, and only one person aside from the land lord has a key to said tank–me. Now, I haven’t been down there in a week, and I know that tank’s been turned on for the last week, so that kinda rules out any change I should be aware of. Except, it’s probably a good idea in general to make me aware if you’re replacing the valve on that hot water tank. Especially when, in doing so, you become this building’s biggest moron and decide not to put the lock on said valve. Now, for background’s sake, each apartment has its own hot water tank and it’s supposed to be locked unless, for whatever reason, you’re using it to wash your clothes. I dunno exactly how they decide which hot water from which tank makes it into that machine, but apparently they do. So there are plenty of morons afoot, and some of them will receive a phone call from me later on asking them just where the hell they put that lock, and who I can boot in the ass repeatedly for depriving me of my shower. So, yes. Fuck you for turning off my water. And a big fuck you to the idiot(s) who made it possible. You have officially irritated me.