I've been away. I just got back into town. I was working. It was a long and tiring week. It was longer than it needed to be. It was more stressful than I thought it would be. I had some chances to relax but was still tired.
Those DVD's of "As Time Goes By" are still sitting here. I haven't been away from my house for a week in quite some time. When I got back home there was a mysterious smell coming from the kitchen. I left a dish in the sink and it 'turned' on me. I ran a load of dishes in the dishwasher and everything is back to normal.
I just feel 'blah'. I was working on some follow-up material for the project I was supporting all week (adding pictures to a website). I figured I was going to take my time and do it right. I figured I'd have the rest of the week to put all the pictures out there. I was told in an off-hand way that they needed to be there by the end of the day. That's how it is -- I'm not usually told to do something directly (unless I do something wrong), the information is given to me in a passive agressive way. I don't have a good example here.
A few weeks ago I had to laugh. Just outside my office is a small workgroup printer -- it's connected to the network and serves a handful of people. I had been given the instructions on how to lock up the office... what to turn off and all the doors to lock. The next morning I hear a kerfuffle arise and I poked my head out of my office and said "what's going on?"
"Someone turned off the printer" was the reply. They were running their hands over the whole printer like a blind man trying to feel a face. I calmly walked over and turned on the printer. It then started printing documents.
"Oh", I was told "we don't turn this printer off". Like I said, unless I'm NOT supposed to do it, I don't get told.
There is a rumble in the distance and I can hear my next-door-neighbor's dog barking. He's a cute little beagle but he has a weird bark.
I'm tired, did I mention that? I feel like it's going to take at least a week to recuperate.
This is the first time in a long time I have typed my thoughts directly into Blogger. Usually I write this up in Word and then cut-and-paste it in. That doesn't work well in Firefox so I end up using IE for just that. I'm going to have to keep playing with it. If you see the font doesn't look quite right, I probably used Firefox to create the blog.
It is "Hot Asian Women" night on 'Cops'. I'm sitting here watching 'Cops' while I type and each time I've looked up there have been some hotties on the screen who just happen to be Asian. Nice.
More later, I guess.
Those DVD's of "As Time Goes By" are still sitting here. I haven't been away from my house for a week in quite some time. When I got back home there was a mysterious smell coming from the kitchen. I left a dish in the sink and it 'turned' on me. I ran a load of dishes in the dishwasher and everything is back to normal.
I just feel 'blah'. I was working on some follow-up material for the project I was supporting all week (adding pictures to a website). I figured I was going to take my time and do it right. I figured I'd have the rest of the week to put all the pictures out there. I was told in an off-hand way that they needed to be there by the end of the day. That's how it is -- I'm not usually told to do something directly (unless I do something wrong), the information is given to me in a passive agressive way. I don't have a good example here.
A few weeks ago I had to laugh. Just outside my office is a small workgroup printer -- it's connected to the network and serves a handful of people. I had been given the instructions on how to lock up the office... what to turn off and all the doors to lock. The next morning I hear a kerfuffle arise and I poked my head out of my office and said "what's going on?"
"Someone turned off the printer" was the reply. They were running their hands over the whole printer like a blind man trying to feel a face. I calmly walked over and turned on the printer. It then started printing documents.
"Oh", I was told "we don't turn this printer off". Like I said, unless I'm NOT supposed to do it, I don't get told.
There is a rumble in the distance and I can hear my next-door-neighbor's dog barking. He's a cute little beagle but he has a weird bark.
I'm tired, did I mention that? I feel like it's going to take at least a week to recuperate.
This is the first time in a long time I have typed my thoughts directly into Blogger. Usually I write this up in Word and then cut-and-paste it in. That doesn't work well in Firefox so I end up using IE for just that. I'm going to have to keep playing with it. If you see the font doesn't look quite right, I probably used Firefox to create the blog.
It is "Hot Asian Women" night on 'Cops'. I'm sitting here watching 'Cops' while I type and each time I've looked up there have been some hotties on the screen who just happen to be Asian. Nice.
More later, I guess.