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Work and stuff --

Monitored today. I'm getting more monitor time with more seniority, or something. That, and I do good work. (I feel like a /. moderator with no metamoderator. It's scary sometimes.) We had enough monitors today that three out of five monitor rooms had people doubled up. I was in with the Cute Chick Monitor, who'd forgotten her reading glasses today. (This gave her a headache, and when I was searching for the ibuprofen, I found that my tube of body glitter had sprung a leak. The fortuitous paper towels I'd left in the desk drawer the last time I was in that room were produced by the Cute Chick Monitor, and things were cleaned up.)

The Lady in the Office has started doing monitor schedules, which explains the new format -- instead of handwritten by the monitor shift lead, they're typed on a grid, and the assignments are based on the schedule (the theory) rather than on the actual floor seating chart (the reality). This means that when supervisors deviate from the schedule in making the seating chart (happens several times daily) then no one is assigned to monitor certain areas.

This can bite bigtime -- we're supposed to monitor 100% of the people out there, and new/extra-help people at least twice, and this makes it more difficult to assign responsibility. Evidenly yesterday was a bad day for the double-monitoring. I find that most of the "so and so wasn't monitored enough" days come on the days when I haven't been working.

Today a guy offered me a ride. A few days ago, a guy offered me a ride. I am sincerely boggled. The one a few days ago weirded me more, because of the attitude and timing. It was like he was lying in wait or something -- he saw me walking, drove into the parking lot, sat lurking in the parking lot, asked me if I wanted a ride, then when I didn't respond, tried verbally pressing the point. There was no mistake that this man's intentions were to get alone with me. The one today, at first I thought the guy was lost and was asking for directions. Evidently the vibe of "I want to help you" is very close to "I would appreciate some help".

There was a lot of busy today. It was nice monitoring with Cute Chick Monitor, even though my work-flow got messed up a little. I wound up staying late-ish.

Under the Radar: McCarthy

Is there anyone left alive today who sees McCarthyism as a golden shining moment in the history of US politics?

...I'm suspecting that those people are few and far between, if indeed they do exist.


So. Politically Subversive Music Assignment.

R.E.M.'s "Exhuming McCarthy" (which can be found on the Document album) as a musical weapon of subliminal beauty.


"At long last, have you left no sense of decency?"

My anonymous haiku

Sometimes the bloom of
one spring flower lies hidden
in snow-melting mud.

To nalidoll here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nalidoll/582382.html

Work, day, things

Back on the phones today. Cute Short Chick Super grabbed me for $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB; I was briefly sitting right next to tomb_of_osiris until he got yanked for a different job. Cute Short Chick Super told me that I was her "top producer" on this job, and she wanted me permanently on the phones. *grin* It's nice to be wanted. I got 4 surveys and 3/4 of a page of Home Movies from the Cutting-Room Floor scribbled out. (Transcription and fill-out took a typed page and a half.)

It's a surreal day, mostly because I'm feeling fluffily insulated from the world by a layer of sleep-dep and caffiene. I had a small bottle of coffee product this morning, and I'll probably have more tomorrow. (Starbucks isn't coffee, just as American Cheese isn't cheese.)

Break was interesting -- I sat with Figment and tomb_of_osiris, and Figment's accounting degree came out to play. We talked about the checks and balances on Alan Greenspan and the Fed. I took a 15 minute break card, which was a good thing, because my brain had broken due to not enough sleep.

14,089 at the moment, up from a few hours earlier. Not up enough, though. But I need sleep, and I need to fetch my clean laundry. Outsourcing supper was a time-wise mistake. My meatloaf still kicks all kinds of ass, but I didn't feel like meatloaf. I'm getting into the silliness with costumery that I'd mapped out a few days ago.

I hope tomorrow I monitor?


(zanna_voodoo, I've just been clicking in the music field at the end of the artist name, doing shift-end and delete, and shipping it off. Easier than doing it entirely by hand.)


Exhaustion tastes like fear too.