Work & things like that

I monitored today. I should ask the lead monitor to make it a standing order that if I am ever seen on the phones, that I am to be monitored twice just to make sure that I get monitored enough times per week to not make the paperwork scream. I've been off the phones more often than on, these days. We're watching supervisor to phone goon ratios tightly at the moment, so evidently either I'm good enough, they're desperate enough, or we're really short-staffed.

And it turns out that Big Goth Super is leaving within the next two months or so, because he's found a better position elsewhere. One of the newly promoted little RPAs left sometime this month, maybe two weeks ago. One of the monitors is retiring in November.

After I ran out of people to monitor, I wound up validating. Alas that while the first job went well enough, the second one took a long time, and I wound up talking with this ... man.

You know those people who insist on telling you their life's stories? And how sometimes you are forced by the situation to be polite, pleasant, and professional? That was this guy. The world is filled with corruption, he is obsessed with Waffle House, he has over 50 corporate inventions, he has no actual income, and it was clear from what he said that he'd filled the ear of the phone goon who'd done a survey with him yesterday. It was also clear that he was, without a doubt, utterly not in contact with reality as most people know it, and certainly not reality as I know it, though I could probably reach his angle on reality if I really stretched, but that scares me too much to even go there. I'm not sure how long I was on the phone with him, but it was far too long. After I extracted myself after getting all my validation questions answered, I put a gold star on a sticky-note, wrote the phone goon's name on it, and "For putting up with chatty respondent on 6/25. Validator's Award." I stuck it on his timecard after ascertaining that he was not in the building today.

All in all, a lovely day at work.

Lunatic = Dork. Hear me, um, blog.

Tapped by amberite:
"List 5 reasons why you are a dork. And make them good reasons. Justify them. Explain them. Be loud and proud about how big of a dork you are! (Then pick the 5 biggest dorks you know and have them do the meme.)"
amberite's clarification: I'm gonna take "dork" to mean "geek, but with less employable connotations, and a dash of social unacceptability."

1. LJ. I spend large amounts of time on LJ. I call my journal "nearly a prosthetic memory", and I read my friends page multiple times daily, and while I may skim and skip some cut tags, I do at least glance over the whole thing. And given the size of the friends list, that's not a small task. I have read the entirety of shadesong's journal (no small accomplishment). After all, just about everything I need on the internet is on LJ. Friends, fandom, news, gossip, comics.... I don't have to hunt it out. It comes to find me.


2. I rock out to the dorkiest music: 80s stuff, a lot of it, and I can head-bang to TMBG. (Perhaps not successfully, but enthusiastically.) I can and will break into a TMBG song for any occasion when the spirit moves me, and when I'm hanging out with trystan_laryssa, the spirit moves me quite a bit. I also filk. My brain even tries to convert me to new fandoms by means of filking in that fandom, so that I have to research the fandom in order to write the thing properly, which of course will convert me. But! I shall prevail! *stomps that pesky Dr. Who filk bunny firmly*


3. I like dorky boys. The man I adore most in this universe and probably most of the neighboring bits of the multiverse is exceptionally dorky, with the sort of social skills that only a mother or another dork could put up with for long, when he's really being himself. And he can be himself around me, and it makes me grin rather than making me mad or frustrated with him. He's decided that a valid form of entertaining me is reading gaming humor pages to me over the phone. This turns me on makes me giggle a lot.


4. I really believe that magic exists, even when science can explain 98% of the stuff that happens around me, and probably will be able to cover another 1.9% more within my lifetime. They aren't mutually exclusive. If Charles Darwin had had my outlook on it, instead of talking about how God actually did not do the creating, it was evolution, he would have proudly proclaimed, "I have discovered how God created us!"


5. I am actually not a gamer. This may not sound like such a huge declaration of dorkiness, except for the fact that I am hard-pressed to think of any of my face-to-face friends except for easalle who is in fact not actually a gamer. figment0 games with dustraven and trystan_laryssa. Darkside's a gamer. Sis is a gamer, and so is Dawn. amberfox has disappeared into some MMORPG or other of late. I am reasonably conversant with a decent number of general gaming principles, and can giggle over at least 70% of the content on your random gamer humor site, and can get the rest with some basic explanations. I know that once I do start tabletop gaming, I will be very hooked, and love it very much. So why have I not yet crumbled in the face of the lure and started up? Because (enter the dorkiness) I'm waiting for my first time to be with someone special. We were going to do it in 2002, but circumstances intervened, but I'm still waiting. Oh, yes, I am a dork.

My fellow dorks, should you choose to accept it:
wibbble
iroshi
alphafenris
tygerr
vodounsi

...though, looking, there are scarily few of my friendslist who I would not consider of the delightful dorkiness. This fact fills me with glee, rather than apprehension.

House Rules

http://www.livejournal.com/community/metaquotes/3398103.html -- some House Rules, some pretty good ones. Aimed at smaller fayoumi.

(For the new -- that unfamiliar word refers to a specific breed of chicken, or people living in the part of Egypt where the chicken is from, but in my household it's come to refer to kids or people-of-any-origin-or-location. Chicken picture in icon.)

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V is back. I just flattened her tire. My night driving in strange places. I don't blame her if she does not want me to drive.

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Tow truck got here just after the cop saying we were an obstruction. My camera = low battery now. chi yo tzu li. I = t3h suck.

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Good. Home yay.