Monday at work.

10:41 AM 6/4/2007
Day started only semi-auspiciously, with That Dang Song echoing in my head as I tried to wake up. (The actual first waking of the day was auspicious, and I got hcolleen to work I think early so she could borrow some of their internet.) The strawberries were at a reasonable price; the cherries were not. I opted for strawberries instead, though this was not what I was getting set for.


11:17 AM 6/4/2007
I want to smack someone in the head with a brick or something. They got their hours not only wrong, but WRONG. It really helps if you account for the dialing hours between the hours of 0830 and 0915. I have no idea how many of your phone goons were there for that time, because you didn't show them on the hours chart. Since your hours chart never lines up with the automatic timeclock, we use the percentage from the hours chart to divide the hours from the automatic timeclock. Good going, my friends. Good going.


2:44 PM 6/4/2007
Lunch was courtesy of company leftovers. The great thing about working near the rooms usually used for meetings is that if you get your timing right, there are leftovers from the lunch meetings, and that's a happy thing indeed. Today's was tasty stuff in warm thick flour tortillas.


4:56 PM 6/4/2007
New hires means insanity.

There were very bad things going on with the paperwork today. I'm grateful I only had to deal with some of it.

Evening.

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2007/06/04/bbc_olympics_cx/ -- an alternate logo. I'd have expected El Reg to get the name of the original site spelled right, though.

All in all, I'm hanging in there just fine. I think it's prior trauma making sure that a respectful adult discussion followed by sufficient hugs and application of silliness and further application of chocolate is actually sufficient to make things be OK. Prior trauma comes in the form of being solicited for favors, then, post-favor, being told that the solicitor was in fact now monogamous with his fiancée, and to tell no one about the just-given favor. I'm still a little bitter about that one, and it's been nearly ten years.

It seems that my photo post from last night got caught in the site badness. Alas. I'm wearing a different necklace. It's the tiny silver star that used to belong to the LF, except he decided that he didn't want it. There are all these little things that I have to make changes to.

It's been a nice quiet birthday. I got ice cream! Yay!

I'm over at myrrhianna's borrowing some internet again; I'm about to go home because hcolleen needs some sleep.