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Mornings can be unfortunate.
Oct. 27th, 2015 01:25 amThis weekend I embarked upon a sewing project with my aunt. No actual sewing got done, but there is now a dress form in something approaching my shape, with its foam curing on my aunt's deck. I can't wait to see how it came out. I also got the chance to talk to Darkside, which was lovely as always.
I woke up all rrrghy, and got discombobulated a bit by an unexpected call about a prescription waiting for pickup. So I went and picked that up. I then went to the office and tried to park. Unfortunately, between the garage that was closed in anticipation of the Halloween events, and the section of the lower parking lot that is closed off since a neighbor is experiencing a parking surge and we're being a good neighbor, there was no parking near the building. I parked somewhat grumpily in the central garage.
As soon as I got into the office and began rather urgently finishing up stuff that needed doing pronto, I got a call from the helpdesk people.
There's an internal main site with a lot of stuff that people use regularly. Every now and then when I visit that page, a pop-up window pops up with a survey.
Lately, the pop-up window that pops up has an expired survey.
I filed a ticket requesting that whoever is in charge of that site fix the survey they are serving.
The guy calling back from the helpdesk wanted me to try in Internet Explorer.
"No," I said firmly.
"Are you not using Windows? Or I can start a WebEx!"
"No," I said firmly, and hung up on him.
The phone rang again.
"Somehow we got cut off," he explained, and started exhorting me to let him take over my computer while I was trying to get something done before lunch.
"No," I clarified, and hung up on him.
I left a somewhat snippy note on the ticket, then went for lunch.
Mr. Tux never gets tired of Shawn stories.
I felt like I got stuff done. Eventually it was leaving time. Purple had parked at the end of campus furthest from the central garage, and asked whether we'd split in our own directions, or whether one of us was going to drive the other of us to the other's car, and if so, who. I nominated him as I had a sewing machine in my passenger seat. So I grabbed my stuff (and a grape Hi-Chew and a butterscotch disc) and headed for his building. Then I waited with my rather battered copy of The Martian while he had one last clarifying conversation with a teammate.
Purple pulled around to where I was parked, then paused, turned, and backed in to the space one over from my car, and turned everything off. We had one of our usual wacky parking lot conversations, complete with inappropriate discussions of elephants and me unexpectedly comparing Threesome UK to Spaced.
Wednesday and Thursday are going to be early days. Oof.
I woke up all rrrghy, and got discombobulated a bit by an unexpected call about a prescription waiting for pickup. So I went and picked that up. I then went to the office and tried to park. Unfortunately, between the garage that was closed in anticipation of the Halloween events, and the section of the lower parking lot that is closed off since a neighbor is experiencing a parking surge and we're being a good neighbor, there was no parking near the building. I parked somewhat grumpily in the central garage.
As soon as I got into the office and began rather urgently finishing up stuff that needed doing pronto, I got a call from the helpdesk people.
There's an internal main site with a lot of stuff that people use regularly. Every now and then when I visit that page, a pop-up window pops up with a survey.
Lately, the pop-up window that pops up has an expired survey.
I filed a ticket requesting that whoever is in charge of that site fix the survey they are serving.
The guy calling back from the helpdesk wanted me to try in Internet Explorer.
"No," I said firmly.
"Are you not using Windows? Or I can start a WebEx!"
"No," I said firmly, and hung up on him.
The phone rang again.
"Somehow we got cut off," he explained, and started exhorting me to let him take over my computer while I was trying to get something done before lunch.
"No," I clarified, and hung up on him.
I left a somewhat snippy note on the ticket, then went for lunch.
Mr. Tux never gets tired of Shawn stories.
I felt like I got stuff done. Eventually it was leaving time. Purple had parked at the end of campus furthest from the central garage, and asked whether we'd split in our own directions, or whether one of us was going to drive the other of us to the other's car, and if so, who. I nominated him as I had a sewing machine in my passenger seat. So I grabbed my stuff (and a grape Hi-Chew and a butterscotch disc) and headed for his building. Then I waited with my rather battered copy of The Martian while he had one last clarifying conversation with a teammate.
Purple pulled around to where I was parked, then paused, turned, and backed in to the space one over from my car, and turned everything off. We had one of our usual wacky parking lot conversations, complete with inappropriate discussions of elephants and me unexpectedly comparing Threesome UK to Spaced.
Wednesday and Thursday are going to be early days. Oof.
