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azurelunatic) wrote2014-12-23 01:54 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-12-23 01:54 am
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There were leftover cupcakes from the party. I brought them in to share.
Meeting shenanigans. 11am meeting was postponed, then canceled. Tomorrow, perhaps.
Lunch outside with Purple and the abbreviated crew, with chatter about the evils of Comcast and its wifi, and modem choices. The John Wayne joke, and how it does not work over the phone. My knee started acting up on my way back from lunch. Alas.
I learned the secret identity of the magnificent bastard troll behind the "GULLIBLE" signs. I am pleased.
A side effect of sharing your journal with #cupcake is #cupcake reading your journal. Heh.
Researcher Sweatervest got his renewed visa and is back. He is not used to the cold anymore, and it is below freezing in his part of China.
The Randomizer is packing his office. I had a thumb drive, which he has loaded for my manager. He came by again, shook my hand, and told me that I have been consistently awesome these nearly three years. I successfully didn't let my eyes fully overflow. (Another friend advised that their department regards me as the Wonder Admin, because I know many things about getting things done, plus doing battle with the evil tech of the week.)
My list of helpdesk tickets is very long. Today I hunted for some of the ones which never got touched to illustrate the point of the Stage Manager. Exhausting and brain-numbing.
The quiet room in the old building is still a quiet and dim cavern for prayer and napping. I took refuge. Purple envies my ability to nap. I came back refreshed.
Purple called it early on account of brain. He likes red velvet cupcakes because it's chocolate but doesn't get chocolate frosting, so it's not being troutslapped with chocolate.
My knee went out again on the walk through the parking lot. I clenched my fists and made it to my car, then leaned against it after putting down my backpack. (This was the day I parked right next to him.) Purple made a little sympathetic noise and gently hugged me.
"Fucking bodies," I said.
That started a really weird digression that ended up with dick-studded armor and a mention of Sailor Jim's Essay.
http://sailorjim.livejournal.com/105170.html
Apropos of dicks, I was reminded of how Shawn had named his dick for his nemesis. Purple found this hilarious, but wondered why Shawn had not seen fit to name his asshole after the guy.
I allowed as how guys did not generally name their assholes.
There was an opportunity to knock on wood. I knocked on my head. Purple tried knocking on his, but it was hollow. I leaned over to allow him to knock on mine.
I used to hate writing by hand as viciously as I hate the helldesk software now. That faded after I started a journal. I used to write more, when I was more scared of memory loss and wanted to be able to recover from backup. Purple suggested that my sister could have exploited my fear of memory loss and the journal by inserting fake sections I would have had no memory of. Evil! :D
Refueled Vash. Brought home tasty chicken, and fried up more potato wedges with sauerkraut and homemade pickles. Nom.
Meeting shenanigans. 11am meeting was postponed, then canceled. Tomorrow, perhaps.
Lunch outside with Purple and the abbreviated crew, with chatter about the evils of Comcast and its wifi, and modem choices. The John Wayne joke, and how it does not work over the phone. My knee started acting up on my way back from lunch. Alas.
I learned the secret identity of the magnificent bastard troll behind the "GULLIBLE" signs. I am pleased.
A side effect of sharing your journal with #cupcake is #cupcake reading your journal. Heh.
Researcher Sweatervest got his renewed visa and is back. He is not used to the cold anymore, and it is below freezing in his part of China.
The Randomizer is packing his office. I had a thumb drive, which he has loaded for my manager. He came by again, shook my hand, and told me that I have been consistently awesome these nearly three years. I successfully didn't let my eyes fully overflow. (Another friend advised that their department regards me as the Wonder Admin, because I know many things about getting things done, plus doing battle with the evil tech of the week.)
My list of helpdesk tickets is very long. Today I hunted for some of the ones which never got touched to illustrate the point of the Stage Manager. Exhausting and brain-numbing.
The quiet room in the old building is still a quiet and dim cavern for prayer and napping. I took refuge. Purple envies my ability to nap. I came back refreshed.
Purple called it early on account of brain. He likes red velvet cupcakes because it's chocolate but doesn't get chocolate frosting, so it's not being troutslapped with chocolate.
My knee went out again on the walk through the parking lot. I clenched my fists and made it to my car, then leaned against it after putting down my backpack. (This was the day I parked right next to him.) Purple made a little sympathetic noise and gently hugged me.
"Fucking bodies," I said.
That started a really weird digression that ended up with dick-studded armor and a mention of Sailor Jim's Essay.
http://sailorjim.livejournal.com/105170.html
Apropos of dicks, I was reminded of how Shawn had named his dick for his nemesis. Purple found this hilarious, but wondered why Shawn had not seen fit to name his asshole after the guy.
I allowed as how guys did not generally name their assholes.
There was an opportunity to knock on wood. I knocked on my head. Purple tried knocking on his, but it was hollow. I leaned over to allow him to knock on mine.
I used to hate writing by hand as viciously as I hate the helldesk software now. That faded after I started a journal. I used to write more, when I was more scared of memory loss and wanted to be able to recover from backup. Purple suggested that my sister could have exploited my fear of memory loss and the journal by inserting fake sections I would have had no memory of. Evil! :D
Refueled Vash. Brought home tasty chicken, and fried up more potato wedges with sauerkraut and homemade pickles. Nom.