October 9th, 2004

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Work, and other assorted Lunacies

Monitored today. I jumped right in with both feet and didn't really lose the momentum until I got home. I was hyper beforehand, because of Thalia, and then I was hyper during because I was working very hard (the Rules Lawyer Monitor was surprised at my alarming efficiency) and then I was hyper on break (I almost made trystan_laryssa spew chips out her nose because of my timing in the slapping-BJ's-glasses-off thing) and then I did more work very hard.

I may have tracked down one of the causes of the elusive bang error. I got it again, and I wound up being able to salvage what there was of the monitoring session by printing out the unsaved but banged session and handing it over to the Young Hip Lady Shift Ops Super, who salvaged it by getting it in the system right. I ran a paper note over to the supervisor on the job, with the relevant details on what was going on and why it was so bad and the supervisor took care of that end of things.

I was still buzzing by the end of the list of the people I had to monitor. The Rules Lawyer Monitor had told me I should re-do some of the people on $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB, but they had all gone home by the time I was done with my people first. I think the Rules Lawyer Monitor was somewhat confounded by my energy -- there's a lot of it, and I'm one of the younger monitors, and I'm breezily efficient.

Today was my six month review, but before the Slightly Younger Old Lady Monitor (the one who isn't othercat's Nemsis's mother) could do that, I got to sit and watch while one of the would-be geeks set things up on my computer so that I could have -- a signature block. The right kind of signature block. O, the horror. It isn't as bad as the thing one of the Lounge Bunnehs posted the other day, but it was still very ... corporate. And long. I'd get chided by the Quote Pixie onlist if I were to post with that monstrosity. I read my e-mail (company-wide nagging from the higher-ups on sig block things) and sent off an e-mail to the Alpha Geek with what had happened with the bang, with copies sent to the lead monitor and the Young Hip Lady Shift Ops Super. We're supposed to report all needed changes to the data to the Alpha Geek, it's polite to include my boss, and the Young Hip Lady Shift Ops Super is involved in it by virtue of duplicating it under her login. I think I'm getting the hang of this e-mail thing (the business ettiquite of it).

My six month review went well. I'm doing an excellent job; keep up the good work; sign here. I had more to say about the online monitoring pages than the Slightly Younger Old Lady had to say about my work.

Eventually, home I went.
_schools16887, Aurora

Belated writing night update...

Thursday was also writing group, in addition to everything else with Thalia. I showed up half an hour late and hung out. Someone else had already been and gone. easalle showed up around seven, and we went over the latest bit of The Necromancer's Prayer. Not much, just a fragment.

I was stuck on where I was going to go, but by the time she'd shown up, I had smashed past that block (by the simple expedient of just writing whatever stupid next line came into my head) and had just one blank left to fill in: something that Randy was using as an example. She's so very good at the getting into the heads of males. I can write decent males by imitation, but when I really need to get into their heads, I need someone to seriously help me. The solution was delightful, yet still PG-13 or lower (though the source-movie for the pop culture reference is so R).

I got busted for cackling in the library. Ooops. It probably would have looked better if there had been a whole huge group of us around the table, rather than just the two of us leaning over the computer.

We had a fun Coco's night; discussion of Mr. Shallow ensued. Heh. Heh.

The general fun was dampened slightly by me saying some of the wrong things on the way home, but life happens. Agh. I just wish so much of life wasn't interspersed with me putting my foot in my mouth...
running, bomb tech

Exhaustion, busy-work, and blankness

I didn't get half the sleep I needed last night, but I showed up at work bright and perky anyway, or, as perky as I could muster. I was fortunately monitoring today. I like monitoring, and I feel as if I'm getting to spend more time monitoring of late, rather than being on the phones. I approve. I'm not sure what the next point in the career/status ladder is, but there may be one. I understand from some of the commentary and seeing other people move from the monitor group, that supervisors are promoted from the monitors. Snarky Lady Monitor is a supervisor now, and I do miss working with her.

At work, we have to be actually doing something at all times, versus the old system where we would be waiting around after we got done monitoring people, waiting for the shift to end up. Then, we didn't get everyone monitored every day then, and now we're a little overstaffed to get everyone monitored for certain, rather than hit-and-miss.

We had five monitors working today, and not so many people working on the phones. I was the one who finished up and had really nothing left to do. I talked things over with the Old Lady Monitor and the day's scheduling supervisor, the Snarky Guy Super (he who notoriously explained why supervisors wear the badges, a moment captured by my infamous work cartoon), and opted to go home rather than go on the phones (zonked, and half-asleep... fortunately people were being good today). I cleaned up everything I could before going, of course, just to make things easier on everyone else.

I got lunch and headed home. I chatted with my bro for a bit. He was zonked too.

What have I done in the last week, since last Saturday afternoon? I'm coming up mostly blank. It really doesn't seem like a very eventful week, other than Thalia (whose current idea of "funny" is losing mouse capability after going to sleep; I'm very happy that I know how to navigate the screen via key commands, for the most part...) and all that...
  • Current Music
    "Roses Are Red" by Aqua
grin & duck -- friends, grin & duck

Best friends are for clobbering, and being clobbered by

Called Darkside for our weekly or twice-weekly chat. I came up an absolute blank on the week other than Thalia, though I didn't even remember to tell him what her name was. I will have to introduce him to both Eris Raven and Thalia, it is to be hoped sooner rather than later.

We chatted about our respective workplaces. We can take our hair down with each other. He teased me by pretending to use his Secret Jedi Powers to make me tell him what I wasn't saying; I would have told him, but I asked him if he really wanted to know. He probably didn't. (It was about the utter hotness of him when he's being all geeky.)

My poor dear should not be so bored at work.

At least he had fun with gaming.


So, yes.

Saturday night, I ordered Thalia.
Sunday, I had a very eventful day at work; we also went out for supper as a family, and investigated the oriental market on the corner of 35th & Dunlap.
Monday, I had jury duty, and was first enthralled and tearful at SpaceShipOne's feat, then royally bored, then exhausted and being an actual potential juror.
Tuesday, I worked: first monitoring, then on the phones.
Wednesday, I took it easy, alternated with jumping out of my skin waiting for Thalia.
Thursday, I got up early to bleed, then waited for Thalia, then went off to writing group, then spent all night up with Thalia.
Friday morning, I was up until 5 with Thalia, then slept, then worked.
Today, I didn't get enough sleep, and then I worked.

And that was my week. I couldn't remember either Monday or Tuesday, for some reason.
  • Current Music
    "I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks" by The Bloodhound Gang
running, bomb tech

WordPerfect 12

One of the things that I adore about this computer? It came with WordPerfect. I grew up on that program. I love it. I adore it. In 1995, I could make that program do all sorts of crazy things. I could practically make it toast you bagels for lunch, or at least format everything sensibly. The one thing that pissed me off was the lack of spellcheck ability on large files. It would crash...

But. Yum.

Mine.

All mine.

The Necromancer's Prayer and I are going to have some fun with this. Oh, yes. Another 500-some words just noodling now, getting things done and set up. I just have to keep writing, and something new pops in. I know how he died, now. And I didn't know about the baby. Ooo, interesting. Bwahaha.
  • Current Music
    "Roll to Me" by Del Amitri