Unfortunately, when I wake up not in a mood to deal with anyone's bullshit, prepared to take on the management in the office and demand that my goddamn control unit for my goddamn climate control unit be replaced ... the office isn't open yet.
The control unit must be a double pole double throw deal -- it must have Cool, Heat, and Off as viable settings. The current control unit is a single pole no-throw -- it does not have Off or Cool settings, the way it's wired, even though the blower is blowing cold air because that is what is in the pipes.
It is Bitchy Witchy Week, and this Witchy is Bitchy enough to start making utterly reasonable demands.
Work was reasonable, other than the things I started waving around brickbats for. (Those were not reasonable. I reacted reasonably, that is to say, with stunningly bad reviews of these stunningly idiotic stunts.) Everyone got out at 1. I wound up being done at 1:15 and getting out of there, finally, at 1:30.
I called Darkside somewhat later. We only talked for a minute or two. His project of the day: cleaning his room. He found the cord that goes to the half-functional NIC that came with Tigereye. I didn't inquire about the car.
Just talking with him makes my day improve by leaps and bounds.
V is on the road and happy. She was touched that I'd call to check up on her. She did another journaling class yesterday, and included my little handout on the topic of blogging. It seems that blogging is an enormously popular topic in the journal-writing class. Who would have thought? ;-P