January 23rd, 2006

trust, best friends forever, snot-nosed brats

Geekboy sure knows how to show a girl a good time.

My cunning mission to deliver the Christmas package to Darkside was a success. A giggling, lightsabrey success.

Had to clean up after work and fill the gas tank before actually going out there. I take longer primping than I thought I do, especially when it's him and I'm still a little disoriented after work. I really do need to make myself a driving mix.

I got there an hour later, rang the doorbell ... and nothing happened. I tried ringing again, then knocking on the new security screendoor. I turned the cellphone back on (I'd turned it off so that I would absolutely not be interrupted throughout this) and called. "Do you know if your doorbell's broken?"

We exchanged gifts. He got the Lord of the Rings: Return of the King PC game in a large dice bag. (Target: dollar section drawstring wine bag. Looks like a dice bag to me!) I got a movie store gift card. He belatedly realized that I don't tend to watch movies; I reassured him that I actually do on occasion.

Geekboy's idea of Great Fun to be had by all was a Star Wars fan films DVD he'd picked up at GenCon. Words do a very incomplete expression of all the excessively geeky love I had for him at that point. But before he started the first one, I excused myself to the restroom (an hour drive after work plus a fan film is not a good combination) and my leaving the room inspired him to remember that the better ones are really on theforce.net, and that a foray into the office would be a good plan.

He booted up the family computer. XP. I saw the login name [Lucius]. He hit OK without typing in a password. I fairly shrieked at him about security. He rolled his eyes. "I know. Don't lecture me, lecture my dad. I keep trying to tell him, but he won't listen."

I popped out of the computer room and inquired (slightly stridently) what the man meant by having an admin login without password on a 'net-enabled computer. I got a lot of shrug and a lot more empty stare. I huffed back in, convinced once again that the man is impossible. (And yet father and son are so much alike. I love it.)

We watched Jedi Hunter, Sith Apprentice, and I think maybe one more thing before the constant errors with the computers (internet freezing, computer freezing, browser crashing, and all the things you get with a seriously buggy pc -- or two: we swapped over to his dad's laptop when the desktop didn't work, and it did Bad Things too -- when the root source of the problem is somewhere between the keyboard and the chair.

OMG my bondmate needs a computer of his own.

After that, fan films from the DVD. He was hogging the pillow and refused to share his shoulder as a pillow. Brat. :) (His room has no seating save for the bed, but that has plenty of sprawl-space, so that's what we do.

I wound up going home after two blissful hours. That was just what I needed to reset myself. He probably needed a friend about too. I wonder if I could persuade him to make this a weekly appointment while I'm car-sitting: an appointment featuring the car, me, him, his massive media setup, and the crucial movies he feels I absolutely must see. Because while I hate to watch a movie alone, I'm often up for a good movie with a best friend. Especially with the sort of best friend who does snarky commentary. Yum.
work, headset, nerf bat, working

Not dead.

Went to bed in a reasonably timely fashion Saturday night; got up Sunday morning and went to work.

Pink Shirt Guy wasn't in. I did the check-in things I could do out front (there was one notable spreadsheet that I have to do things with that was missing; that spreadsheet is having some errors with macroes, and will be reconstructed manually, and then Management will have a look at it when she gets in. I saw part of what was going wrong in the VB, but it went by too fast, and I don't know that spreadsheet and it's not commented for an outsider to work with.

Went back into Sampling and finished up the work on the suite of backup disks involving that selfsame spreadsheet. I thought all was done, but then -- I found one stray file lurking in a place I hadn't looked. And because I'd measured once, I had to cut twice -- er, that is to say, I had to copy the damn files off the CD and back onto the HD because, surprise surprise, by Managerial Instruction I'd deleted them off the network as soon as I got them burned. So. Burn, copy, re-add, re-burn.

This is the amount of floppy-disks I've been working with.

I was about to stack the completed disks onto Management's desk in my triumph, when a little thing at the back of my head warned me that this was too easy, and not enough evidence of hard work done, visually. And I was reminded of grifyn's triumphant presentation of a color-coded, tabbed, and indexed report binder to someone who was maybe expecting papers shoved in a folder any which way.

Management may have been expecting naked CDs in a pile on her desk. What Management got was a rubber-banded pair of sets of disks-in-paper-sleeves (one primary and one backup) with each set wrapped in a clever little paper label proclaiming the broad topic on the front and the contents of each disk on the back. I was wise enough to realize that there was no way for me to make this look slick without making it look exceptionally cheesy, especially as I had not really got the tools to hand to present these properly. I did not want to make this look like it was supposed to look good but I fell short of the mark. Instead, I went for higher-end presentation dressed down. A slick semi-gloss color CD booklet only looks good in a jewelcase. A label with the company logo slapped on a notebook and with the contents written on it looks good in semi-gloss color, and is cutely ironic wrapped around a stack of CDs.

I anticipate being patted on the head and being given more interesting little things to do in the future.
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    "Decent Days & Nights" in my head again; "Look How the Mighty have Fallen", ditto
trust, best friends forever, snot-nosed brats

LJ vs. bondmate

Sunday the 22nd marks five years that I've been in love with my best friend. Officially.

I find it amusing that I didn't make any entries yesterday in favor of hanging out with him.
phone, cordless phone

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OMG the traffic was dire. Construction plus accident. Plasma day. I need shoes. I will go do that next.