Tomorrow the shift ends at 3 or so. The geeks will take over the network at 4:30. We are short on people now.
There is this really odd guy who used to be a temp. He is just very surreal.
Life is good. Life is very good. I have Robbie Williams singing in my head. There is rain. Finally. I am validating.
When did I get prissy? That speaks of some profound disconnect from something. And then I see the guys and I'm glad.
I missed most of the rain this morning. I was inside. Alas.
Rev. Not-So-Nice Super and Comic Pirate Super are dreadful. They just impersonated a cellphone helpdesk. Granted, it was a wrong number. But they didn't say so. Comic Pirate Super was reasonably helpful. Rev. Not-So-Nice Super was about as polite and friendly as your average IVR.
I blasted out everyone's eyes today. I have a Hawaiian-print shirt. It's got a black background with yellow and pink flowers. It's very cheerful. Rev. Not-So-Nice Super was appalled. Wait until
his inner darkness gets a load of "Yellow Submarine" he sees the Descendant of the Frog Skirt...
("The Frog Skirt" was a turquoise-blue skirt with a pattern of little toxic rainforest frogs. Very bright. Mama thought it would be hideous. It was actually gorgeous through sheer audacity.)
...Did the Barking Mad Professional just call Rev. Not-So-Nice Super "Charlie Brown"?! I think she did!!
All done. Hooray for spreadsheets. I am learning new and more efficient processes.
I was supposed to have gone to bed an hour and a half ago. I've been running on not enough sleep.
Instead, I got started adding household tasks to my electronic calendar. I used this before with some success, until the household schedule fell apart, and so did the palmtop's screen.
I'm hoping this will work to keep me at least semi-motivated to keep house a little better. What I want is an efficient system that I run without really even thinking about it, because rote tasks are best done on automatic for me. It's gotten so that I have to actively resist taking a shower at night to go to bed without showering, because it's just what I do. Take off the clothes, and before putting on the nightgown, take a shower. (I am capable of going without showering while depressed. It's far best to have it become automatic so it takes more energy than I have while depressed to resist.)
With any luck, I'll be able to make housework automatic.
The end goal of all this is naturally to have a clean and tidy apartment, but also to have the apartment in a state where I know that it'll only take a few moments (well, fifteen minutes of whirlwind pickup) to have the place in a state where I'd feel comfortable about at least Lady Malfoy giving it a look over, if not Malfoy Senior.
... why yes, I feel like I'm preparing for a job interview, a little. I don't think they're going to stop by any time soon, but I'd be far more comfortable with them and with myself if I could invite them in for a cup of tea with a clear housekeeping conscience. I want to establish that I can too take good care of their son if he moved in with me, and I want to make that care automatic.