When it was made known that there would be new management in the apartment complex, one of my first actions was to go, say hello to the new management, and voice my concerns about the laundry room. I repeated this a few days later. The new manager said that she was too new here to really know what was up, but she would take the concerns about the laundry room hours under consideration, and I should get back with her in about a week to see what her decision on the laundry room issue was.
Since Life Happens, I never did wind up back in the office, but I noticed something interesting.
The laundry room hours sign is down now.
The laundry room has been brightly lit at all hours lately.
The laundry room was not bolted when I went down just a few minutes ago with a box of stuff to pass on to others who could use it more.
I think we have our twenty-four-seven laundry room back! Glee!
I have the jitters. I also have the sarcasm set to high. Therefore, I must be careful to school my face into an absolute blank. My default expression is actually slightly smiling, but we all know how a slight smile can get out of control and twitch and waver when one is trying to not smile as much as one wants to. Therefore, my blank face is on and on hard.
Jitters are from coffee. Sarcasm/fight for the face is due to the Leftover Leftovers Guy incident, and how very much things are going according to quiet little rule books and procedure and not the Good Ol' Boys Network. Snarky Lady is not about to take shit, and if Leftover Leftovers Guy dishes any out, there will be rather official shit dished right back. Because, well, some things are just wrong.
Have established that chalky obnoxious little candies are Bad Things. Query is still running, even though I've been running little errands here and there to keep things going smoothly in the workplace.
Monitor room is hot. I overheat. This is combated with iced coffee. Hooray for iced coffee. It also takes serious processor and ages to do a hell of a lot with the pretty pictures I'm making for Pink Shirt Guy.
Since I have a reasonably small processor that is not suited for things like gaming, it takes me blue forever. I'm attempting to change things around so I can see what Im looking at. That's going to be interesting.
Jitter, bounce, behave obnoxiously. I can run and get coffee in the time that it takes this thing to finish one thing. If I'm going to be doing this a lot, I am going to have to have a top-of-the-line system to work on. ;)
St00pid slow compeh.
Black death stuck in my head again. "Speaking epidemiologically..."
This, of course, is the cue for me to make sure I am wearing perfume and lipstick. While I am waiting for the damn chart to render.
I'm hoping to see a few pretty little curves. (Pretty curves!) I just have to know how to sort it. Oh, and I should filter for the thing. Pink Shirt Guy is going to be here pretty late anyway. What I want to see is how with a very few exceptions, people tend to do a series of ascending curves
... Bleep, I should just do one phone goon at a time, maybe? Or not. Or whatever. I like charts, but sometimes, oh sometimes, they are not much with the liking of me. Save the fuck out of it and start the hell over? Meh.
I have hair long enough to wear it in a bun. An observation that someone in the longhair comm made was that even Princess Leia does not have enough hair to do Princess Leia buns. When you see her hair loose in subsequent movies? So not long or thick enough to do that! I have hair almost that length now. It's not long enough.