January 17th, 2007

running, bomb tech

wake to a morning of sunlight

http://graphics2.snopes.com/photos/airplane/graphics/school1.jpg -- not a graphic to inspire confidence.
http://community.livejournal.com/note_to_asshat/345635.html -- bad underwear design.
http://abclocal.go.com/wpvi/story?section=bizarre&id=3182960 -- a particularly Alaskan problem
http://community.livejournal.com/lj_biz/239876.html -- LJ is changing service providers for their gathering of usage stats, and have the opt-out as a console command if you care to do that.

I just won at HD. I pulled the 3.25-gig 1998 HD out of V's old lappy and shoved it in a cheap small enclosure. Granted, it is not a perfect thing, but it is such a quick and easy process!

http://minstrel.starstonedesign.com/archives/filk/000084.html -- People who it is wisest to not hold at knifepoint. And that was apropos of http://news.sky.com/skynews/article/0,,91059-1246969,00.html ...

http://www.thestylemachine.com/metele/ -- did I post this? It's great. WHACKITY!
http://www.moderndrunkardmagazine.com/issues/05_02/5_02_space%20winos.html -- complete with top ten list!

http://theferrett.livejournal.com/853340.html -- love.
bleeding, Ryoko

Before I sleep: the Salad Incident

There was a Salad Incident this evening. I have yet to go to the corner drugstore for medical tape, but I probably should do this. Greenware is very dangerous to play around with. I was trying to extract a salad bowl from the cupboard. I grabbed the big blue-and-purple dollar store bowl, but wouldn't you know, it fouled with a coffee cup on the way out. I tried to juggle them both to a safe landing, and was completely taken by surprise when somewhere on the way down, the coffee cup came to no harm but the bowl shattered into quite a few million pieces.

"Oh dear," I said, or words to that effect. hcolleen rushed over to my aid.

It was about at this time that I noticed that there was a nice slice through the top of my right ring finger, at an angle so it was both leaking at a steady rate and also not hurting as much as a cut like that should.

I warned hcolleen that I was going to be pouring alcohol on this (fresh out of hydrogen peroxide), so to please not be alarmed if I screamed. She appreciated the warning. I didn't scream, and patched myself up with adhesive bandages to hand, hoping that I wouldn't need stitches. hcolleen fished the notable pieces out of the sink and into the trash can. Hooray for hcolleen!

In the shower tonight, when the bandages inevitably fell off (I'd hoped to keep them on and swap them out after, for maximum not-disturbing-the-wound) I saw to my surprise that the thing seems to have sealed itself. I see the semicircle of discoloration where the edges of the wound are, but it looks and feels not half as horrible as it was earlier. It's re-bandaged, and isn't doing anything alarming.

My foot, on the other hand, is still not happy. I seem to have picked up another bruise on the bottom of it. Are there routinely rocks that I step on wrong? I don't like limited mobility, especially when I have the energy but it just HURTS to walk on.
  • Current Music
    "Parade", Voltaire, in my head
phone, cordless phone

All hail the King of Dunces!

I was running late this morning, but I stopped by the drugstore and got gauze and tape, intending to apply them to my finger once I had a moment at work, but I took the adhesive bandages off, and while it's ugly, I don't really think it needs taping up during the day.

There was some random misunderstanding last night, resulting in some pieces of the wrong paperwork doing bad things. This was from the supervisors. Oi.

We're supposed to get a report kicked out to us every Monday. This is supposed to be automatic. It didn't do that this Monday. It didn't do it Tuesday. This morning, it transpired that the person we were trying to contact, to tell her that there was a problem with it, is actually no longer with the company. Woops. So her replacement hacked at it and it finally came out, holding up my paperwork in the process.

The Princess is still working on getting people's hours doing what they need to be doing. Meanwhile, I can catch up on some of the things that had to be left undone from Monday (!) when the thing didn't do its thing.

The Lipton Vanilla Caramel Truffle tea is disappointing, because it tastes slightly burnt. Of course, it could also be clashing with apple/orange/cinnamon in my mouth, so I'll give it another chance.

I've been contemplating getting a random yoga-type ball (I'm not picky about what the ball was originally intended for, so long as it's the right size and shape and can take someone large sitting on it, and Snarky Lady was recommending a Pilates ball) for a seat at work. That would certainly mean more bouncing and more general happiness with staying in one spot working on paperwork. I'd have to get a ball and something to cover it, but it would be so nice to sit on. The cover would probably work to keep it from rolling all around all over. I have to have a cover on a ball-for-seat, because the materials are not very breathable, and it's not nice to be sweating directly on one's seat like that.

Annnd! The Princess is done with the hours! And the remote reports are uploaded! Joy!
  • Current Music
    "Dunce", Voltaire, on Pandora
phone, cordless phone

Working hard, actually.

Gah. I do not need bloody hormones chiming in and becoming obnoxious. What's so special about today? And it's not like I can excuse myself and properly take care of things, either.

(Though getting distracted and then getting tea does help diminish the effects. But dang. Having a bedmate-as-well-as-bondmate would come in really handy about now.)

I'm working on revamping the job briefing for $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB. Since the job got changed around by the client and in response to interviewer feedback, there are significant changes needed to the briefing.

OMG. So Mr. "I Wanna Be A Star" (I know I've mentioned him before, but I don't have a coherent nickname for him) had *13* problems in the infraction log before they pulled him to be a supervisor? ARE THEY ON FUCKING CRACK?! (Actually, we were just desperate, and needed vaguely competent warm bodies.) But still. (Everybody thinks he's a slacker and an idiot.)