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August 7th, 2007

Please don't swear at my friends.
This was the infamous 1-day weekend. Saturday was primarily anime, with the aforementioned Target and Home Depot runs. Sunday was work; I hyperventilated on the way in and was OK coming out, if exhausted. Then I went straight to my secondary job. Then I came home and went to bed. (I'd shut down my computer Saturday night, since she was sounding tired and she needed rebooting.) Monday I was a little better before work, and again went straight to the secondary job, where I uncovered all the insanity with that bloody 11mb spreadsheet. ELEVEN MEGABYTES, PEOPLE.

I tagged & tracked the latest round of suggestions in between the 11mb stuff doing its crazy thing. I am on the verge of refusing to work with it anymore, which is terribly selfish but they are not paying me half enough to contend with that piece of crap. If I quit that job now, it will be because of that spreadsheet (and because I can now afford to quit over something like that).

Today was a little calmer at work; less 60 in queue going on. I went almost straight home, though a detour for refueling Vash was in order. I spent three solid hours trying to catch up with Sunday and Monday on LJ. I'm right smack dab in the middle of this thing. I volunteer for LJ, and I'm fannish (though not in the middle of fandom). I know I'm not the only support/fan crossover person, and I know I'm not the only person looking at both sides of this and watching in dismay as two of my closest groups of friends square off to start hitting. I know if I try to intervene I'll get caught in the crossfire. I think we all know that.

Dinner tonight was Mongolian Barbecue, jai_dit's first official exposure to it (that I know of). It was delicious!

jai_dit's last day at his summer job is Friday; after that he will have about a week off before we return him to the general area of school for more happy school. He gets the week to loaf around and do touristy things.

I got some grocery shopping done. The disturbing part was where I drove past on my way to the store and I saw someone lying in the middle of the street. There were people clustered around and one guy was waving traffic past, so I didn't stop. I'm not trained, and there was someone who looked like (s)he knew what (s)he was doing looking the person over. There were police cars all over when I drove back past that way.

Somehow my spare time got slapped down to near zero. I didn't start the laundry that I was intending to do. I did get groceries, though, so that's a good thing. This weekend will have two days. I can get things done then. There is still glass in my garbage disposal.

My schedule these days (rough version)

Sunday:
0430: wake up.
(breakfast, commute)
0600: work.
1430: end work.
(commute, find supper)
1530: 2nd job start.
2000: flee 2nd job for home.
(shower)
2030: bed.

Monday:
0430: wake up.
(breakfast, commute)
0600: work.
1430: end work.
(commute, find supper)
1530: 2nd job start.
2000: flee 2nd job for home.
(shower)
2030: bed.

Tuesday:
0430: wake up.
(breakfast, commute)
0600: work.
1430: end work.
(commute, find supper)
1530: collapse with general exhaustion.
Perhaps seek recreational activities.
Catch up on LJ.

Wednesday:
0430: wake up.
(breakfast, commute)
0600: work.
1430: end work.
(commute, find supper)
1800: writers group start.
2000: writers group end.
(dinner?)
Bed as soon as home and showered.

Thursday:
0430: wake up.
(breakfast, commute)
0600: work.
1430: end work.
(commute)
1530: job #2 (as needed)
2000 or so: dinner with the House of No Pants (subject to rescheduling based on Life Happens)

Friday:
*ded*
Possible reprise of job #2.

Saturday:
Anime! Errands! Insanity!
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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