So, yeah. This is my life. Friday is check-in; check-in is fun. I think Saturday (today) is Comic Pirate Super's last day out front. It looks like Rules Lawyer Monitor is going back on the phones for good. (!) The lady who's the training lead is retiring come November. There's going to be a supervisor shortage soonish, I think. Comic Pirate Super is going back in the back full time to replace the guy who just left. K-Bone might be going back to replace Comic Pirate Super in Sampling.
Advancement comes in sneaky little bits. Since when did they start giving out balloons, candy, and movie passes for hiring anniversaries?
Fuzzy, if you're reading this, I haven't forgotten about you, and I still am stewing over how to do stuff. I haven't had the chance to IM back lately, because I'm half-dead from the whole work/no brain thing.
Translation of poetry is something that amazes me, because it not only involves transferring meaning between language, but preserving poetic structure while doing so.
I may acquire some notoriety at work for my little cartoons. I should really scan more and put them up. Like, maybe Tuesday?
The local grocery store does not have the pens that I thought they have. I am vexed. They did get a new shipment in, but the new pens are not the liquid ink highlighters I so adore. Alas! I shall have to restock somewhere else.
There is a nifty new survey at work that mentions both Mountain Dew and anime. I may wind up on it tomorrow (Saturday).
Next week, I have three days as check-in, as the usual Sunday morning person is on vacation.
Today I got to help the girl who reminds me very strongly of our goose Friendly. She was having dreadful computer problems. She's worked here long enough to be a little better with computers. She seems like a very nice, though horribly shy, person (she was the one who had the table fall down go boom on her some many months ago) without much in the way of common sense or personal grace. It helps to log into the job, and I'm sure that her misinterpretation of what I was saying was a valid one, but it's the sort of misinterpretation that happens when one has about the common sense of a goose who's being herded with a hockey stick.