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Thursdays never got the hang of me.

I'm getting through the morning paperwork in a rather fast blast these days. I like that. Today I was done with the rest of the stuff before the Princess got done with processing and uploading the stuff that I needed to download. So I poked at things. The database did its thing, and did its thing in a reasonable amount of time. That made me happy.

When I stopped through Management's office, she told me that now that Traveling Management was done with her expense reports, that she'd be appropriating me for database purposes, to see how much I could hack a certain function out of the thing. As she detailed what she needed, my grin got bigger and bigger, and I told her that I'd ship her off her pre-made set of data, the one that I just got finished pulling for her this morning now that Snarky Lady explained how to un-jam a jammed-up database of the Access sort (and yes, I did compact and repair it as well as doing the quick & dirty trick), and then I'd hack on it to get her exactly what she needed out of it.

Then she talked about the idea that I'd be doing more random database things around the office, and talked about the possibility of getting me actual database training. Like, classes. The company, sending me to database training classes, to level up my proficiency and have me learn things in a formal and organized fashion. OMG. Training. Wow. (The company's good about reimbursing people for actual work-related expenses, and a Management-recommended course for professional development would certainly be work-related.)

I worked on that until it was time for me to get out of there, and then spent another fifteen minutes showing Stressy College Chick how to work a certain little data trick. Then I zoomed off for my dentist appointment.
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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