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I know it's been a while when my saved draft is something about our income tax return....
I figured I'd better say something. Seems like no one's been posting today.
Stuff that's been going on:
Studying for the LSAT. Been somewhat consistent with that for a while.
Becoming edumacated on real estate. Seriously considering investment properties (I think that's the buzzword). I know a few of you have done that. Any suggestions? hehe, as if there isn't a world to learn from books... Any book suggestions?
I've been temporarily reassigned to communications at work. Documentation, specifically. Apparently, I can write. Bwaha! So, I'm a technical writer for now. It's OK, but not something I would want to do forever. It gets kind of boring. But, it's a change, and I can listen to music while explaining our complex navigation structure, so it works. And I've learned tons about MediaWiki (the guts behind Wikipedia). Cool program. Right now, they're not planning to open the "Wiki" up to the public (calling it a "manual" instead). I think that will tick off enough people that they'll eventually have to open it. I hope so. I certainly don't think our tech writers (even me) are the absolute most authoritative ever on our software.
Our rental house (one we're renting from someone else, not an investment), is working out fairly well. Cheap and a good location. That sums it up.
Yup.
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Well, it looks like we will be able to buy our house. That sounds weird, but if you think about it, it's really not. We rent from Rita's parents, and they're going to sell the house to us. We're trying to work out financing with the bank. I found a pretty good rate (compared to all the others in and out of town), so that really helps. Then the we've also got great sellers (:-D), no prior debt (even with us both soon to be college grads), and I've got great credit for some reason. I *knew* there was a reason that I worked hard paying my bills. ;-) But it's not finalized yet. We'll see what happens. If it all works out as planned, we should be able to be "home owners" (i.e., renting from the government and paying back our mortgage) fairly soon. I think Rita's more excited about it than I am (and I'm pretty excited). It's fun to be working on this.
And a big "THANK YOU!" to Rita's parents for their help, generosity, and general wonderfulness in all of this. They've been great. It's a true blessing to have fantastic inlaws.
Work has been pretty good, too. The "change" I mentioned last time hasn't been burdensome yet. So that's nice. And I've got freedom/responsibility to try to replace our current chat program, so that's cool, too. Right now, we're using two different chat programs. One that we've had for a while that is going to drastically increase in price if we want to have more operators (something we need), and one that's free but garbage. The free one was one we found recently and thought would work out well. It's open source, seemed to be well-liked by many reviews, but in application, it really isn't very good at all. So I'm going to try to find a better program. The biggest problem I see is that there are TONS of options. Whittling them down to a good one is going to be...fun.
I ended up reading Trinity and Reality by Ralph Smith before starting on A Tale of Two Cities again. T&R hits on the basics of the Christian worldview with an emphasis on the Trinity. I wish I could get my "Jesus only" coworker to read it. After reading about all of the trinitarian passages in the Bible, it's hard to believe that anyone could believe that way. Anyway, it was a good read.
I'm currently in the last section of A Tale of two Cities, so it's very interesting right now. But I have to admit: it seems almost like it's been 250 pages of relative boredom to get to these good parts. I'm really enjoying it now, but sheesh, I was getting lost among the characters, lacking focus, etc. for a while. But that's probably my fault.
I'm not sure what I'll read after this. Maybe that vaccines book Rita's reading. Been hearing good stuff about it.
OK. Must look for that livechat program now.
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The last week and a half or so have been excellent. Even the dark day that was Tuesday could not destroy it. Life has been good.
Tuesday was dark because things have changed here at work. But I'm hoping that it isn't going to turn out as dark as I originally imagined. It's a reorganization and a bunch of business/politics, which I hate, but that's OK. As my father in-law aptly put it, "it's a paycheck." And my job hasn't changed--yet, so I'll be happy.
I've been reading a lot. It's great. I'm actually reading books instead of talking about reading books. Good stuff.
( Books finished in October )
Since I last posted...
I finally read Productive Christians in an Age of Guilt Manipulators. Gave me an increased loathing of socialism. An excellent book. Dad, you're right: everyone should read this book.
I read That Hideous Strength on Tuesday and Wednesday. It was excellent, but more confusing than I was expecting. It was one of those books where I got to the end and couldn't decide immediately if I even liked it at all, but then almost immediately wanted to reread the whole series. The more I think about it the more I know that I really did like it a lot, but it was not what I was expecting. And I don't think I come close to understanding all of it.
I just finished The Great Divorce. It's short and good. It was not what I expected at all. I had always assumed that it was more in the vein of Mere Christianity for some reason. (Probably because the copy I read looks almost identical to my copy of MC.)
Next up is A Tale of Two Cities. I'm already part of the way into it. But it's a fairly long book. We'll see how it goes.
OK, it's lunch time. Time to finish this and get gone.
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A user just tried to upload several large images to his site... Apparently, the Java Applet was having trouble because it said that it had "59,000,000 hours, 15 minutes" remaining until the files would be available.
59,000,000 hours / 24 = 161,643 days
161,643 days / 365 = 6,735 years
Yeaaaah... I guess my initial statement that his grand kids might be able to view the files online was off by *just* a little.
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...til' I wake Rita up. I'll write until then.
To summarize work lately: another coworker quit, everything likes to break, stress causes pain, I feel like quitting but can't, people hate us. Yup. That's about it. Now, on to something more interesting.
Rita is pregnant. I know that y'all know, but it's fun to write that. It's also fun, at times, to see her pregnant. It's also hard, though. She's not having to endure morning sickness the way that some do, but she can't eat the things that she's loved for so long (fruits), and she's almost constantly tired. Poor gal. Then she has the thought that if she wants a lot of kids, she'll have to do this next time with a child around needing time with mommy and a daddy who still needs time with mommy (that'd be me). I can understand why the first three are the most difficult (many women have said this to me). But, to my dear wife's credit, she's standing up to the pregnancy and being very mature about it. She's a great woman. Heck, I had to practically twist her arm to get her to drop her cleaning job (she's going to tell them today the she needs to quit). I love her. For a lot of reasons.
Had lunch with a family at church on Sunday. Great family. He's an ER doc. After dinner, I had a good chat with him and his med school student about options. It was very helpful. And he offered that I can come and shadow him any Saturday that I want. That's a great offer and I'm going to try to take him up on it. It was funny to hear some of his ER stories. He told us a great one that had just happened the previous day. This drunk guy came into the ER (not unusual) with this story: Apparently, he had been out with a bunch of friends (school is back in), drinking with them, and wanted to take a swim. But he knew that he was fairly drunk, but didn't want to lose his beer bottle. So, bright-boy decides to duct tape his beer bottle to his hand. Naturally, on the way to the water, he trips and falls. Guess what happens to the glass beer bottle in his hand when he tries to break his fall? Yes, so the guy ends up in the ER with a bloody mess of duct tape on his hand and several deep lacerations. As he said, "I guess that wasn't too smart." He told us another story about a bunch of drunks asking a blind guy to drive them home since "your not as drunk as we are." That was a hoot, too. The blind guy said that the judge didn't think it was very funny.
OK. It's seven. Must go wake up Rita. We're going to Mary Lou's for breakfast. :-D
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I just got my pay stub for the last pay period. I got another bonus! Woohoo! I had a bonus the paycheck before last, then a larger than normal paycheck last time because I worked 15 hours of overtime, then another bonus this time. That certainly makes me feel more appreciated for the onslaught of work we've been enduring the last month or so! Nice to see hard work rewarded. It's nice also since the baby is on the way (which will certainly cost money eventually) and we've had more bills lately (Rita's tuition, life insurance, school books, etc.).
I'm putting shelves in one of our closets today. I got most of the materials for free raiding neighbors' garbage (an old TV display shelves system is supplying the shelves). I think I'll get it finished.
Rita is grocery shopping. When she gets home, I plan to show her how to list stuff on ebay. Then we're going to try to sell several of the textbooks and things we've been storing for ebaying. I hope that goes well.
And I got my first Social Security Benefits letter today. I'm always scared when I get something from the government, but this one, thankfully, wasn't too scary. It was just telling me that I've got a ways to go before I'll have worked enough to get full retirement from them (as if *snort*). Really, though, if I've only worked a few years and have already amassed 15 of the 40 required credits, isn't that kind of pathetic? Whatever. I'm not expecting anything from it anyway. Socialism is stupid. But hey, it was nice to see them saying "We'll owe you this much" (if we can manage by then) instead of receiving another bill or payment notice from the government.
Techy news: I was finally able to get some form of VNC to work! Logmein.com did the trick. I'd tried RealVNC, but I've never been able to get it to work for whatever reason. Logmein seems to be good enough for what I'm wanting, though, and its base service is free, so I'm happy. It's pretty cool to be able to see your home computer's desktop from Panera (or wherever).
OK, on to those shelves.
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It's been much, much too busy to enjoy work. It's been crazy. Yesterday, though, took the prize as busiest. For 90 percent of the work days of year, 20+ items would be considered busy. I hit 52 yesterday. I think that may have tied a record for our department, but I'm not certain. It broke my personal high of 43 (I think that was the number). I think this is only the second or third time I've hit 40+.
Our normal "busy after a release of the software" time is compounded by a coworker quitting this week. So, not only has he quit, but my supervisor has to try to find a replacement for him, so he isn't able to help out with the glut of calls/emails/chats. It's been fairly not-fun this week.
Yesterday, when I finally was done at nearly 7, I went to pick up Rita at her parents'. It's funny... After a really long day like that, I have a time where I'm very spent. As I told Rita, I felt like I was the fuse between a motor and the power source and someone had turned up the power much too high for too long and had fried me. But, after eating supper and just...detoxing [?] I felt a ton better. It was like my energy was renewed and my attitude markedly changed. It sure felt better.
I'm going to try to post again later. So far, today has been better, so maybe it'll actually happen!
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LJ's pretty slow today. I guess most people have a life. ;-)
I'm reading Persuasion. I think that this and maybe Mansfield Park are the only ones I have failed to read thus far. I had read half of this one a couple of years ago, but got derailed by courtship or moving or something. Anyway, I started over from the beginning since I didn't feel like trying to sort out my remembrance of which character was the good one and which was the bad based upon a cursory reading two years ago.
I finished Eat the Rich (hence the aforementioned fictional work being read). I liked it a lot. Economics are interesting. Even after reading a book on economics for fun (I know, it's O'Rourke, so that hardly counts), passing Macro and Micro Economics in college, and growing up with a dad who talked economics a lot, I feel like I barely have a decent grasp of the subject. I think I need to read a lot more to really understand it to my satisfaction.
We have new computer! It would have arrived Thursday (the day that they estimated that it might ship when I bought it), but neither of us were home at 5:30 that evening to sign for it. So it came yesterday at about 7 (I didn't know UPS delivered that late--don't they have lives?) I was a tiny bit disappointed to open the case of the computer itself. It had a different kind of graphics card slot than I was expecting. But hey, it's a good deal for a very decent computer that should last us for quite a while. We're not computer geeks. I haven't got it online yet. I think the ethernet cord I was using is shot. Bummer, too, since it's the only 50 foot one I have. Of course, I think I'll end up just moving the router closer to the computer. Having a long ethernet cord running through three rooms in the house probably isn't going to fly long-term with my wife. O:-D I have hooked it up otherwise, though, and turned it on. The monitor is nice. 17 inch flat panel. We likes it very much. It should serve us nicely for quite some time.
I've now been here at work for 9.5 hours. I'm not going crazy yet. Really. My back is a bit sore, though. I normally have a lunch break in the middle of my nine hours. Ah well. I'll get up and take a walk around the building in a bit.
Rita made a nice surprise drop-in here earlier. She's such a wonderful woman. I heartily approve of her. I think I'll keep her.
I wonder what I'll be doing in ten years. I honestly have no idea. I never would have thought five years ago that I would still be in customer support and in, of all places, Illinois. But that's where I've been led. And it's been an interesting 5 years. That's for sure. With Rita at my side, the next five should be fun as well. We enjoy phrases like, "thundering stupidity!," so it should be worth the ride.
We went to a coffee house last night to hear some friends of ours play their music. I think that they're pretty good. I don't particularly get excited about bluegrass, but that's just because I don't like it that much (hmmm... redundancy).
TV. TV's an interesting thing. I must confess that when people I care about write things about TV shows and what's going on in the show, I feel slightly...annoyed. It's not that I'm worried that they'll give something away, but that they care about it enough to write about it. TV seems like such a colossal waste of time. I watch some myself (everyone say hypocrite, hypocrite, hypocrite), but I, in some ways, wish that I didn't. I don't watch anything "live," though, so I guess at least I'm not wasting time on commercials. It just seems that there are so many shows that are "good enough to watch" that if you don't draw the line somewhere, you'll end up with a show every night. Or more. TV seems like such a slippery slope to me. It's so much easier to watch a couple episodes of the Simpsons than to read two chapters of Austen. Or Twain. And I LIKE those authors! "Balance! Balance!," the crowd screams. Sure, I want to be balanced, but not with TV. I know what it does to people. I don't want to be an addict. I don't want to be sucked in. I don't really know where I'm going with this. It just scares me to think of being a TV junkie. It scares me how easily I can get "into" a show. It scares me how many other people seem to be wasting their lives in front of a box. I think it's a healthy fear. I hope that I always fear it. Or perhaps not fear. Perhaps, distasteful respect, is the phrase. I hope I never look at television indifferently. I hope that I am always reluctant to start a new show. Are some shows well-written? Sure. Are they entertaining? Indubitably. But what's the point? What is to be gained? Is it profitable? Then again, are sports? Movies? Is LJ? What constitutes "profitable"? There's also, of course, something to be said for understanding one's culture. I don't want to be cloistered away with Shakespeare, O'Rourke, the Bible, and Jane Austen my whole life (though I'd take that over TV any lifetime). Again, I have no idea where I'm going with this. I'm thinking through my fingertips. TV bothers me. The thought of being attached to TV shows bothers me. The thought of caring who wins American Idol bothers me. Maybe the thought of not thinking is what bothers me. Or of thinking, but being engrossed by things that are largely irrelevant. I don't know. I'm not to a conclusion yet. Yet, I'm going to post this. "No! No!," the crowd screams.(I do wish that they would shut up.)
I feel stupid after writing a long paragraph like that. I feel like I have tons of thoughts in my head, but very few conclusions. I could BS conclusions, but little that's real or original and concrete. I hope I get there one day.
Um, that wasn't very funny. Rita said to write something funny. Sorry, Rita. Blast it all. I'm too serious. I'm not a very good humorous writer...yet. *Makes note to read more Wodehouse and O'Rourke.*
OK. That's enough for now.
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I keep having to remind myself of that. "Six days shall you labor and do all of your work..." But really, this should hardly be considered work. I've had two contacts at work since 7 am, one of which was responding to an email sent to our support with simply "hello?" as its message. E.g., it's slow. I sincerely hope that it stays that way. Slow = no or few problems with the upgrade.
I think the best thing about working here alone is the lack of noise. Other people are so noisy. They constantly feel the need to talk. Losers. I am very content to sit here, read my books, research things on the net, and grumpily take any contacts from customers that come my way.
Darn. I knew it was too good to be true. Our worst customer, the one that is so horrible that she has made our boss throw up before (seriously), just emailed in demanding that someone call her. This woman is too much. She's not content to complain via email or chat (the prescribed means for today--I'm not supposed to have to use the phone). No. She's too important for that. We have to call her. Blast. And the sorry thing is that she's the main contact for our second biggest district (i.e., second biggest inflow of revenue). She says "jump" we usually say, "most of us are white, but we'll try." Oh well.
More later...If I survive the call.
Edit: Hah! Called my boss to check and see if I had to call her. He says that they told her before hand that LiveChat and email is all that would be available today. I just have to email her. Woohoo! :-D
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I'm at work right now. On a Saturday. That in and of itself is a rarity since I never have worked on Saturday for this employer. But the week has also been weird for other reasons as well.
My sisters were here. They are weird. Thus, the week was weird. It was fun having them, though. Too bad that they don't live closer.
The main thing that has made the week weird, doubtless, is nothing more than the schedule. There was a holiday this week. (Bet ya didn't know that! That's why this blog is great--useful information.). Of course, that might mean that I'm only getting normal pay for this extra ten hours of work today. I'll bet that's the way it'll be. Because I'll have only "technically" worked 42 hours this week, by the end of the day, I'll get only two hours of overtime instead of the 10 that I'm working today. Why? I didn't work on Tuesday since it was a holiday. So I'll get paid for today, but only at the normal rate for the first 8 hours of it. This might be cynical, but I have to wonder if the powers that be scheduled the release for this weekend on purpose because of that. It would certainly save them money. Of course, I'll still get a bigger paycheck this week, which will be nice, but it would have been nicer if my working overtime today was actually paid at the overtime rate. Such is life.
Enough griping.
It's been a fairly smooth transition so far. I found a fairly substantial bug before anyone reported it, so hopefully we'll get it fixed and it won't cause us grief. And our LiveChat program seems to be broken (one of the main means of contact with customers today), so it is fairly slow. They should have that fixed soon. I hope. Sort of.
There was a cricket outside annoying me earlier. Have I ever mentioned that I think that crickets are one of the most nefarious results of the fall? If not, allow me to state now that crickets rival R&B "music" in annoyance. They are so bad, that I feel I *must* kill one if I see it. I hate them so much that they would be an excruciating form of torture for me. Jiminy didn't bother me, but that's because he spoke rather than squealing. I loathe crickets to such a degree that I frequently have to sleep with earplugs in to keep their wretched sound out of my ears. I felt the most affection for our cat *ever* when Rita informed me that the cat had killed several crickets in our laundry room. I like crickets less than animals. Got the picture? Crickets are wicked, vile, disgusting little creatures. If I could come up with a way to exterminate them all, I'd do it. Heck, I'd settle for a way to exterminate all of them in Illinois. I mention this because there had been a cricket outside of the window here at work. It took two trips outside (between the first and second and second and third paragraphs), but I think I finally ended the pathetic squealers existence. I don't believe in torturing them (i.e., pulling their legs off slowly), but I am happy to smash them heartily. I like spiders more than crickets. At least they're silent. Crickets are not. Jerks.
OK, I should do something else now.
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I called 911 two nights ago. First time in my entire life, I think. It was a very surreal experience. I'm glad it wasn't a worse situation. Basically, I was reporting profound stupidity hoping to avert disaster. I had been driving on Reeds Station Rd. It has a lot of hills, lacks proficient light, does not have sidewalks, and is narrower than normal for such a busy road. It has also had construction on it recently.
So, I'm on this road at 9:30 because I have just gone to feed our friends' dog. I'm going along slower than I probably normally would have because I was tired, it was late, etc. I come over a hill and in the middle of the road on my side are four pedestrians. I swerve over to avoid hitting them and instinctively hit my horn. They yell something at me and are generally staggering and giving me the impression that they are drunk (why the heck else would you be walking on that road in the dark).
Having passed them, I realized that had there been a car in the other lane, it could have been a very sticky (read: deadly) situation. So I examined my options:
1. Be a boy scout, go back there and tell them that they are being morons. Eh, most people don't like being told that they're being profoundly stupid, I might be endangering my own life [again], turning around on that road would be dangerous, and they probably wouldn't listen to me anyway...
2. Call the police. Now, this is definitely the less exciting route, but given the circumstances, the one that I thought best.
So I grabbed my cell and punched in the famous reversed number of the longest Psalm. My phone made a weird beeping noise so I punched "end" thinking that those numbers must not work on a cell. I quickly realized that it made that noise because it was kindly informing me that I was making an emergency call. So I did it again. And after one ring, I was speaking to a dispatcher: "911, what's your emergency." While I was trying to explain the situation to her, another one broke in "911 what's your emergency." So I ended up talking to two dispatchers at the same time. The call, if I heard it now, would probably make me want to smack myself. I grew up in NC. We never gave "north, south, east, west" directions. So when they asked me if it was on the East or West side of Reeds Station Rd, I was stumped. My brain was going, "I thought that road ran North/South. ???" Finally, I decided to use Wal-Mart as a way-point and explained where they were. Then they unceremoniously said "we'll let you go" and the line was dead.
It was an interesting experience. They were much more "to the point" and all business than I was expecting. Almost cold about it. I think I had it in my head that they'd be a little bit more...friendly? But I think that they are just focusing on their job and trying to get the information as quickly as possible so that they can have someone respond and get off in case they need to speak to someone else.
Rita and I saw Superman last night. I think that I liked it. It certainly made me think a lot more than any other major movie I've seen lately. I'm still not entirely sure what the director or scriptwriter was attempting to say, but my guess is that it's supposed to have a veiled Christian message. I don't think that many non-Christians would "get it," so I wonder how effective it will be. And I can see it becoming almost another Passion of the Christ by certain Christians (showing it for evangelism), which I think would be rather...silly. Anyway, it was certainly worth seeing, if for nothing else because it made me exercise my noggin'. Oh, and Rita "got it" before I did. I think I would have gotten it eventually, but she beat me to it and I was like, "Oh. Duh. Of course. That makes total sense." She's a smart chick.
And last but not least, I must confess that I have pretty much given up (for now, anyway), the thought of pursuing law. I simply do not want to be a lawyer. I don't want to go into a ton of debt to do something that I may not enjoy. Instead, I am going to pursue what I do want to do. I want to write. Specifically, I want to become a journalist. I used to equate being a writer with being unemployed. I used to think that saying that you want to write is like taking a vow of poverty (though playing the lottery as your career might be a better analogy--JK Rowling isn't poor). But I no longer think that is the case. Sure, it's likely that I will make less money as a journalist than I could have as a lawyer. But honestly, being wealthy is not what's most important to me in a career. The most important aspect is honoring God. A big part of that is my providing for my family. I believe that it's not a long shot to believe that I could become a reporter or an editor or find some line of work in journalism where I can provide for my family. I don't believe that I am required to be rich to be a faithful husband and father. I've been told my whole life to "do what you want to do" for your career. I think I've finally found it and have the courage to say, "That's it. That's what I want to do." I think that I have a lot to learn. I have a lot of practice ahead of me. Honestly, I almost feel like I have been a much better reader and writer at previous times in my life. I feel out of practice. But I believe that I have it in me.
It always unsettled me when people would ask, "Do you want to be a lawyer?" I thought, "I don't know. I guess. It is something I could be good at and it's a way for me to support my family." But the innate desire was not there. This is different. This is what I actually want to do. I honestly feel like there are a lot of things that I could do and be successful. I think that God has given me many gifts. But if I were not to pursue this, I think I would always have regrets. So with a lot of work and God's help, I intend to do it.
OK. That's that. I'm hungry.
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Well, I was late for work this morning. Hazard of staying up till almost 4 am to watch the midnight showing of a movie. I accurately set the alarm, said alarm went off correctly at 7 am, I turned off the alarm quickly like I normally do, laid back down like I normally do for just a couple of minutes, and the next thing I knew it was 8:15. I'm supposed to be at work at 8. Thankfully, I'm very consistent to work, so my boss wasn't upset when I called him to let him know why I was late and that I'd be a bit later. So, no harm done. Just have an hour to make up sometime.
The movie was OK, I suppose. I don't think I've really *liked* any of the HP movies, though. I know they're movies for children, but still, I really don't care for them. They seem terribly truncated such that I don't think they would make sense if you hadn't read the books yet aren't satisfying having read them, have elements I just don't like, and to me just aren't that enjoyable. Plus, they tend to quash my mind's eye's version of the character. I have a hard time not seeing the movie Hagrid when I read the books, or the movie Harry, etc. And I hope they don't screw up my visions of the castle. :-P I'd much prefer to read the books. I don't think I've seen even one of the HP movies a second time. I'm pretty sure that that pattern will hold true with this one as well.
The most fun part of last night, to me, was dressing up as a wizard attempting to look like a muggle. On the one hand, we probably looked retarded, but on the other, it is fun to be eccentric sometimes.
It's 4:20. I started this entry around 10:00 am.
It's now almost 5. This day hasn't been the greatest. Alas. I think the lack of sleep was making me feel grumpy. Oh well. I feel better now. I'm about to leave work and go see my wife. Yes. I feel much better. Much, much better.
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I'm off work for the weekend in...20 minutes or so. That's good.
I get to see Rita in 15 minutes or so. That's better.
I get to spend the rest of my life with her. That's best. W00t!
Shelley's on her way to see Mike again. Should be an interesting visit...
I worked my arms out so hard earlier that I was having a hard time bringing my cup to my mouth to drink. Yeah. Well, they said to go to fatigue... I think I accomplished that.
Cheap mice pads (the plural of mouse pad? No, it should be mouse pads...) are good cup holders. Ugly, but effective.
My brain feels like my arms...
My boss had 62 items yesterday. 62!!! 27 Clicks (chats with customers), 18 phone calls, and 17 emails. That's roughly fifteen more than I've ever had. Poor guy. And he's not even used to answering the phone or click anymore. I didn't have that hard of a day because my phone was screwed up most of the day, which meant I couldn't be at my desk constantly. Thus, he got the brunt of the traffic because the other two tech guys weren't here (one was sick and one is on vacation). All I've got to say is "ouch." Granted, none of them were very long, but that's still very taxing. Luckily for both of us, today was a holiday for many schools, so we both had a very easy day.
Rita should be here any time now.
I'm hoping to spend many hours working on LSAT prep tomorrow. I hope it goes well. I've finally got a quiet environment in which to study. I aim to make good use of it.
OK. Must prepare for close of day. Till next time....
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With the help of coworkers, I just had my desk raised about four inches. :-D It's rather nice. I can sit with my legs under the desk for the first time. I also had it moved away from the cubicle wall a bit so that I have more leg room and distance from my monitor. (All of this with owner approval, I'll add.) I'll have to take a picture of it sometime. It's kind of impressive compared to the other cubes, if you ask me.
Work has been much more...relaxing today. People are finally getting situated, we assume, so it slowed down a little bit. I haven't hit twenty items yet, which is a welcome relief from the 27-40 average over the last month or two.
Oops, just hit the "sleep" button on my keyboard. Glad it didn't nix my entry.
I think I've got a cold coming on. Bah.
Rita offered to go throw me baseballs at the park after work. I love my wife. She's, just, wow. I'm loving her more and more every day. She works hard, is always sweet, never complains, loves me, is beautiful, isn't the least bit demanding, then offers to throw me baseballs because she knows it'll make me happy... I love her. Such words seem totally inadequate. Alas.
I must go.
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lazy
chipper
good
amused
cheerful
contemplative
Was good, now a bit cynical