*word, that is.
Still looking for a new job. Interviewed yesterday for a management position. They required a BA and minimum ten years experience. OK that’s fine, so I go and talk to the guy. After 45 minutes he lets on that they are willing to pay the princely sum of 12-14 dollars an hour!
I actually laughed out loud…I totally thought he was joking. I wished him good luck. So no job, week before Xmas, feh.
Not a bad day.
We completed the go-live on our system last weekend and now we are in “support” mode. Which means sit and wait until someone calls with a problem. Which means sit and wait. I am compensated rather well for this. I leave this client at the end of this week (leaving is nice) and have a new client lined up to start Jan. 8. So, I get 2 weeks off at the holidays. Nice.
Also, my wife just called to tell me her previous employer wants her back at a 40% increase over her old salary. Niiiiiiiiiiiiice.
For lunch we are going to a Thai place that puts your picture on the wall if you can eat their hottest dish. We are all going to try to get our picture on the wall. Maybe not so nice?
I’ve got all my junk boxed up and I’m sitting here waiting to move over to a satellite studio to start work on a new game project. This is great news because I’ve been at loose ends for the last couple of months since my last project ended rather messily. (Supervising an audit of a developer has a way of souring your working relationship with them … .)
I think I’ll walk over to the MTV cafeteria and get some lunch, then work on writing a plot synopsis for the new game until the movers show up … .
The great news was that I bought myself another copy of Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. The bad news was that the dentist’s office where I lost my copy earlier phone to say they had it waiting for me…
My wisdom (or lack thereof) are healing well. I have to squirt arse-nasty stuff from a syringe into my mouth periodically, which is not fun, but not for much longer.
My brother got me a surprise gift for Christmas (he swears it’s ten times better than anything I suggested to him) and he won’t tell me what it is and it’s driving me nuts.
I’m going to watch Wordplay with Jon Stewart in a bit.
I’m bored out of my mind today. I haven’t had a call since last week and not having anything much to do is really tedious.
I went shopping on my lunch hour with my daughter.
I’d like to be at home baking yummy things and drinking too much.
I’ll spoil it. It’s me bustin’ outta a box.
Merry Christmas.
Or, they’re just really good at looking busy. 
Seconded! I haven’t had anything to do since Friday afternoon. I’m in my third week at the new job, and so far I really like it, but when things get slow here they are s l o w. Actually, while I was typing that last sentence my boss came by and said she might have something for me to work on in a little while … yay!
I got some nasty e-mails from a guy who is in love with me, with whom I am not so much in love. He keeps throwing temper tantrums and breaking up with me over e-mail, and then calling in tears and apologizing and promising me that he’s learned his lesson and he’ll never do it again.
The last time he did that I said “The next time you do this will be the last.” So last week he sent me a snarky e-mail and a few days later he sent an e-mail breaking up with me. Then he called to see if “we’re okay,” I said “Of course not, you just broke up with me!” and he got even more snarky and immature. While I was figuring out what to do and drafting my reply, he started e-mailing and calling incessantly to find out “what was up.” I said “hold your horses, I’m thinking,” he wrote something unacceptably snarky, and I said “Okay, that’s it, we’re done.” And then I got a flurry of nasty e-mails, including this gem:
Well, as long as he feels better.
Meh, not so good. I have a sick husband at home, so naturally, I don’t want to be at work even if I am just doping because it’s slow right now. Vacation is next week, so of course, I checked out…oh, about six freakin’ weeks ago.
My (for lack of a more accurate adult term) “best friend” again has done something that makes me remember why I don’t have any close friends. I found out that she basically tolerates me. Great. Back to arms length. This relationship is going strictly business. If we didn’t have a business to run, I’d flip her completely. It would be the only satisfying reaction. I do that to everyone sooner or later…just…disconnect. I could go on.
I’m kind of hungry for some real food, but I don’t usually take lunch for another hour. Then it’ll be 2:00, and that makes the rest of the day go by faster.
I have to go to the doc for depression screening on Thursday, and I’m not really looking forward to that, so it’s bothering me.
Wow. If that doesn’t make you sorry you asked. Sorry. 
Well. It’s kinda dead-ish here. I’ve only had 12 calls all day. Then again, it’s only 4 o’clock and I wasn’t accepting phonecalls for about an hour or so of the day.
All of the first group of interns (of which I am a part of) were split up in the big intern room to make mingling easier when the next BIG grounp comes in (day after Christmas). We guys have strategically positioned ourselves around where most of the females sit. That was pure chance, I sware.
If Diosa Bellissima calls me at 5:25, there’s going to be heck to pay. Heck, I tell ya.
[QUOTE=KythereiaMy wisdom (or lack thereof) are healing well. I have to squirt arse-nasty stuff from a syringe into my mouth periodically, which is not fun, but not for much longer.[/QUOTE]
Could be worse.
Point taken. Man, I hope she made out okay. 
It is ten times better than anything I suggested!
cowgirl, here’s to you kicking his sorry, pathetic little arse to the curb. Good on you. raises glass Faruiza, I hope things go better for you…
Its kinda depressing here.
Everyone in the lab is in a funk. We all feel screwed over, but there are projects that need to be finished.
The coffee cart here has been closed for weeks. We can’t make coffee or tea in the lab lunch room. Need . . .Caffine. . .
Mine has started off wet. It rained very hard (yeah!) while I was walking to the bus stop and I’m now sitting at my desk feeling drenched. Hopefully I’ll have dried out by lunch time.
Thank you, Kytheria.
cowgirl, do not waste one second longer on someone so…irrational. It is obvious that you’re better than that.
Well, this thread was started on Tuesday morning, but here it is mid-Wednesday afternoon and I’m just now reading it. So how’s my day going? Pretty well, I’d have to say. I handled one of our judge’s criminal dockets this morning, 67 cases, and it went pretty smoothly (even the guy with seven cases, one overworked lawyer, and three cops looking squinty at him). After coping with numerous glitches and access problems, I just finished the court’s $*%&(#! stupid online training course “How to deal with difficult coworkers,” thank God, so I don’t have to worry about that anymore. My gift-shopping is done and I just have to pack before we leave for Christmas in Vermont with the in-laws.
And I have a moment or three to check out the Dope at work, so what can I say? Life is good.
I want yesterday back: I’m still bored, but today I’m also sick.
Sorry to hear that. Hope you’re feeling better!
It’s Thursday.
Yesterday in theory the phone tech came, but I don’t know for sure. You see, I didn’t ask for the phone line for the phone itself… I asked for the DSL. So I don’t have an actual phone to plug into the line and see if it makes live-line noises. The lady from management was supposed to let him in.
I have to “assault” the management lady and ask her for the key to my mailbox. I moved in last Friday and no mailbox key.
Since she works 8:30-17:00 and I work one hour away 8:00-18:00 it’s a bit of a problem.
BUT. Everybody else on the team is off next week; most are off tomorrow; so tomorrow I get to work at Central, which is 3 blocks from my place. So I should be able to go see Management Lady during my lunch break.
Today it’s been a day of not much work (which is OK in this job because I joined the team expecting not much work) and of many people saying “Merry Christmas! See you next year!”