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| 10 August 2007 ~ Friday Word of the Day: Pebkac - an acronym for "problem exists between keyboard and chair." That is definitely my problem today. I saved over July's page, so now whenever you visit May 2006 or July 2007 you will get nothing. Actually May 2006 has turned into May 2007. Sigh. It's just one more reason I'm starting to hate this format that I currently use. I know I've been a slacker lately with the updates and the main reasons are (1) issues like this (yes, Pebkac, but still) (2) this isn't the easiest forum to edit/upload/etc and (3) our connection at work sucks...it is worse than dial-up (yes, this can be remedied by actually working and doing my blog at home, but really what fun is that? Mostly, though, it's the program. I have been considering going back to vox, but I rather like the fact that I can use my own banner and I'm extremely anonymous. I have, what, 4 readers? (B, CanadianSarah, PonyM, Big Cheese) There might be some other stragglers, but if they read I don't know about it. I probably don't want to know either because I would end up censoring myself even more than I already do. I finished the final Harry Potter book. I then proceeded to come into the office this morning and in a very animated manner, re-enacted pretty much the entire book for Big Cheese. I was trying to stay with the highlights, but ended up doing the whole thing. She mostly wanted to know about her beloved Snape, but in order to explain Snape's story I had to explain the entire history of Harry Potter. I was rather disappointed in the most recent movie (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix). It seemed way too choppy and left lots of great (and, in future books, important information out). (aside: although, really, how do I know this? I kept asking B what is this? who are they? and so on which led him to say: "Maybe you should re-read all of the other books." Whatev.) I know it's quite difficult to make a 700+ page book into a 2-hour movie and some stuff will have to be cut out, but still. It was probably one of my least favorite. I'm sure I will enjoy Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince because apparently I slept through the entire book while reading it. I hardly remembered a thing and the final book referred to it often. I must say that this final book is my favorite. I really hope they try to remain as true as they possible can. The final few chapters were absolutely amazing. Here is some advice for you: always buy the extended warranty. When it comes time to renew it: do so. I always thought it was just a scheme to get more money out of you, but B bought the ew when he purchased my camera almost 5 years ago and then I renewed the ew earlier this year. About 2 weeks ago the lens refused to budge. So, I took it to Best Buy and they sent it off, repaired and cleaned it, all for free. Nice. The money we spent on the ew paid for itself. Granted, I was a little excited when the lens quit working because I thought that it would be a great opportunity for me to spend money I do not have on a digital SLR. The B thoughtfully reminded me of the ew. I'm still quite surprised about the fact that just over two months after my accident, I still have moments of aching/pain at night. Sigh. So, did I tell you that one of the directors from HQ (who is also on the Board of Directors) is now working out of our office? It's not as bad as I was anticipating even though he is quite indecisive when it comes to making travel plans and that irritates me and our travel agent to no end. He did, however, take Big Cheese and I out for drinks one night after work and it was really nice to be able to talk candidly about the office. He wants the office to start having more "morale boosting" events. Now, everyone knows we hate each other as a whole and don't want to spend anymore time than we have to looking at the miserable faces of our co-workers. This, though, could be interesting. Originally we were going to go to a baseball game after work, but people didn't really want to give up what little free time they have for this place. So, instead, we are going on the Portland Spirit's Friday Early Escape Cruise. Essentially, the boat sails from 3 - 5 p.m. on Fridays and they have food, drinks and live music. The capacity is 350, so there is a greater chance of us being able to avoid CP (aka Pecos Bill) without being tempted to either throw him overboard or jump ship ourselves. Plus!! We get to leave work early. With the exception of Bossman, this idea has gone over quite well. Luckily for us, we have Even Bigger Bossman who overrules our fearless leader. There is a chance, should we ever find people naive enough to work here, that my position within the company could completely change. Translation: no more reception. I, however, am not holding my breath. It does give me a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, but I'm not going to plan my life around it. Our office building has given out elevators a face lift, so to speak. Let's face it, though, you can take the prostitute out of the whorehouse, dress her up in fancy clothing but it doesn't change the fact that she's been ridden hard and broken down. In other words, I still hate riding in them. They now (with the new look) remind me even more of coffins. Only darker. The PTB have put a sign on my elevator of choice declaring it strictly for freight use and 15th floor access. They even laminated the sign in an effort to make it seem more official. No one pays attention to it. I'll continue to search for blogging solutions. Until then... -M |
| 15 August 2007 ~ Wednesday Song of the Day: Death is not Peace by Richard McGraw Three things: I have no idea how I found the above song, but it was in my shopping cart on itunes (along with approximately 5,767,933 other song). I ended up buying it because I find it extremely haunting. Secondly. Background: our office building has five elevators; three come to our floor; one of those is locked for remodeling; one is the freight elevator; the other has a history of problems (see below). I have had issues in the past with the only working, non-freight elevator to our floor. So, I would take the freight elevator as it is the only one I have deemed worthy. That is, until, the stupid building put up a sign essentially saying "stay the eff off unless you're carrying heavy shizz." So, I've been nice and have taken to using the scary elevator. Until today. Big Cheese and I hopped on, all excited to come to work this morning. We hit "13" and moved about an inch and then nothing. The doors wouldn't open, we couldn't select any floors. Nada. We did drop about six inches. All I can say is thank Allah we weren't any higher or I would have probably peed my pants when the elevator "dropped." We hit the emergency call button only to have it ring about 30 times with no answer. I played "Shave and a Haircut" with the alarm button. Finally, I figured enough was enough and I started pulling the doors open. Big Cheese lent a hand and we opened those gits up. I felt like I should have roared while doing it. It would have been very satisfying to have roared and had Bossman or someone else from the office standing there as we ripped the elevator doors open. It would have scared him. Finally. I had a weird dream last night. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Anyway. I was in a tropical location that my brain interpreted as Italy. It was not Italy. I went into a restaurant where we got to pick the nationality of our chef/food. I chose American because I had, at that point, gone weeks without hearing English and I was homesick. The chef ended up bringing family members of the friend I was traveling with to assist her. Then a tsunami hit. Everyone was panicking and running for higher ground. Ancient cathedrals, other buildings and bridges were being swept away. I was with a group of people who made it to a mound in the middle of the bay. I was holding on for dear life and as I looked at a bridge with all of these people on it I knew that they would not survive for salvation was on the mound in the bay. another finally - we just hired a new cp. ugh. -M |