My god... it's quarter to five and it's already pitch black out. I hate the end of Daylight Savings Time.

My world has turned to black again for the next six months. Noooooooooooooooo!

Dear Goddess,

Help me get through a day of having to placate Bigger Boss while Linda is not here. Since I know I won't get anything else done at all.

Please?

Sunday morning... watching Sports Century about Carlton Fisk on TV and trying to get myself motivated to clean this disaster area. I hate cleaning, but then I become a lazy ass and let it get to the point where cleaning is punishment rather than a short-term chore.

Grrrrrr....

Still, I know once I get it done, I'll feel better, and just feel less cluttered with my life.

Well, onward then...

*sigh*

If people would (or could) communicate with each other, things would be so much easier.

It's not my job to be all-points person for this entire company. We have people hired to be IT people, to be telephone people, to be EVERYTHING.

So why in the hell do they all come to me?!?

I work with weird people.

That is all.

To sum up what I'm doing all day at work today: Data entry.

Got the CD's, have had coffee (and will get more). Wearing comfy clothes to be sitting in all day. So I'm prepped. I have a stack of individual sheets of paper about four inches thick (yes, I measured)... up and at 'em....

*does the battle cry as she opens filemaker*

I finally have access to the servers at work again. One month's worth of data entry... just gone. Some stupid IT person forgot to make backups for three weeks. *sigh* I guess tomorrow is going to be a day for bringing in loads of CD's, tuning out, and just becoming close personal friends with the FilemakerPro database.

Still haven't received a phone call setting up a meeting time with LGM. Not surprised. A bit annoyed, but it's typical him. Charlene makes a good observation about narcissism that fits LGM to a T today. I almost thought about sending it to him, but he needs to get in touch with me this time. I'm sick of reaching out to him and getting shit on in return.

Ah well... off to grab some lunch and get back to work. I wanna see if I can get everything prepped for data entry that I could possibly need to today, as well as get anything outgoing in the mail out to vendors.

--Mel.

Just got home a few minutes ago from gaming today. Fun game, lots of laughter.

And LGM showed up. Go figure. *shrug* I'm wondering if he's going to actually set the time to talk. Somehow, I doubt it.

Ah well. In any case, I want to get some swapping and palling stuff done before I go to bed. I have a busy day of taming The Beast in store tomorrow. And if LGM actually does call, then I have that to deal with, too.

*sigh*

--Mel.

Being female sucks sometimes. Yes, that wonderful "gift" of womanhood has shown up again, which means that I'll be curled up in pain come this evening, feeling sluggish and bloated, and not wanting to do a damn thing.

*sigh* I swear, the older I get, the worse the hormone shift with my period seems to get. And I just don't get the women who "embrace" their menstrual cycles as a beautiful thing. It fucking hurts. It's a miserable few days of being paranoid that blood is going to show up on your clothing, or that you're going to pee your pants accidently because of retained water.

Meanwhile, I see all of the crunchy granola Pagans who have all of these beautiful meditation rituals and self-reflection rituals and such to do during the menstrual flow. All I can think of is how I could possibly sit comfortably, let alone do these things.

Grrrr... Aleve, take me away....

I was woken up by an odd phone call this morning. One of my penpals from Australia called me at 7:30, and kinda kept nervous giggling at me. I was completely asleep, and I think I was more than a bit rude on the phone, partially for being in half-zoned state, and partially for getting a call out of the blue from someone who I didn't give my number to. *wince* I have to admit, though... it scares me that people just randomly call when I use a post office box for penpalling, and I *don't* give out my phone number. I hate talking on the phone. (see my regular journal about social phobia).

I guess it just seems like a bit of an invasion of privacy. And it seems to be a recurring trend with penpallers these days. I mean... if someone doesn't give you their phone number and say "sure... call me anytime..." then DON'T.

--Mel.

Well, another day in the insanity ward.

nah, I'm just kidding. Things aren't that bad. I'm just getting some time to smirk at one of my department art buyers who has been on a power-trip and got caught in her own game. I'm sorry-- but if you're going to start smarting off about how lousy a system works, better make sure you're crossing T's and dotting I's along the way and have things correct. Because if you're not accurate, it doesn't show me that you care enough to make the system more efficient. You make mistakes, don't complain.

Today's incident had to do with tax ID numbers/SS numbers for art illustrators. She doesn't think it's a big deal that the name of the company was on the contract with the individual's SS number. Well, yeah... it does matter. Because it doesn't match. Even if the individual's name is part of the association's name (John Doe and Associates sorta thing), it does matter.

*sigh* Of course, this is the same person who doesn't care that there is a system. As long as there is one, it's wrong. And she has to go against the system.

I hate people like this.

I have a total of $6.00 to last me until next Monday.... unless I can figure out something to get my American Express gift check cashed.

I don't want to go to my bank, because Fleet sucks. (the only reason I'm still with them is because I've been too busy to change elsewhere).

I guess I'll have to use part of it to buy something and then get the change... *sigh*
--Mel.

*sniffle* ugh. My allergies are going to be the death of me, I swear. They're just making me completely exhausted this evening. And it's now too late to get coffee if I want to get any sleep tonight.

Maybe I should just head to bed early....

Fizzy does realize that he's getting too big to curl up on my shoulder, right?

*neck gets crinked into funky position by cat rubbing against head*

Guess not.

Finally got the closet cleaned up... considering it's about a quarter of the beast's disaster area... I feel a sense of accomplishment.

Unfortunately, I have to stop for the evening with cleaning, even though there's still so much to do. I have a couple of serious strikes against me right now...

1) It's fucking cold outside, and since my landlord hasn't turned the heat on yet, I can't ventilate the studio by opening the windows without freezing to death

2) I'm knocking a ton of dust up by pulling boxes out of the closet, kicking my allergies and my asthma into full-gear.

Ugh.

Oh well, at least I got the closet done. The rest of the apartment can go in stages, but what I got done was an impressive amount. Me thinks some really yummy soup for dinner is in order....

Well, it's definitely been an eventful weekend. I'll be writing a fairly long entry in my journal about it later today. But I'll sum it up with the thought "You know... it's just so fitting..."

In any case, since we didn't have shuttle service from the T to work today, I took a personal day off. Cleaning out the closet of the Beast. Hopefully I can get that done today in reasonable time. Then I'll do some journal work and penpalling stuff and have a day of getting stuff done around here and put my everyday life back in order.

And we'll see if the eventful weekend makes some progress in cleaning out my eventful longterm life as well...

Now that I've spent a couple days trying to get this thing to work... :)

I'm going for a serious triple-header of gaming this weekend. First down to play Sideport in Randolph for the afternoon, and then Erich and I are driving up to Nashua to spend the weekend with Tan and JT. We'll play our traditional Innburners game this evening (which Erich and I will be late for), crash out for the night, and then tomorrow play the new campaign, Legacy. It should be a lot of fun, even though most of the Boston crew have decided to be pissants and not come up to NH for whatever reason.

So I'm off until tomorrow night... take care!

--Mel.

Ah! NOW it's working. Coolness. Publish button is good. Really. It's our friend.

For some reason none of my posts want to come up on the template. I'm wondering what's wrong. *sigh*

Ah well... sooner or later I'll figure this thing out. Then we can actually start doing some rambling from time to time. So here's another test....

Okay... severe lag time I take it with blogspot? Yikes... nothing's showing up.

So... how's this thing working? This is a very odd system. I think I'm getting all confused.