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So I've spent the last couple weeks kicking at one project which I know for a fact to be The Wrong Way To Do It, largely out of resignation after saying my piece about what I thought about the task and getting overruled as usual. *shrug* - it's work and I get to keep learning stuff.
Since I hurt, I spent most of the afternoon talking to people, having them drive. Saner. So as I'm helping one person with some Jumpstart issues (major hair, there, problem should be fixed by tomorrow midmorning), I overhear someone else talking about a big project starting on Monday - rebuilding and upgrading one of our systems. I knew it was coming up, but I didn't know when - I've been really out of it, methinks. So I get briefed and we go through the flurry of what actually needs to be done to be ready, including backups which I'll probably be stuck doing all day tomorrow, since the server is full of something like 30gb of GIS data - maps and the like. Blargh.
Love it when things just jump up at you.
Got home bloody exhausted. Contemplated dealing more with The Mess In The Kitchen, which I'd dealt with most of yesterday. A miasma still surrounded certain parts of it, this horrible smell of something which had feasted on the Bisquick remaining in a bowl, soaking. I'd cleaned the bowl ( I think it's probably dead, like the two spatulae which were near it), but the sink still smelled like something had escaped down the drain. Just being near the stuff made me short of breath. I hate bachelor-kitchen syndrome.
So instead, I just lay on my bed and crashed for a couple hours of sleep. Jynx and Candace brought fishsticks from Morro Bay, which I ate with vigor. They started watching Snatch before game, which turned into most of the entertainment for the night, as we eventually decided game was dead and that there wouldn't be an alternative starting. Too bad, that, I liked the character.
Around 11, I started shaking like I hadn't eaten anything at all today, and forgot I _had_ eaten dinner, so I made more food and ate it. feeling more solid now.
My personal soundtrack, which had pretty much gone silent for the last few months since I never listened to anything but electronica, has started up again with the Hail to the Thief and other Radiohead stuff going on in the background. I'm not sure what the soundtrack means psychologically, just that it's a resonance in the back of my head. Feels comforting at the moment, I think I'll wrap myself in it.
Since I hurt, I spent most of the afternoon talking to people, having them drive. Saner. So as I'm helping one person with some Jumpstart issues (major hair, there, problem should be fixed by tomorrow midmorning), I overhear someone else talking about a big project starting on Monday - rebuilding and upgrading one of our systems. I knew it was coming up, but I didn't know when - I've been really out of it, methinks. So I get briefed and we go through the flurry of what actually needs to be done to be ready, including backups which I'll probably be stuck doing all day tomorrow, since the server is full of something like 30gb of GIS data - maps and the like. Blargh.
Love it when things just jump up at you.
Got home bloody exhausted. Contemplated dealing more with The Mess In The Kitchen, which I'd dealt with most of yesterday. A miasma still surrounded certain parts of it, this horrible smell of something which had feasted on the Bisquick remaining in a bowl, soaking. I'd cleaned the bowl ( I think it's probably dead, like the two spatulae which were near it), but the sink still smelled like something had escaped down the drain. Just being near the stuff made me short of breath. I hate bachelor-kitchen syndrome.
So instead, I just lay on my bed and crashed for a couple hours of sleep. Jynx and Candace brought fishsticks from Morro Bay, which I ate with vigor. They started watching Snatch before game, which turned into most of the entertainment for the night, as we eventually decided game was dead and that there wouldn't be an alternative starting. Too bad, that, I liked the character.
Around 11, I started shaking like I hadn't eaten anything at all today, and forgot I _had_ eaten dinner, so I made more food and ate it. feeling more solid now.
My personal soundtrack, which had pretty much gone silent for the last few months since I never listened to anything but electronica, has started up again with the Hail to the Thief and other Radiohead stuff going on in the background. I'm not sure what the soundtrack means psychologically, just that it's a resonance in the back of my head. Feels comforting at the moment, I think I'll wrap myself in it.
