Flurriosa
It's snowing outside and the temperature dropped in the past 24 hours. The kittens still seem tired but quite contented. I got the TV in the back garage working with the antenna so we could watch 'Survivor' out there last night and sit with them. I am not sure I mentioned a white/light tan cat that was coming around the past week. He hasn't been seen since Tuesday now, but I've been keeping an eye out. Not sure if he is one of the Hoarder's or just a stray. I don't think he's feral.
Earlier there was a gray cat on the front lawn. I am assuming this one is the Commie Hoarder's. It was over by the vegetable garden and disappeared. Nothing like leaving your car outside in a snowstorm. I guess with the snow we'll be able to see what kind of animal activity we have around here. I've left Bosco's old plastic tote house on the back porch. I think partially because of some sadness I keep sheltered within me over his likely demise. Not sure if any other animal has used it. Footprints in the snow may help me determine that.
One more day after this to go for the work week, and then I am off for the entire week of Thanksgiving. I already know the Meat Packer is going to be bothering me. The Man-baby Pervert former owner still has not reached out about setting up the VPN authenticator on his new phone. He doesn't even know I am off next week, but I know the universe is somehow influencing him to hold off calling me until then. Same with that new manager they hired. Not a peep from him all week either.
I'm feeling more resolute about the upcoming holiday as far as my family goes. I know in the moment emotions will probably be stirred *IF* the conversation is even broached, but I genuinely believe (stronger than I feel guilt) that I have every right to want to spend the holiday at home. In some weird way, I actually feel excited about it. In literally 49 years I've never been able to sleep in on a Thanksgiving morning. Granted, the cats won't let me sleep in anyway, but you know what I mean.
We'll be able to turn on the parade or whatever on the TV, maybe while still in bed, and just bask in feelings of *not* being obligated to be somewhere. It is completely alien to me.
To shore up my defenses on this I've spent the past few days rereading my journal entries again from last Thanksgiving and Christmas, and all the subsequent entries revolving around my sister and mother. I often feel in a constant state of burnout, and rereading the experiences I have to say I've forgotten or relapsed some of the strides I made to move past it all in the last 11 months. How much of life is just forgotten by people throughout the course of a year. Perhaps I was not meant to remember it all.
The CFO was emailing again this morning about that conference room TV at the Meat Packer. Since he emailed me yesterday and bolted out the door, he wasn't able to check until this morning to discover the soundbar power cord sitting on the floor. He emailed back asking if I could "walk him through" setting it up. I told him that all he needed to do was plug it back in and the TV should see it and default to using it. I specifically did *not* mention anything about the webcam.
He did however in his response, "What about the webcam?".
I cannot begin to express my annoyance with this. Miss Slate wanted the fucking camera. They must have the setup at their other locations they've bought, why the fuck don't you ask her??
I simply replied back that the camera works, as far as the TV is concerned. That there is no Microsoft Teams app for smart TVs and that I had zero clue how they expected it to work. And that maybe he should ask one of the new owners, you know, since it was *THEIR* fucking idea.
In the interim we had our Wednesday morning call this morning instead and Lezzo mentioned that in order for it to work the way these idiots want, they need to have a dedicated computer hooked to the television, with the camera plugged into that. She said it won't work any other way.
My question is, did Miss Slate know this all along? Or is this Yale and Harvard grad too stupid to have known that? Did she just see that there were cameras at their other locations and assumed one could just be plugged in and magically work? Did she expect *me* to just know that? I am sure the CFO is annoyed with me seemingly passing the buck, but give me a break. I am not there to be an AV specialist and I am tired of always pulling solutions out my ass for these people.
I did however reply back again after my call and told him the only way it will work for how I "assume" they intended it to, was to have a PC hooked to the TV. No response since. Which is funny, because it seems like he was really worked up and intent on a solution the past 24 hours... now, nothing.
The Boss has indicated he wants us to do as little as possible come December. Which I find hilarious. He says he doesn't want us scheduling any crazy upgrades or doing a lot of onsite at customers. He just wants us to kick back and take it easy, as much as customers allow. He mentioned the Christmas party again on the call. It was just myself, him and Taco and Lezzo. I made sure to make a few choice jokes about the other half of the company and their seeming disinterest. We all know. The Boss knows. Why pretend we don't.
I've had a couple of topics I've wanted to write about a little more in depth than just my usual daily commentary and observations, but I have such anxiety over work this week and this feeling that some impending doom is coming. It's prevented me from doing some tasks I'd usually do during breaks throughout the day too. Monday's laundry is still half unfolded. It's just been one of those weeks.
Earlier there was a gray cat on the front lawn. I am assuming this one is the Commie Hoarder's. It was over by the vegetable garden and disappeared. Nothing like leaving your car outside in a snowstorm. I guess with the snow we'll be able to see what kind of animal activity we have around here. I've left Bosco's old plastic tote house on the back porch. I think partially because of some sadness I keep sheltered within me over his likely demise. Not sure if any other animal has used it. Footprints in the snow may help me determine that.
One more day after this to go for the work week, and then I am off for the entire week of Thanksgiving. I already know the Meat Packer is going to be bothering me. The Man-baby Pervert former owner still has not reached out about setting up the VPN authenticator on his new phone. He doesn't even know I am off next week, but I know the universe is somehow influencing him to hold off calling me until then. Same with that new manager they hired. Not a peep from him all week either.
I'm feeling more resolute about the upcoming holiday as far as my family goes. I know in the moment emotions will probably be stirred *IF* the conversation is even broached, but I genuinely believe (stronger than I feel guilt) that I have every right to want to spend the holiday at home. In some weird way, I actually feel excited about it. In literally 49 years I've never been able to sleep in on a Thanksgiving morning. Granted, the cats won't let me sleep in anyway, but you know what I mean.
We'll be able to turn on the parade or whatever on the TV, maybe while still in bed, and just bask in feelings of *not* being obligated to be somewhere. It is completely alien to me.
To shore up my defenses on this I've spent the past few days rereading my journal entries again from last Thanksgiving and Christmas, and all the subsequent entries revolving around my sister and mother. I often feel in a constant state of burnout, and rereading the experiences I have to say I've forgotten or relapsed some of the strides I made to move past it all in the last 11 months. How much of life is just forgotten by people throughout the course of a year. Perhaps I was not meant to remember it all.
The CFO was emailing again this morning about that conference room TV at the Meat Packer. Since he emailed me yesterday and bolted out the door, he wasn't able to check until this morning to discover the soundbar power cord sitting on the floor. He emailed back asking if I could "walk him through" setting it up. I told him that all he needed to do was plug it back in and the TV should see it and default to using it. I specifically did *not* mention anything about the webcam.
He did however in his response, "What about the webcam?".
I cannot begin to express my annoyance with this. Miss Slate wanted the fucking camera. They must have the setup at their other locations they've bought, why the fuck don't you ask her??
I simply replied back that the camera works, as far as the TV is concerned. That there is no Microsoft Teams app for smart TVs and that I had zero clue how they expected it to work. And that maybe he should ask one of the new owners, you know, since it was *THEIR* fucking idea.
In the interim we had our Wednesday morning call this morning instead and Lezzo mentioned that in order for it to work the way these idiots want, they need to have a dedicated computer hooked to the television, with the camera plugged into that. She said it won't work any other way.
My question is, did Miss Slate know this all along? Or is this Yale and Harvard grad too stupid to have known that? Did she just see that there were cameras at their other locations and assumed one could just be plugged in and magically work? Did she expect *me* to just know that? I am sure the CFO is annoyed with me seemingly passing the buck, but give me a break. I am not there to be an AV specialist and I am tired of always pulling solutions out my ass for these people.
I did however reply back again after my call and told him the only way it will work for how I "assume" they intended it to, was to have a PC hooked to the TV. No response since. Which is funny, because it seems like he was really worked up and intent on a solution the past 24 hours... now, nothing.
The Boss has indicated he wants us to do as little as possible come December. Which I find hilarious. He says he doesn't want us scheduling any crazy upgrades or doing a lot of onsite at customers. He just wants us to kick back and take it easy, as much as customers allow. He mentioned the Christmas party again on the call. It was just myself, him and Taco and Lezzo. I made sure to make a few choice jokes about the other half of the company and their seeming disinterest. We all know. The Boss knows. Why pretend we don't.
I've had a couple of topics I've wanted to write about a little more in depth than just my usual daily commentary and observations, but I have such anxiety over work this week and this feeling that some impending doom is coming. It's prevented me from doing some tasks I'd usually do during breaks throughout the day too. Monday's laundry is still half unfolded. It's just been one of those weeks.